<?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-3214453405893518768</id><updated>2011-10-06T22:25:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REGINE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5359790364326836706</id><published>2011-04-08T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:57:19.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll wear white and I'll wear out the words I love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJvyIcFhNuc/TZ8CszwZGfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6f56uuBGLjE/s1600/tumblr_lj3dlajWWR1qziazyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593192231048124914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJvyIcFhNuc/TZ8CszwZGfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6f56uuBGLjE/s400/tumblr_lj3dlajWWR1qziazyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"So there goes my life, passing by with every exit sign. It's been so long, sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged for more than a month! Brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been real busy with the "After Common Test" feeling. Lessons are more tensed, teachers are making us more stressed, more homework are coming to us and we have to finish within a limited deadline! Annoying much though, I managed to keep my pace well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Term 1 report card came back to us and I think I &lt;em&gt;did better&lt;/em&gt;. Except for my languages! Yes, I was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;disappointed with my English marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's really bad. :c My mum is disappointed, and I bet, my teacher is too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm able to cope with all the subjects. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Guitar Ensemble's SYF is on the 27th April, 2 days before our MYEs (aka my Prelim 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's quite nerve-wrecking though, knowing how close the dates are, how tight my schedule of school, CCA, revision can be. Putting aside my family and relative time. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can hardly spent lotsa time with them, and it upsets me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this week's A-math test, I can't believe I did not put in my very best! I can't believe I did not finish it well. For the E-math test, it was pretty good. Well, if I didn't have careless mistakes, I would have gotten at least 18/20! ;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I come home, I feel a weight down my chest. Sometimes I can be very happy, but I can just change back to my sad mode so quickly, like an instant you will never know. It's not called mood swings, but I think I do stone a lot with no emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet, I have good friends and my parents (especially my Mum) to support me all the way. So it's pretty alright. They make me realize why I exist in this world for, and how important I am to some people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not be regularly blogging right here. I go more on Tumblr, but I'll spend my time most on studying and revision already. I don't wanna procrastinate, I hate the feeling of it, but I am guilty of it sometimes, I must admit. Need. To. Stop. That. Habit! I have lotsa homework to complete this week, and I still have CIP tomorrow with my whole class! But at least we're doing it for a good cause, of course I wouldn't mind helping out! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just wish I could have 48 hours per day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile could make my day. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5359790364326836706?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5359790364326836706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/04/youll-wear-white-and-ill-wear-out-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5359790364326836706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5359790364326836706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/04/youll-wear-white-and-ill-wear-out-words.html' title='You&apos;ll wear white and I&apos;ll wear out the words I love.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/-KJvyIcFhNuc/TZ8CszwZGfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6f56uuBGLjE/s72-c/tumblr_lj3dlajWWR1qziazyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3179428588542158981</id><published>2011-03-04T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:41:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lose who you are, in the blurs of the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LitJ3VeOjTI/TXD1rgWiuJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dlb7KUFhueI/s1600/tumblr_lgu3vzWonG1qe9swxo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580230066079709330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LitJ3VeOjTI/TXD1rgWiuJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dlb7KUFhueI/s400/tumblr_lgu3vzWonG1qe9swxo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing. It's okay not to be okay."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to believe I could play the piano well, and I visualized myself playing music for everyone to hear. But now, I'm with a guitar. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I haven't blogged for over a month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, I was very busy with school, tutorials, revision, my studies, worrying about my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been hard on me, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but I don't really want to show it to my friends&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I wish someone would hear me out fully, and tell me everything will be okay. I just need a shoulder to lie on whenever I feel like crying, or bursting into tears. Yes, I did cry out sometimes in school because I could not take it, and my friends did lend me their ears and shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everything will be okay. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes I'm just pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;. I could even cry for an hour but I don't want to wet my classmate's blouse/shirt. I don't want to trouble them or make them think I am not strong, because I am sensitive at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February has been alright, but with ups and downs. Sometimes I feel so stressed up. Common Test was just over today. And next week there's Chinese oral! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a higher note, so far, the common test papers were fine, except for Chinese. Well, I can't be complacent either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got an A1 for A-math! Which is good, because I never really got that high, and it made me feel better. I was &lt;em&gt;3 marks away from scoring full marks&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't aim for perfection, I aim for further improvement&lt;/span&gt;. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry and Physics were fine. I hope I got an A, oh pleaseeee. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math was alright, too? Hopefully I get at least a B3. I needa pass it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese, I don't really have anything to talk about because I don't wish to talk about it HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was okay. I don't wanna lose marks in my Cloze Passage. Actually, Compre and Cloze is my weakest! Goodness. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies and Geography was okay. I'm &lt;em&gt;still aiming for an A1&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I cannot be complacent. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol, Chai Na, Priscilla and I were begging our E-math teacher to give us back our papers, but &lt;em&gt;she just don't wanna give it back to us! Urgh!&lt;/em&gt; It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rather scary because I want to know the outcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I want to know if I improved, or deproved, or am I just an average student who needs more coaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, my sister was just discharged from the hospital. Thank God she was fine. I &lt;em&gt;tried my best not to be distracted during my Common Test&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;prayed to God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going out with Mel tomorrow. I need a little breather and someone to go shopping in town with. I really need a breather. I think I'm getting too stressed easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope March goes well for me. Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3179428588542158981?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3179428588542158981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-lose-who-you-are-in-blurs-of-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3179428588542158981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3179428588542158981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-lose-who-you-are-in-blurs-of-stars.html' title='Don&apos;t lose who you are, in the blurs of the stars.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/-LitJ3VeOjTI/TXD1rgWiuJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/dlb7KUFhueI/s72-c/tumblr_lgu3vzWonG1qe9swxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3328164766383575825</id><published>2011-02-02T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:36:34.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll never know unless we grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TUksuFKvUEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2dJBHMEZcFQ/s1600/tumblr_lffjpcCqZN1qgxec5o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569031584393154626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TUksuFKvUEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2dJBHMEZcFQ/s400/tumblr_lffjpcCqZN1qgxec5o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"The flames and smoke climbed out of every window, and disappeared with everything that you held dear, and you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need, cause you knew you were finally free."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't been blogging right here! I completely forgotten about it. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just talk about the main stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA hasn't been going well - well, for the recruitment, as there are several misconceptions and I really hate it. And all those admin stuff, oh God, sometimes I would love to bang my head on the wall and die in front of my whole onzome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joking. &lt;em&gt;I wouldn't wanna die at such an early age&lt;/em&gt;. I just felt so stressed. I'm well known for that. I get anxious when I don't get things done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp CORRI was absolutely helpful. I loved Mr Leroy, he made us laugh so much, cry so much (my eyes were so dry after crying because I couldn't cry anymore). He was really inspiring with his words and stories, and so was Ms Pamela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragon-boating was not really OK. Kathleen and I were suffering from our monthly thang and we still had to dragon boat, for the sake of class unity, until I found out I was grouped out with other classes, still with some of my classmates. Well, we dragon-boat and came in third. Not bad at all. c: But dude seriously, the teacher splashed water ALL over us (I think especially me) when I told her I've got my period. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DUDE, can't you be more understanding?! :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4/4 won the most united class! HELL YEEEEEEAH! We had it last year, too! So we won twice in a row!&lt;/em&gt; c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;January hasn't been pleasant for me&lt;/em&gt;. I was&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; unwell for almost the whole month&lt;/span&gt;! Down with cough, flu, sore throat. Sore throat first came, and then it triggered to have flu and cough. I swear I didn't know how I got all these, but I'm sure I got it from school. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm still sick now! TODAY! 02/02/11! The eve of Chinese New Year! OK lemme explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I started coughing again. I remembered Priscilla having a sore throat during Camp CORRI while I was sitting next to her. So most probably I either got it from her or from someone else. So on Monday, I came to school, and was suffering so badly from cough, I still &lt;em&gt;sacrificed and forced myself to turn up for CCA for the sake of being there as the President&lt;/em&gt;, because I dislike things being in a fucking mess! Still I coughed a lot, and was suffering within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning, I woke up and found myself with a sore left eye. I was so terrified, but I continued to get ready for school. While eating breakfast at 6.15am, I couldn't take the pain of headache and cough and that stupid sore eye. My mum checked on me and told me not to go to school. SO, I HAD TO CHANGE OUTTA MY UNIFORM!!!! Seriously! So I rest for the morning, and went to the doctor in the afternoon. It's so scary, because the doctor said if the cough's not recovering, I need to take an &lt;em&gt;X-ray&lt;/em&gt;. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to school today, it wasn't so bad. I missed the A-math test yesterday, supposingly thinking that I would need to take a re-test, I studied for it again. AND TODAY, Mrs Cheong said it's a practice paper for us absentees instead! Maaan. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math was fine, I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was fun! We did experiments! HOORAY!!! c: It's about rusting of metals. Kinda fun, did it with Felicia, Danielle and Germaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch with Kim, Prissy and Kathleen before I went home and before they went off to get their clothes! HAHAHA I bought my CNY clothes real late, too, and thought I was the only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current music obsession - Death Cab For Cutie, Travis, usual alternative music or some other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3328164766383575825?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3328164766383575825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-never-know-unless-we-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3328164766383575825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3328164766383575825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-never-know-unless-we-grow-up.html' title='We&apos;ll never know unless we grow up.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TUksuFKvUEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2dJBHMEZcFQ/s72-c/tumblr_lffjpcCqZN1qgxec5o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-152067339098661091</id><published>2011-01-08T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:59:49.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime we drift, we're forcing what is wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TSiDxJX4uII/AAAAAAAAAmw/h27tGqZrX3k/s1600/Into_the_Abyss_by_Rice_Tactics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559838620341811330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TSiDxJX4uII/AAAAAAAAAmw/h27tGqZrX3k/s400/Into_the_Abyss_by_Rice_Tactics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Please take your time, but you've got to know that I am taking sight. Oh you look good with your patient face and wandering eye, don't hold this war inside."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What do you do when you suddenly see someone you thought was never gonna return to your life again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That &lt;em&gt;applies to everyone&lt;/em&gt;, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Live today like it's your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's approaching midnight, but I guess I took time off from my sleep to type some stuff out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna say 'Heyawz' anymore. I think that's very... how do you put to that... OLD? It's kinda old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week passed, really quick. Lessons were fine, pretty much lotsa introduction from our teachers, those get-to-know-you-better games etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA orientation was a mess. I think I was the last leader to get the Guitar room key from the office &lt;em&gt;because no students are allowed to take them. I mean, hello? It's an emergency to open the guitar room, I need to take out guitars and stuff, why aren't you allowing me? It took my teacher lotsa time to get down&lt;/em&gt;. By the time I was ready at the Drama Room with my CCA-mates to perform, I was perspiring like crapshitass. My CCA embarrassed ourselves when we presentated for the first batch of Sec 1s. It was all my fault, forgetting to change the damn powerpoint presentation to the older version because the school couldn't read my powerpoint version, which was the newer one. &lt;em&gt;How irritating can that be&lt;/em&gt;! We couldn't rely on the powerpoint and talk-off from it. So we carried on, we talked less, but we hoped the Sec 1s got what we have to say though. We played part of our SYF piece, and Hey Soul Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was rather unhappy on that day&lt;/span&gt; that every CCA had their teacher, supporting them, checking that everything is going fine how it was supposed to be. Whereas Guitar, it looks like we're riding solo without the teachers. It looks as though our teachers couldn't take at least some time off to be with us. For that, I was really upset. And I felt that Guitar is looked as though, a very quiet CCA. Hell no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;enough of such unhappiness&lt;/span&gt; for a while. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hate dwelling on that day! It was shitty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, school was fine, then it was CCA auditions. Again another busy day, but we auditioned the Sec 1s. Surprisingly, there were quite a number who auditioned, I guess! c: But one thing that irritated me, how rude the Sec 1s were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I like Guitar, but I'm not interested in this CCA. HAHAHAHAAA!" quoted from a Sec 1 student I heard directly from her mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHY BOTHER AUDITIONING&lt;/span&gt;, ain't it? You're wasting your senior's time. Unless you are really keen and passionate about Guitar, I wouldn't mind taking the time off to teach you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, other Sec 1s were pretty much nice and smiley. I can recognize some faces that have potential in playing! Hmmmm. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, it &lt;em&gt;wasn't a good start to TGIF&lt;/em&gt;. But I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;waited so long for Friday&lt;/span&gt; (end of the week), I guess I wanted to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Friday could be nice, but it started off with myself, getting the guitar from Germaine, playing it in class, &lt;em&gt;not knowing it was inappropriate&lt;/em&gt;, didn't realize Ms Juliana came in from the back door, and I heard her saying, "That is inappropriate" while passing by us. I got a shock. A leader should never do such things in class, and yet I did! HOLY CRAP. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Friday morning also started off with temperature taking, and a little of homeroom I guess. My next-door sitting mate cried, and the&lt;em&gt; best I could do was to offer her a tissue&lt;/em&gt;. I couldn't talk to her when she was still crying. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE! We ran outta school, one round, and the security guard (he's so fierce) keeps telling us to use the side gate. Arghhh annoying. HAHHA our teacher is Mr He, pronounced as Mr 'Her'. HAAHAAAA okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today, 080111&lt;/span&gt;, I was just a homey, trying to complete my A-math homework. It wasn't a good day, I fell sick in the late afternoon. :c I kept sneezing! I felt that I was being 'talked about', like when people suddenly gossip/talk about you, you sneeze or something HAHA. But no, I don't think so. My cold is still around now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got tuition tomorrow. Greeeeat I need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-152067339098661091?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/152067339098661091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/01/everytime-we-drift-were-forcing-what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/152067339098661091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/152067339098661091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/01/everytime-we-drift-were-forcing-what-is.html' title='Everytime we drift, we&apos;re forcing what is wrong.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TSiDxJX4uII/AAAAAAAAAmw/h27tGqZrX3k/s72-c/Into_the_Abyss_by_Rice_Tactics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-27811146836992594</id><published>2011-01-04T17:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:13:00.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness, it hurt her like a train on a track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TSLvgmy33tI/AAAAAAAAAmo/naUowBqkmIk/s1600/All_about_the_clothes_by_DuckyPhotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558268233577389778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TSLvgmy33tI/AAAAAAAAAmo/naUowBqkmIk/s400/All_about_the_clothes_by_DuckyPhotography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"The dog days are over, the dog days are gone. They horses are coming so you better run."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna type fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School started today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up at 5.30am just to reach school by 6.30am. Dude, I was pretty tired&lt;/em&gt;. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great to see my friends and classmates again! We have a new form teacher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Aileen Tan! Yay! She thought us Geography last year though. She's gonna be teaching us Geography agaaaain yaaaaaay. And Ms Juliana has become our co. form. Still our English teacher though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do have some changes of teachers though. :c Both Chemistry and Physics have changed, E-Math, PE. I hope Chinese will still remain the same! I love Mdm Heng. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the "introduction" of the day, we played some class games, sorta ice breakers to let the teachers know us better. It was pretty fun. But I &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;had to do a forfeit! Which was terrible! Chai Na told me to sing Fireworks by Katy Perry! And today my voice wasn't so good&lt;/span&gt;, I think I &lt;em&gt;sounded one octave lower&lt;/em&gt;? HAHAHA in the first place why do I know about the octave lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was just one word: CRAPSHITASS. Yes this is one of my 'one-word' words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I had to rush to open the freaking Guitar room to get a Guitar, in the first place, I couldn't find the stupid Guitar room key! How troublesome! I had to rush my food (only a small bowl of pasta, ain't enough), &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;probably get indigestion&lt;/span&gt;, and rush to collect the key and take the guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And end up being late for Principal's talk. &lt;em&gt;Though I'm not the only one&lt;/em&gt;, but it's embarrassing okay! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did lotsa admin stuff, paper work. And I was almost about to drop dead to sleep but had to keep myself awake. :c Hmm actually, the class is rather clean. I just don't want people to litter. Urgh annoying peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;em&gt; Netto got elected to be the second Care Friend of the class!&lt;/em&gt; AHAHHAHAHA I bet she wasn't ready with her speech but I supported her. Majority of the class did not trust her, but after her speech, I guess they did. So congrats to Netto! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch in school before going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna state something here but I think it'll be too mean. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually like my seating arrangement. Second in the row, middle column. I think I'll concentrate better. There are smart people around me. THANK GOD I'M NOT PUT AT THE BACK. OR I WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE THE WHITEBOARD CLEARLY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;From here on I'll see whenever I can post. It seems like Sec 4 ain't gonna be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-27811146836992594?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/27811146836992594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness-it-hurt-her-like-train-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/27811146836992594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/27811146836992594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness-it-hurt-her-like-train-on.html' title='Happiness, it hurt her like a train on a track.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TSLvgmy33tI/AAAAAAAAAmo/naUowBqkmIk/s72-c/All_about_the_clothes_by_DuckyPhotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2759164826841023934</id><published>2011-01-01T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:07:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TR8xfF-E5ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ROHFDzd-Png/s1600/0ed5af82b4012b45c60473a64b1a6a96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557214875446732178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TR8xfF-E5ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ROHFDzd-Png/s400/0ed5af82b4012b45c60473a64b1a6a96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Loose ends, they tangle down, and then take flight, but never tie me down. Off I go, where I fall, is where I land."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY 2011 EVERYBAAADDDEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of 2010, we decided to go out. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I met up with Kathleen, Kim, Prissy, Carol, Emma, Chai Na and Netto (who came extra late from work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Swensen's for lunch! We &lt;em&gt;sat at a very far end corner and it was hard to call for the bill&lt;/em&gt;. Urgh. &gt;:c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked around, waited for Netto's arrival. We had &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yoghurt&lt;/span&gt;, too! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it started raining there. :c So we made our way towards City Hall. We tried our best to look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for seats at Starbucks. And fuck yes! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sit for each of us while we have our coffee/mocha/green tea/ice blends. c: The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;group next to us were really annoying because they were playing with cards and laying their asses there without drinking ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around Marina Square, it was chaotic! Because of the countdown at Marina Bay, the city was hell like crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking along City Link, Kim and I noticed we walked past Miss Aidah. HAHAHA it was so funny. She was like, "Did you see that? Miss Aidah." I'm like, "Yeah." and then we were silent for a while, and &lt;em&gt;started laughing again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN WE DECIDED TO WALK TO SUNTEC FOR DINNER! What a wasted trip towards City Hall station. :c But it was nice to see the rest off because they had to go home. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was only me, Kim, Prissy and Chai Na. We had Sakae Sushi for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh 3 more days till school starts. I think it will be crapshitass because on the 5th is orientation and on the 6th is the auditions for CCA. &lt;em&gt;WTF? Is the school mental to put orientation on a weekday?&lt;/em&gt; Why not on a &lt;em&gt;Saturday instead, like last year&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh well,&lt;em&gt; I hope 2011 goes well for me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N levels! Less &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tumblr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2759164826841023934?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2759164826841023934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-im-alive-my-heart-keeps-beating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2759164826841023934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2759164826841023934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-im-alive-my-heart-keeps-beating.html' title='Help, I&apos;m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TR8xfF-E5ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ROHFDzd-Png/s72-c/0ed5af82b4012b45c60473a64b1a6a96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3226171933720208898</id><published>2010-12-26T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:40:41.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are your own worst enemy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TRb4WeDNuqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9gM3Zog85qU/s1600/simplicity_by_alinashamalova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554900255315442338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TRb4WeDNuqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9gM3Zog85qU/s400/simplicity_by_alinashamalova.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Open me up and you will see, I'm a gallery of broken hearts. I'm beyond repair, let me be, and give me back my broken parts."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG I haven blogged for about a month, I nearly forgotten how to! Haha! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I've removed my tagboard as it has been spammed by full of... weird people. I don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my December has been quite fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO HASN'T FINISHED THEIR HOMEWORK?! &lt;em&gt;School's almost in a week's time!&lt;/em&gt; 3rd January!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GE Christmas concert at ACJC was fine, sitting in the front row wasn't scary anymore. For me, I think that way. I don't like being nervous. It'll make me forget the notes I'm suppose to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrr, CCA Orientation day for the new sec 1s next year is comin' up on the 4th Jan! I've got to plan. Pfft. I actually hate planning. I mean, I'd like to plan, and we all have a nice idea but I don't like it when people spoil it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. We had duty on Sec 1 Registration Day. OMG, the sec 1s are... they are fine. I saw one that looked like a primary 3. She's so cute! I hope nobody bullies her, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was kinda&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Lotsa food, turkey, ham, spaghetti (it looks awkward. We kids cooked it. Sauce was fine but not really for the pasta), and I forgotten the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't laugh at me, OK? After seeing what I type below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the first time I drank wine. I didn't get drunk&lt;/em&gt;. c: At least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel, Rachel and I played a lot of Mario Kart Wii and WiiSports. So fun, we even took videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my presents! I didn't ask for much so it's fine. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone pissed me off, so bimbotic! No respect! But I don't wanna say. SPOILER OF MY DAY. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired after Christmas now. I slept at 3am last night. Firstly during the dinner I had wine. Then I came back, I drank tea. WEIRD OF ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I updated my Tumblr though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's gonna reopen soon, and we'll be Sec 4! HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been having dreams. But I'm thankful, for reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3226171933720208898?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3226171933720208898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-your-own-worst-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3226171933720208898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3226171933720208898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-your-own-worst-enemy.html' title='You are your own worst enemy.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TRb4WeDNuqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9gM3Zog85qU/s72-c/simplicity_by_alinashamalova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4349702353767515902</id><published>2010-11-30T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:16:10.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll sing until my heart caves in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TPTxEbqFZtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fkyP7VAOnls/s1600/way_to_blue_by_diveInto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545322099645966034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TPTxEbqFZtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fkyP7VAOnls/s400/way_to_blue_by_diveInto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"It's a tear in the dark, all alone in the car, in pieces. It's the sound of mistake, as I'm lying awake, sleepless. This is the sound that's made, when a heart breaks."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays + CCA + holiday homework = a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out of the country. Not going to for this year end, since I went to UK in June. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA has been fine, but &lt;em&gt;sometimes I feel really angry at myself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I haven't been teaching my juniors well enough till they have to get it all wrong. I just don't like it, when they are wrong, and I corrected them, and they are then able to play, but another time it's wrong. I don't know how to fix this. Is it me? Or is it them not practicing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling it's them, but &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't know how to motivate them to keep practicing, no matter how hard it is, and never lose interest with it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;make them each something small, hand-written note&lt;/span&gt;. I'll just pass it to them the next time I see them during guitar camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things have been OK. I kinda have dreams quite frequently now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that my "OPEN BLINDS" links to my friends are not updated. I'm quite lazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, 281110, Daddy and Mummy brought me and Rachel to &lt;em&gt;Orchard Hotel's Cafe to have a buffet lunch&lt;/em&gt;. So there was &lt;em&gt;a feedback form that was optional to fill in, but since the manager gave it to us on our table, I, decided to fill it up on behalf of my parents&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA my sister and I gave very nice feedbacks. I'm pretty nice, you know. : ) HAAHAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back to dine here? Yes ( ) No ( )&lt;br /&gt;but we added in a 'Maybe ( )' by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it turned out to be:&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back to dine here? Yes ( ) No ( ) Maybe ( X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, tomorrow's 1st December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This means that I have only one more month to live normally and not insanely studiying my brains off/enjoy a cup of coffee or tea slowly/sleep better and wake up later/ before 2011 starts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;#countdowntochristmas: 25 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for Christmas. I don't know why. &lt;em&gt;To me, it's the most special occasion. Even better than my birthday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4349702353767515902?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4349702353767515902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-sing-until-my-heart-caves-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4349702353767515902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4349702353767515902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-sing-until-my-heart-caves-in.html' title='I&apos;ll sing until my heart caves in.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TPTxEbqFZtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fkyP7VAOnls/s72-c/way_to_blue_by_diveInto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5251320851737802889</id><published>2010-11-25T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:34:53.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever felt a sad heart buried alive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TO5xuuap5GI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-5sC0II9DII/s1600/Come_Down_With_Me_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543493238887408738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TO5xuuap5GI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-5sC0II9DII/s400/Come_Down_With_Me_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"True love, the stars in the sky illuminate below, the light is the sign that love will guide you home."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha as usual, you'll know what I say on my second sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost 2 weeks are gonna past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA has been kinda OK, there are times where I feel fed-up, honestly, especially with someone, I really can't stand her.&lt;br /&gt;But all of my juniors keep me sane. : ) Unless they do something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy flew off around 6am in the morning on the 17th November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for 1 week, I was stuck at home with Rachel. I mean, of course, including eat, sleep, CCA, homework and all. We do go out with Mel for dinner. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something just have to happen 2 days before Mummy and Daddy is coming back&lt;/em&gt;. And I was &lt;strong&gt;so annoyed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank Germaine and Kathleen for hearing me out. HAHA YOU BITCH. BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'll talk about some outings I had with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;em&gt;22nd November&lt;/em&gt;, Kim decided to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;. So I agreed!! c: Jacq. Voo and Netto came along too. Way right before I met them, I was in the library. I brought my homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT! &lt;em&gt;My pencil case wasn't in my bag&lt;/em&gt;! It was in my school bag! I was so annoyed &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;because I brought my homework, without my pencil case!&lt;/span&gt; So I couldn't do my homework for that free time I had before meeting them guys. I &lt;strong&gt;dare not borrow any pen from the people in the library&lt;/strong&gt; because they are busy studying (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and for the fact that most of them look extremely unfriendly&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I decided to read Literature books instead. : ) rather interesting&lt;/em&gt;! Just that my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;peaceful atmosphere was spoiled by two guys both sitting one shelf away from me&lt;/span&gt;. They were sleeping! I mean, come on! People wanna read books/find reference while you are there, sleeping, for the air-conditioner?! You must be &lt;em&gt;reeeal cheapskate&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netto soon found me in the library because she was earlier than Kim and Voo. She obviously spoiled my peaceful atmosphere already, so I &lt;em&gt;had to leave those lovely books&lt;/em&gt; : ( and walk with her back to Tampines Mall to meet Kim. They had a meal at macs while I ate light. Soon Voo met up, and we went to catch Harry Potter. It was so fucking exciting! SOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came inside the cinema, seated nicely while the advertisements were playing, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I totally forgotten that my hands didn't have popcorn and a drink.&lt;/span&gt; It's quite incomplete because I'm watching Harry Potter. So I walked out, bought popcorn and drink, thinking that it has started, and ran up the escalator. I &lt;em&gt;tripped, and fell on the hard, rusty, Tamines GV escalator!!!&lt;/em&gt; My heart was like swearing so badly, but I didn't cry. A group of boys were coming down from the stairs and they saw me. I was so embarrassed, I went back into the cinema, for God sake, Harry Potter hasn't start yet, and I rushed! So I kept myself calm, thought my wounds were just scratches, but after the movie it turned out worse. They were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleeding, skin is torn, bruised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows were so damn good!&lt;/em&gt; : ) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I cried when Dobby died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I cried and cried and cried, while Netto keeps asking me why the hell am I bursting into tears!&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, damn my leg was hurting so badly. Kim gave me a junior plaster. It was a penguin!! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care much about it then. We had Fish&amp;amp;Co. for dinner, saw Petrina (my senior), working there! Haha! And then I dropped by Watsons to get my bigger plasters for my wounds. The &lt;em&gt;pharmacy old man was kinda pissed with the plaster on my leg and nagged to me about how the plaster on my leg is worse because if I remove it, more skin is gonna be torn and all&lt;/em&gt;. Ah well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 23rd November, it was class outing!&lt;br /&gt;*(hears cricket sound)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess how many turned up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(hears cricket sound)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun though. Poor Weiting, hope she's better now. : (&lt;br /&gt;We ate @ Pastamania, competed against each other in a car racing game at the arcade, watch Harry Potter again (&lt;em&gt;SO WHAT?! I still like watching it for the second time!&lt;/em&gt;), took pictures, went to the airport to Victoria's Secret, took the slide at SLIDE @ T3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to my grand's house to have dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th November, I had CCA.&lt;br /&gt;(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;em&gt;wake up at 6.30am&lt;/em&gt;. Met Sun Rui in the bus though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks everyone for all the wishes on Facebook, the texts and prezzies!! : )&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;was really happy&lt;/strong&gt;, even though it was my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sunny on my birthday during CCA, my naughty juniors pulled me along for lunch so I ate with them! They are really funny. I shall name some. Angelina, she had a plaster on her thumb. She &lt;em&gt;bought chicken to eat, by hand. AND HER PLASTER WAS THEN OILY&lt;/em&gt;!!HAHAHAHAHAHA. : )&lt;br /&gt;Nadia, she &lt;em&gt;couldn't finish her fries&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Celine, the one &lt;em&gt;sitting a few centimetres in front of me yet she texted me Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yan Xin &lt;em&gt;spazzing because her fingers were hot due to the chicken&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Marissa, I &lt;em&gt;totally forgot what she has done&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I took a long time to make my way back to school. I had to walk! With my leg wounded! It isn't easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came back, I had &lt;em&gt;a carebear from Chai Na&lt;/em&gt; before lunch too! And surprisingly, I smelt &lt;em&gt;a Starbucks Earl Grey tea and blueberry muffin stuffed inside my bag&lt;/em&gt;. So I was like, "Who bought this for me?" and Farhana started laughing. Obviously it was her and Alyssa! They were pretending not to. Because I saw them, during lunch time, running towards the train station! Most probably getting for me. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy finally came back then! Mummy bought me a suede pink oxford-inspired shoe (which Dad called it a rat shoe but hell no it is an Elf-like shoe)&lt;/em&gt;! And also a Hermés watch which I don't think I'll wear to school. :c&lt;br /&gt;And a spectacle frame! Which wasn't really my type... :c so I was pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go out to celebrate my birthday because it was raining heavily! :( so we ordered in dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much. Dad just brought me out to Jack's Place to have steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's CIP this Saturday. Urghhh! I can't have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I've got a dental appointment! I'm excited because I'm &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gonna make my braces&lt;/span&gt; into Christmas colours!! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Christmas: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5251320851737802889?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5251320851737802889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-you-ever-felt-sad-heart-buried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5251320851737802889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5251320851737802889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-you-ever-felt-sad-heart-buried.html' title='Have you ever felt a sad heart buried alive?'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TO5xuuap5GI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-5sC0II9DII/s72-c/Come_Down_With_Me_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4981019682119487376</id><published>2010-11-14T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:54:40.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream we were running from some blazing arrows yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TN_Jx1oWByI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_50G6zkXmjQ/s1600/January_8th__by_Rice_Tactics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539367924736067362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TN_Jx1oWByI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_50G6zkXmjQ/s400/January_8th__by_Rice_Tactics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"What do you do, when your heart's in two places? You feel great but you're torn inside. You feel love but you just can't embrace it, when you found the right one at the wrong time."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't blog for long, again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's boring. I hate November. How unlucky every year for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA has been fine, don't feel like blabbing about it or I'll have lots to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Still can't get over the fact&lt;/em&gt; that I'm having CCA on my birthday AGAIN &lt;em&gt;FOR THE&lt;/em&gt; FUCKING &lt;em&gt;THIRD TIME&lt;/em&gt; since SEC 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had councillors camp from the 8th to 10th November. Rushed to the current school from the holding school when CCA ended. (insert pissed off face here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed camp though! I'll tell one bad stuff later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved Amazing Race. HAHAA hidden mentos(s) in flour is really sick. Lotsa fun memories there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water bomb, too! Just that we didn't know O levels was still going on at the science block. We were playing at the cafe open area, having so damn much fun, when Mr Greg suddenly came and... oh well. I shouldn't brag about it! Just incase I get scolded. Not Mr Greg! Not Mr Dinesh! Someone EVEN naggier!! HAHAHHAHA all of us were kinda in a bad mood because of HER! But we cheered upppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY TEAM ELMO HAD #3 place! *cheers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND OH. One think I'm really pissed. I have to tell it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if the girl sleeping next to me (Sec 1) in the MPR2 will read this. Hope she doesn't though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE SNORED SO LOUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can't stand it! I was complaining to Wei Min, how loud she was, like as though her nose was cleared or something. I could've poured water on her or throw a toilet roll at her face to shut her up. It was really irritating. :'&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know I can't live with people who snore sometimes. I barely got sleep for those 2 nights!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was fun. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, 12th Nov, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel's birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So after CCA, I rushed home to bathe and all, met Mel. We ate at Suntec @ Pepper Lunch, was looking for Fish&amp;amp;Co. to treat Mel but there wasn't, and entered Carrefour to meet Aunty Jenny. GUESS WHAT! Mel and I fell for our fruit smoothie again. It sucked. I think we're just unlucky. Last time when we drank fruit smoothie, it wasn't nice either. Sigh. :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went off to Aunty Jenny's house. Mel swam with the kids, I tanned. Not even tanned. I was like constantly moving around! Sun's off and on, how annoying! Darren and Mabel soon came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a card from Mabel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; spelt my name as 'Rejien'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REJIEN. REGINE. Not much difference? O: It sounds more like a guy's name though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I forgive her. People have mistaken my name so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend's boring. Mummy and Daddy is flying off soon. ALWAYS LIKE THIS. Leaving me and Rachel alone at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're only coming back on my freaking birthday night. THANKS MAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's CCA tomorrow. 8am to 3.30pm. (holds sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH! I had a dream! About me sitting for an English paper. It was so hard, I was scribbling down answers. The classroom looked very old school though. And I could feel my nerve cracking because the questions were so hard. There wasn't any passage! Doesn't make sense. I thought it was Literature but I don't take Literature, sadly. They were asking some stupid random questions that seems familiar and related to some storybook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY. 23rd November - CLASS PARTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24th November - I'm sure it's gonna be a damn boring day. :'&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4981019682119487376?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4981019682119487376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-had-dream-we-were-running-from-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4981019682119487376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4981019682119487376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-had-dream-we-were-running-from-some.html' title='I had a dream we were running from some blazing arrows yesterday.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TN_Jx1oWByI/AAAAAAAAAl0/_50G6zkXmjQ/s72-c/January_8th__by_Rice_Tactics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-6249927657024033168</id><published>2010-11-05T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:12:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of what I remember makes me sure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TNQnBrTplPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0NJK9xOnrXU/s1600/49635178b31e591f4ea66ea0606e55e7-d2zskpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536092751703676146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TNQnBrTplPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0NJK9xOnrXU/s400/49635178b31e591f4ea66ea0606e55e7-d2zskpt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"It all started out as a feeling, which then grew into hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't blog for long yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results weren't THAT good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An underline for my E-math. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me wanna slap myself though. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the holidays. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But November, you suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU SUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole damn &lt;em&gt;November schedule just SUCKS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA at least 2 to 3 times a week, not just 3 hours, but more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm gonna have CCA on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(insert fake smiley smiley here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's quite pissing off actually&lt;/em&gt;, to be honest. It did happen when I was sec 1 and 2, too. We had guitar camp on my birthday when I was sec 1, and guitar exam in school when I was sec 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't occured in the first place for this one. But due to the lack of CCA practices we have, we now have additional practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OUT OF ALL DAYS! :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'mma have to spend 7 hours ++ in the holding school on my birthday! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's lotsa homework, too. 2 Geography corrections to do (it's not little, kinda a lot), 2 Social Studies Assignments, E-math online, Chemistry, Chinese reading, English reading and some other "Glog" thingy, don't know what is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of course Physics and A-math I have to study. I have to study all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's this pressure, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOMEWORK + STUDIES + CCA + PLANNING FOR GUITAR CAMP + COUNCILLORS CAMP + ALL THIS SHIT SCHEDULE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sure, I'll never enjoy my birthday! HOORAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame God. Sigh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna have a councillors camp from the 8th to 10th November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy and Daddy's not gonna be around soon. THEY ARE GOING OVERSEAS! Shitass. No one to buy dinner for me. :c I'll be some busy shit bee ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How? Why aren't I enjoying my life to the fullest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I gotta be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOTTA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-6249927657024033168?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/6249927657024033168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-of-what-i-remember-makes-me-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6249927657024033168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6249927657024033168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-of-what-i-remember-makes-me-sure.html' title='Most of what I remember makes me sure.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TNQnBrTplPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0NJK9xOnrXU/s72-c/49635178b31e591f4ea66ea0606e55e7-d2zskpt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5214760087399828407</id><published>2010-10-27T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:07:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting round the city bends I hear the conversation in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TMgBOxLzT_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/UVGWKohFyXQ/s1600/um_segredo_by_pontoderebucado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532673495457288178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TMgBOxLzT_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/UVGWKohFyXQ/s400/um_segredo_by_pontoderebucado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Thinking of a place to be, I sing a little melody instead."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven blogged for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I got sick of blogging, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They weren't that good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine with my Physics and Chemistry. At least I see my goal is achieved for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh bother. The others are like crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how do I face my teachers then. It's quite hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll be like, "Oh Regine, you didn't do really well this time round. What are you gonna do about it hmm?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, none of them have said that yet. I'm just imagining. Well, I'm not hoping for it either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, &lt;em&gt;aren't I like the failure for lotsa stuff?&lt;/em&gt; I bet I'm known as the inconsistent student. I don't know. &lt;strong&gt;I see my marks HIGH, then LOW, then HIGH, then LOW again&lt;/strong&gt;. That's for some subjects. I don't wanna talk about the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a few days then, I &lt;em&gt;recovered from that sadness mood&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;P.S. everybody says I look sad every minute so you might think this is ironic.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was post-exam activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junior Chef! Indeed amazing.&lt;/em&gt; It makes my mind drift away from my exams for the moment. It was a 4-day learning course thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've learnt about TABLE SETTING, WINES (how to open it in different ways), DIFFERENT RESTAURANT TOURS TO ALLOW OURSELVES TO BE MORE EXPOSED and MOCKTAIL! Haha, I like making mocktail. But I don't like drinking it, even if it wasn't COCKTAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even drink. (insert pissed off face here) People say I look like I do! Am I like a good girl or whaaaaaat? HAHAAHHHAHA. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my school went to visit the holding school &lt;em&gt;(OH LORD, it needs a Priest to bless it)&lt;/em&gt;. It looks really horrible now. :c Well, I admit that it is really big, and I love the greens &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(even though some trees look like they're dead)&lt;/span&gt;. But we were having A-math lessons! Mrs Cheong conducted it in the fourth floor. AT A CORNER OF THE BLOCK! It feels scary though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The floor was REEEEEEEEEEEALLY dirty, &lt;em&gt;we had to sit on fullscap paper/rough paper/unwanted paper&lt;/em&gt;. That's because the chairs were REEEEEEEEEEEALLY dusty. No choice, survival thingy I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite scared of the new holding school. I hope it will turn out to be a better-looking school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NOW I HAVE TO TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORT TO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;! Nice huh? It's not nice. It WON'T be nice. I used to be able to just walk to school from about, 4 to 5 blocks away?! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at early 5am plus in the mornin today. I didn't wanna be late while catching for the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year's gonna be worse. I can predict that from Mrs Cheong's mouth. I think I can see the future. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school today, had breakfast-lunch at Macs with Claire, Audris, Cassandra, Samantha and Weiting. OH GOSH WE TALKED ABOUT DEATH and everything related to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's results day! It determines whether we're gonna get promoted to the next level: SECONDARY 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be able to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5214760087399828407?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5214760087399828407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/10/shooting-round-city-bends-i-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5214760087399828407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5214760087399828407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/10/shooting-round-city-bends-i-hear.html' title='Shooting round the city bends I hear the conversation in my head.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TMgBOxLzT_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/UVGWKohFyXQ/s72-c/um_segredo_by_pontoderebucado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7516132071886430226</id><published>2010-10-17T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:18:22.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of trying to find a way to make it through these endless days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TLsaxY96wkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0UxqL92g0F8/s1600/Jana_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529042403345482306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TLsaxY96wkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0UxqL92g0F8/s400/Jana_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I've tried to push distractions from my head. I try and try but I find myself mislead. I need your hand to clear this road, I know I cannot bear this load."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The break after the exams just passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a homey for 3 straight days. Nearly died at home while Tumblr-ing. Well, still, Tumblr made me kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Friday, went out with peeps&lt;/em&gt;. Kathleen, Carol, Kimberly, Netto, Priscilla, Claire, Chai Na and myself. Ate lunch, and shopped. Bought a necklace with Kathleen, a Twiggy hippe top, and bobby pins from New Look. NEEDED THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far East is such a problem. It makes people lose their way. I bet Claire got frightened. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I've been to Far East many times to shop for some clothing, it is still rather confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went off to meet Mummy and Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought another floral blouse from Pull And Bear the very last minute with them. Mummy bought it for me, yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Daddy brought us to eat seafood. Urgh, seafood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tuition this week yet, and because today was Daddy's birthday, he brought us to eat buffet at some hotel called Plaza... I don't know. It's some ParkRoyal thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE SASHIMI OLD MAN IS STILL THERE&lt;/em&gt;, cutting sashimi for people. He sure worked there for long. Mummy and Daddy could recongnize him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's marking day, no school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuhg, I'm so scared for my results that's coming to us on Wednesday. I'm gonna bring tissue packets just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7516132071886430226?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7516132071886430226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-tired-of-trying-to-find-way-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7516132071886430226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7516132071886430226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-tired-of-trying-to-find-way-to-make.html' title='I&apos;m tired of trying to find a way to make it through these endless days.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TLsaxY96wkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0UxqL92g0F8/s72-c/Jana_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3445884675982987147</id><published>2010-10-12T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:55:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TLQDKciU_gI/AAAAAAAAAlM/27ZvEHTM_hY/s1600/54aa0696058f479badc9db6fe053df2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527046120684191234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TLQDKciU_gI/AAAAAAAAAlM/27ZvEHTM_hY/s400/54aa0696058f479badc9db6fe053df2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"If it's love, and we're two birds of a feather, and the rest is just whatever. And íf I'm addicted to loving you, and you're addicted to my love, too, we can be them two birds of a feather."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't blog for long, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol told me to update! So I will! Hiiii Carol. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the exams, hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so glad it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't use the computer at all, while studying, or doing revision. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some papers were crappy shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, E-math? More lower secondary questions appeared more than the Secondary 3 questions. I'm like wth, I am gonna fail this! I'm gonna fail that two papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English close passage was quite difficult. I think it's just me. The others found it so simple. I must be so stupid. The whole paper was alright, hopefully I'll pass. Or else I'm going to be laughed at like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese, I definitely found it tough. I was like, "Damn the setter", when I read through the paper. Lao shi told me and Germaine, "If you found the paper difficult, others would have found it difficult, too". True, but what if I fail? :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined humans, I found it terrible. I totally failed for 1 section of both papers, I'm predicting the outcome already. I know what will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combined science, I found it quite OK. &lt;em&gt;Fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math was surprisingly OK. Just two questions that I wasn't sure of. &lt;em&gt;Fingers crossed, too&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very certain I'm gonna downgrade. I don't know, it's just this feeling. Even if I did well for some of my graded assignments in class, it's the EOY papers that are more important. Still, I don't get why my friends tell me I'll make it. I think it's bullshit. Ah well, it's over! Not like I could snatch my damned papers away from my teachers to ammend my answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after A-math, Carol, Netto and I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;went to have lunch before watching the movie THE OTHER GUYS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH FFFFF it was so FFFFF funny,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I laughed so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do for the next few days while my other friends are still having their last paper to finish. Then we'll head to town to shop and watch movie or eat eat eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna learn more songs on my guitar. I just did. I just learnt 'If It's Love' by Train. Such a cute song! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I just got a cold. So much of having a post-exam activity, getting sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3445884675982987147?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3445884675982987147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-its-love-and-were-two-birds-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3445884675982987147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3445884675982987147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-its-love-and-were-two-birds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TLQDKciU_gI/AAAAAAAAAlM/27ZvEHTM_hY/s72-c/54aa0696058f479badc9db6fe053df2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-166181070260253753</id><published>2010-09-24T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:46:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment's never coming back, so treasure each second of hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TJxr0-k30rI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mFcFYXaf-lQ/s1600/074163def6b5b86becd57a83ac4cb2b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520405801144406706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TJxr0-k30rI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mFcFYXaf-lQ/s400/074163def6b5b86becd57a83ac4cb2b4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I wear you on my sleeve."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe I didn't blog for so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK since it's a Friday today, TGIF, I shall allow myself to relax for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO TIRED OF STUDYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For at least more than 1 week it's filled with intense study and tests/graded assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we had Social Studies graded assignment, Physics test, A-math test, English Graded Assignment and E-math test. And also a Chemistry spot test which I think I flunked it. The rest were managable but I can't be too complacent/proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH, my eyes are dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so not prepared for subjects with a hell lot of content&lt;/em&gt;, like for example, Social Studies, Geography, Chemistry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEOGRAPHY AND CHEMISTRY WILL BE ON THE SAME DAY, FOR FOODLESHIT SAKE, we are going to explode brain juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Trying my best to really absorb as much as possible already&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last few days, Sam, Dinah and I have been staying back to do self-study. Perlina, too. Damn, why does the damn school library have to close so early - 4.30pm? We got chased out and in the end we have to find another quiet spot to study. I swear the library wasn't even quiet, can I make a complain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K lemme blog about today - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;240910&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a bad hair day. It was messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Compre and Close Passage G.A.! I'm &lt;strong&gt;going to flunk it! It was tough.&lt;/strong&gt; I suck at it. Foodleshit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PE!&lt;/span&gt; It was a hell lot of fun! &lt;em&gt;3 innings for softball game&lt;/em&gt;! My team won, yay! Sigh, if only I ran faster, I wouldn't scored more points! I was just about to reach home but I will always get tagged! OH WELL, &lt;em&gt;it's a game! I don't wanna be known as someone in my team who is grumpy over stuff like these&lt;/em&gt;. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CMECS was fine. We watched a movie -Akeelah and the Bee. Awwww a boy kissed her during his birthday party! So cute. HAHHAAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math test was... still OK, screwed up some questions, that's a confirm. Hopefully I pass. Fingers crossed. I wanna pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN I remembered - MR CHONG, if you are reading this, you have not started on &lt;em&gt;Chapter 11 for E-math&lt;/em&gt;! Kimberly and I are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; by it. &lt;em&gt;WE ONLY HAVE ONE MORE BLOOOODY WEEK TO GET READY FOR IT. This suck&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why does the school have to squeeze in last minute chapters anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also for Geography&lt;/em&gt;, our teacher just squeezed in chapter 13, the last chapter. We haven't started it, and we only have 3 more lessons (including Monday's tutorials) to complete it + revision in class! WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I will share something with you readers here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke the shower head a few days ago. My dad nagged at me. But really, how did I know? :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he fixed another new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started leaking. So my dad nagged at me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF, did I make it leak? I don't have the ability to make a hole in a metal shower head, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've been &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;missing UK so much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I left part of my heart in UK. It keeps haunting me!! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sleep forever and never wake up! CAN I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EOYs is just too pressuring.&lt;br /&gt;I heard my vice-principal talking that stress is important because it gives us pressure to manage our time properly? WTH isn't it worse? :c I am already feeling stressed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY STUDY TABLE IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A RED CUP&lt;/span&gt; THAT SAYS &lt;em&gt;'STRESSED OUT!'&lt;/em&gt; with a screwed up face&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW? Exactly one more week to EOYs. I mean, excluding weekends. My weekends are not even considered damned weekends. They are used for studies and revision and I can't even relax. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even before I sleep every night, my mouth speaks out for example, Chemistry stuff?&lt;/span&gt; Geography stuff? Physics stuff? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My mind will never be in peace till EOYs is over. I am going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-166181070260253753?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/166181070260253753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-moments-never-coming-back-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/166181070260253753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/166181070260253753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-moments-never-coming-back-so.html' title='This moment&apos;s never coming back, so treasure each second of hope.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TJxr0-k30rI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mFcFYXaf-lQ/s72-c/074163def6b5b86becd57a83ac4cb2b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1517191760462484691</id><published>2010-09-14T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:00:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your last words I had a chance to hear before you left, made an imprint on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TI9sm_y7elI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sFYHK5QqPiQ/s1600/season_poem_by_motato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516747485768022610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TI9sm_y7elI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sFYHK5QqPiQ/s400/season_poem_by_motato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Not having you here with us here now, would hurt so much. It hurts so bad."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting distracted by migranes. Prissy today asked me, "Regine, you have headaches sometimes, right? How does it feel eh? What do you do when you have headaches eh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how to answer that, seriously? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The start of Term 4 was really rushing&lt;/span&gt;. It started yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class were lucky yesterday. As we our original class was next to a science lab, we had to shift due to the exams that took place IN the lab, I think. Yeah we moved to class 4/8, all the way to the 4th floor. I don't think my class is used to walking up the stairs so much? We were always on the first floor! Well, 4/7 felt like aircon. LOL. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I could've slept but&lt;/span&gt; the environment wasn't up to my standard of really sleeping properly. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons were as usual, but the teachers are rushing. I guess they have a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EOYs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3 weeks of insufficient sleep!&lt;/span&gt; Excluding the exam days that cost me to waste lotsa sleep because I'll be studying, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, it was an even longggggger day with a late recess. Most of us were starving in class. I have to admit I didn't eat breakfast this morning HAHAHHAAH OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography was fine. I felt sleepy, though. I don't know if it's some sleepy bug that was passed to me or something. SS was fine. Chinese, I wanted to sleep already. BUT I LISTENED! I LISTENED! I think from Mdm Heng's direction, she would see my listening ears but moodless face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I survived Chemistry&lt;/em&gt;! Mrs Boo taught us today YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started on a new chapter, chapter 8. Then we had a spot test. :c But I passed! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SCREAM HOORAY IN THE INSIDE ABOUT 11.15am on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays? It was finally recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math was fine? I did some patterns on my graph &lt;em&gt;eg. polka dots&lt;/em&gt;, so that I could differentiate each graph drawing. One whole graph sketch can like, consist of 4 graphs? WTH? :c &lt;em&gt;YAY I CAN DRAW A PROPER CURVE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#Reminder: Next thursday - A-math test on Chapter 11, tutorials after that. BOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, Ms Juliana didn't come, so we were given to do. Two narrative writing compositions to look out for vivid phrases, OMG. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch-ed with Little Bee and Prissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back, really tired. I forgotten to take a nap. A NAP. A NAP. A NAP. I WANT MY NAP TIME BACK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like trimming my hair. Oh like I have the time to get to the hair salon to do that. So much homework. I don't fucking have much time left. Sounds like I'm gonna die. HAHAHHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even have time to call my grandparents when I'm studying. It's very sad. For me. Because I love them. c: I'm such a bad grand-daughter. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another long day tomorrow. Wish me luck. I hope to have a good sleep tonight at least. PLEASE, GOD. PLEASEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1517191760462484691?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1517191760462484691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-last-words-for-me-before-you-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1517191760462484691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1517191760462484691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-last-words-for-me-before-you-left.html' title='Your last words I had a chance to hear before you left, made an imprint on me.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TI9sm_y7elI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sFYHK5QqPiQ/s72-c/season_poem_by_motato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4304199782546845130</id><published>2010-09-11T21:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:35:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the harmony to every song I sing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TIuBBfCvT-I/AAAAAAAAAks/at1ppwF7yJg/s1600/Februrary_song__by_huebige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515644031158144994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TIuBBfCvT-I/AAAAAAAAAks/at1ppwF7yJg/s400/Februrary_song__by_huebige.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Like a cup of coffee you take me by surprise. When I was young, I hate coffee, but now I'm fine with it. Just like love, I hate it when everyone talks about love, but now I'm growing to understand it."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week didn't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;should've&lt;br /&gt;spent more time&lt;br /&gt;waking up early&lt;br /&gt;and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I didn't. Someone slap my face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK! Just a few bits left. I know it's a bit last minute. I just need help at some areas. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have weird dreams. Shall share some here. I don't care who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Last night, or shall I say, last midnight I was taking the Softball Theory Test online.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT WHAT HAPPENED IN MY DREAM WAS THAT&lt;/em&gt; my team and I were in some world-wide competition against other teams for softball and we were first, &lt;em&gt;like wtf, we were the champions&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah if only I had the knowledge to put it to the real theory test I did. FAILED SO MISERABLY!&lt;br /&gt;Scary! It was super scary. I felt myself running for each base. Especially from the 3rd base to home. OMG it was so scary. I must have felt sand on my face when I fell to the home base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream was weird, too.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird to dream about someone, very rare to talk to, in life? Like yeah, that person is walking with you in the rain. We chat, we smile. We fight against the strong wind and rain. And then I started crying. You pat my shoulder and say, "It's OK, I'm here." and gives a hug. Suddenly you fell and collapse because you slipped. I carried you, you were heavy (I really felt as though I was carrying a heavy school bag?!). We reached somewhere (I don't know?) and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the rest of the dream but it was weird and saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in 2 days. SAY HOORAY. :(&lt;br /&gt;EOYs in 3 weeks, I guess? According to my calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes I feel so heartbroken before I sleep because I regret something so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;important to say&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I swear I am such a stupid girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4304199782546845130?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4304199782546845130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-harmony-to-every-song-i-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4304199782546845130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4304199782546845130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-harmony-to-every-song-i-sing.html' title='You&apos;re the harmony to every song I sing.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TIuBBfCvT-I/AAAAAAAAAks/at1ppwF7yJg/s72-c/Februrary_song__by_huebige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-9154873986709752853</id><published>2010-09-08T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:33:46.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, oh what a rush to the start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TIeL_eUMK4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/eaOyKXmEGAE/s1600/Mould__by_burcumbaygut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514530191324228482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TIeL_eUMK4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/eaOyKXmEGAE/s400/Mould__by_burcumbaygut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"But we're gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine, sit talking up all night, doing things we haven't for a while. We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years, we just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The September holidays have started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend went on quite fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a birthday seafood dinner at East Coast with my relatives on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. To celebrate Aunty Karen's birthday. c: Ethan came! What a cute little boy. He &lt;em&gt;keeps on mimmicking me&lt;/em&gt;, whatever I did. HAHAAHHAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, we met up at Harbourfront for breakfast, and head down to Universal Studios in the late morning. The first ride I went on with Mel was the &lt;em&gt;Revenge of the Mummy. OH HELL IT WAS A HELL LOT OF FUN! I was scared, though&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;couldn't wear my spectecles. Obviously it would've flown away from my face by the fast speed&lt;/span&gt; of the roller coaster, but I doubt it would be as fast as the roller coaster called Galatica or something. I haven rode that one before though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went around, taking pictures, riding more rides, watching little shows. Darren and Mabel came along, too. We had lunch, more rides, ice cream. Uhm, I had to sit on a roller coaster ride called Enchanted Airways, &lt;em&gt;3 times&lt;/em&gt;! With Darren, Mabel and Mel. But it was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back home, had pizza for dinner. I knew I was dead tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, went back to school for A-math lesson. GRAPHS, GRAPHS. TAN, COS, SIN graphs! My head could've cracked you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Carol, Jacqueline and I headed down to Tampines to get our Chemistry TYS and Starbucks, while doing our homework. A LITTLE BIT OF CHEMISTRY ONLY! :c Then Jacq left to meet Emma and Chai Na to go to the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Carol and I stayed and wait for the rest so we could watch &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;GROWN UPS, the movie&lt;/span&gt;, in the afternoon. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Popeye's before watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was me, Carol, Kathleen, Claire, Prissy, Shermaine and Jacq. Voo. Urgh, dude I was sleepy but I really watched the show and it was pretty funny! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, we discipline council had to sacrifice our morning sleep just to get to school and go to CCPS to train the peeps there! We were all tired, I can see it in allllllll our eyes. Man. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the students there were funny. YAY. My group, Andorra, with Shannon and Hazel and Dinah, won the most united group! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I was a homie&lt;/em&gt;! Doing my homework (trying to), snacking, doing my homework, snacking, doing my homework, SNACKING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T STOP SNACKING IN BETWEEN. This must stop. What a bad habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's gonna reopen in a few days. I'm not that happy about it because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TERM 4 IS DEFINITELY GONNA SUCK, I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt; Preparation for EOY exam, well, also maybe my Guitar Grade Exam, revision (tons, I bet), CCA, I don't know what else, but I know there are more to come. YUCK. I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg I'm procrastinating. I should go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, a few days ago I had a dream. I felt so upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-9154873986709752853?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/9154873986709752853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/tell-me-you-love-me-come-back-and-haunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/9154873986709752853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/9154873986709752853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/tell-me-you-love-me-come-back-and-haunt.html' title='Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, oh what a rush to the start.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TIeL_eUMK4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/eaOyKXmEGAE/s72-c/Mould__by_burcumbaygut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4035696858366506212</id><published>2010-09-02T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:09:28.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the morning light, to find the day is burning the curtains and the wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TH9gNdjchJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/se3H4npWk-k/s1600/The_softest_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512230253312640146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TH9gNdjchJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/se3H4npWk-k/s400/The_softest_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Spent all my life emptied of anthems, and bracing for something that never did come."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been long since I've blogged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really have time to do it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days went by quite fine. I &lt;em&gt;was still demoralized over my marks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've just gotten back our results, I meant, report card. Guess what, I fell back down again in my class ranking. It's really ugly. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 3 days of practicing and performing for Arts Alive! 2 went quite fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very exhausted though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day, we just had a technical run. Really cold. Regretted not bringing my sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day was the full dress rehearsal till 11 plus. I remembered that everything was really hectic, my CCA peeps were running around, it was hard to control them, but I tried my best to do my job. I know how they feel. Neither did I like being in a small dressing room. We had to squeeze with Angklung Band too, with all our guitars and angklung instruments. Tell me how squeezy can that be! Try going in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember sleeping at 1am-ish in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we had to be in school by 8.30am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very &lt;em&gt;hectic day with a packed schedule&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a little rehearsal in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then went off to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;change into our gowns which have not been washed for 2 days&lt;/span&gt;. HOW DISGUSTING! :c I hated it. I hate wearing the same thing that hasn't been wash. I don't like being dirty. HAHAHHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First performance was without the percussion. Chai Na conducted! Haha! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we had to wait for our evening performance after 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone laid their head down, feeling so tired. I couldn't do much, I felt so bad not to make them feel more alive. &lt;em&gt;We sang California Gurls in the dressing room!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During curtain call, it happened that where I was standing, Mummy, Aunty Karen, Melissa and Grandma were sitting there, too! &lt;em&gt;And they said I look like a giant in the purple gown. WTF.&lt;/em&gt; In front of everyone!! Just because I was among shorter, or I'll say, petite people! I am quite petite, too, in my opinion. I want to be real tall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;teacher's day celebration on the 31st August. And it was NEON day, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite nice...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some teachers danced. OK. There was one solo one that I have to comment about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good, it's real professional, but I was so afraid some girls in my school will scream and faint because of him. (Insert a really bothered face here) I was more like, &lt;em&gt;afraid of him destroying the stage as he was dancing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some group of teachers danced to Bad Romance. &lt;em&gt;Not bad at all!&lt;/em&gt; I liked it. It was real funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave all the teacher's day flowers and cards to my teachers except for Mrs Diong. To be honest, I was the &lt;em&gt;last few to know that she was leaving. Yep I am so slow, haha&lt;/em&gt;. I thought she'll be leaving at the year-end or something else. On Friday it was her last day, and we (the performing arts peeps) couldn't have a chance to even take a picture with her, how bad is that. Tsk tsk. I still have her present in my room. HIYO. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried over my report card! Yes I did, not because I want to, because it was shocking and disgusting. I hate my marks, as said. Though I did well for SOME, but the others were horrid like crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with Pris and Little Bee and then had ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons were back to normal this week anyway. Next week's holiday. &lt;em&gt;So not good&lt;/em&gt;, because we still have to come back to school for lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow there's gonna be an E-math test. Boo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this weekend I'll be heading down to Universal Studios Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4035696858366506212?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4035696858366506212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/enter-morning-light-to-find-day-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4035696858366506212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4035696858366506212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/09/enter-morning-light-to-find-day-is.html' title='Enter the morning light, to find the day is burning the curtains and the wine.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TH9gNdjchJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/se3H4npWk-k/s72-c/The_softest_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-152303533618849809</id><published>2010-08-24T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:16:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll pretend to feel alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/THOLRZbRxSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-Bp9yex9f1I/s1600/61f7b10af2c3c08491ea698af53153c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508899900203582754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/THOLRZbRxSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-Bp9yex9f1I/s400/61f7b10af2c3c08491ea698af53153c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know how I feel now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathetic. Crestfallen. Dumb. Fucking stupid. Exhausted. Teary. Being defeated. One of the worst students in class. Regretful. Pre-occupied by these thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My exam results, all were shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if I passed some.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of them were shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I suppose to make you proud, Mum and Dad? &lt;em&gt;I've failed to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I suppose to show a good example to my class by scoring high? &lt;em&gt;I've failed to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to, as a leader in the school, be having better results? &lt;em&gt;I've failed to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a failure. I think I already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whenever I feel that life is getting better, another obstable comes back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is this even happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I not managing my time well, do I need to get new glasses so that I won't be so fucking blind while checking my answers and all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a promise to myself, to my parents, and also teachers, and God. I will study hard for EOYs. I don't want to be some proud ass person like the others. I am going to make sacrifices. I need to be more participative in class. I need to be braver and not dependent on my teachers and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single shit day, I do my reflections any moment I wish to. I'm just hoping something would change. I will change. Because when there is a will, there is a way. I'm not willing to give up yet. My N' and O' levels are really soon. Just next year and next next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need some happy antidote. I thank the Lord for the many friends I have to make me laugh and start crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-152303533618849809?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/152303533618849809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-pretend-to-feel-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/152303533618849809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/152303533618849809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-pretend-to-feel-alright.html' title='I&apos;ll pretend to feel alright.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/THOLRZbRxSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-Bp9yex9f1I/s72-c/61f7b10af2c3c08491ea698af53153c9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-6409975401965578407</id><published>2010-08-21T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:56:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TG_HXxkOfCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/mZT8Bl3DF8c/s1600/4516500850_a3f0ef1a3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507840080553606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TG_HXxkOfCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/mZT8Bl3DF8c/s400/4516500850_a3f0ef1a3c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Cause you're amazing, just the way you are."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blogging now. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I nearly collapse in public. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dental appointment in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue braces. Dark blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminds me of the song Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin. HEHEHEHE. &lt;3&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;After that, Mum and I met up with Aunty Karen. And we had lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate finish a whole bowl of noodles suprisingly. The guy beside me must be thinking that I am a pig. :c well he didn't finish his food! I saw one whole lump of meat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so guilty sometimes because I don't finish my food. I'm learning to! Other people don't even have food to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, am I too influenced by learning Geography of Food? c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIT I HAVE YET TO FINISH MY CORRECTIONS for geography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok next, we shopped around. I wanted to buy this necklace from Accessorize but omfg it wasn't cheap. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I bought a robot chain from Forever 21. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we stopped by Starbucks for coffee and hot choc. YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went inside New Look. I saw at least two of my schoolmates there. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN MUMMYYYYY AGREED TO BUY THE SHOE I WANT!&lt;/span&gt; I actually saw the same pair online but this is more expensive. The other one I saw online was from a blogshop, which will charge for shipping stuff and all. WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this 39.90 bucks shoe is &lt;em&gt;gonna be loved by me&lt;/em&gt;. No &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I won't neglect my other shoes&lt;/span&gt;. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this happened&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started getting a headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home first while Mummy and Aunty Karen go shopping at 313 Somerset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to die in the train. There wasn't any air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept in the bus. Thank the Lord for the bus to jerk and wake me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home I could've collapsed on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a panadol and slept. My head hurts and my stomach aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 4pm and woke up at 7pm plus. OMFG i wasted a hell lot of time not doing my homework but I did rest well. I wanted to sleep more but my Dad couldn't shut up so I had to get up for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get any better. Now I'm still feeling quite sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still a pile of homework waiting for me to write on them. FML. I can die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are already so busy with Arts Alive!2 concert next Friday! The school still wants us to ffffing finish up homework. HI, we have a life, too. :c We are humans as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I feel upset now, I think of the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? I was always a cheerful girl (YEAH RIGHT, RIGHT?). Part there of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to frown more and more as I grow up. I wasn't happy anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my juniors says so, that I should smile more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE IT IS, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;em&gt;I feel happier when I think of the past. It brings back a lot of memories.&lt;/em&gt; Whatever they were, I could still remember most of them. &lt;em&gt;They make my heart smile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-6409975401965578407?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/6409975401965578407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-see-your-face-theres-not-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6409975401965578407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6409975401965578407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-see-your-face-theres-not-thing.html' title='When I see your face, there&apos;s not a thing that I would change.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TG_HXxkOfCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/mZT8Bl3DF8c/s72-c/4516500850_a3f0ef1a3c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2720394202222539103</id><published>2010-08-20T19:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:50:55.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TG5mAjCS_rI/AAAAAAAAAj8/58tcwtEiAHI/s1600/To_find_peace_II_by_nouxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507451553911602866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TG5mAjCS_rI/AAAAAAAAAj8/58tcwtEiAHI/s400/To_find_peace_II_by_nouxz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week past really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our school's &lt;em&gt;Arts Alive!2 concert is just in a week&lt;/em&gt;! Damn. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see CCAs like Drama practicing real hard. It must be hard for them. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we've gotten some of our Common Test papers back! SOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ain't got back Social Studies, Geography, A-math and English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the A-math paper. God how I wish there was enough time. But the questions were quite fine. I left two questions incomplete. HOW?! FFFFFF. We all needed more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I will talk about the papers I've gotten back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; - omfg I can't believe my marks. 35/50. I'm not boasting here. I mean, to me, that's is a good improvement. But for me, it's always depending on luck. I think it was because I studied the chapters that we were supposed to learn a few words and memorize the meanings and all. Effort is paid off. HOWEVER, we had a class test yesterday in order to pull the others' marks up as they didn't do really well. AND THIS TIME I'm gonna fail for that paper, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry&lt;/em&gt; - 17/25. :( if only I didn't write 'blow bubbles'! URGHHHH. I could've gotten at least an A2 for combined Science!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics&lt;/em&gt; - 19/25! GOSH for certain parts I could've killed myself after realizing my mistakes. OK I WILL MOVE ON. Don't wanna dwell on it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E-math&lt;/em&gt; - FAILEDDD. But you know what? I am happy because today we went through corrections and I could do the questions! Of course for some questions I checked with Perlina so that it would be correct. I'm not ego. Anyway, BECAUSE FOR THE FACT THAT I'M REGULARLY CHECKING ON MY CALCULATOR that it is on DEG mode, I'm not afraid to fail! I will and must, keep a watch out of my calculator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND, I'm quite angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get you. When I score something higher than you, and that was since before, years ago, &lt;em&gt;you will always, always get jealous&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your face tells it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Your eyes tells it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You gossip&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You wear a mask, and under that mask is your ugly heart in being jealous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you score higher than me, yes, I keep it to myself, how I feel upset over my marks. But I'm not even competing with you. Why the hell do you need to compete with me? WHY IS IT ONLY ME? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you score higher, you will always &lt;em&gt;take a glance at me to see with those evil eyes to see if I am jealous of your effin marks&lt;/em&gt;. I swear, the others who scored higher than you and I, are so humble, but &lt;em&gt;why can't you be&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Are you that proud&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love to see me fail, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have something against me, make it clear.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If this is your method to make me feel inferior about me and my marks compared to yours, you will not suceed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You might affect me and my self-esteem, but you and your personality will never gain any respect from me&lt;/span&gt;. YES, YOU ARE SO MATURED. YOU ARE SO EXPERIENCED. YOU CAN GO TELL THAT TO EVERYONE, OK? I can't be bothered with you anymore. &lt;em&gt;I've been tolerating your bitch ass&lt;/em&gt; since then, some peope have been, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhh. Some people are such a pain in the ass. They wanna compete and compare all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY NOT COMPETE WITH &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I shall be happy now. ^^ I don't want some bitch to ruin my day. c: Heeeheeheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I think English was fine? I really need to fill up my vocabulary book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was in class. We barely did anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CMECS - watched The Blind Side! I cried again. HAHAHHA how many times have I watched that movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math, we went through our math paper corrections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA wasn't so bad today. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotsa homework to complete over the weekend. Dental appointment's tomorrow. Still deciding on my braces colour. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2720394202222539103?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2720394202222539103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-breathe-but-i-still-fight-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2720394202222539103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2720394202222539103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-breathe-but-i-still-fight-while.html' title='I can&apos;t breathe, but I still fight while I can fight.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TG5mAjCS_rI/AAAAAAAAAj8/58tcwtEiAHI/s72-c/To_find_peace_II_by_nouxz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7869655412642466654</id><published>2010-08-15T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:24:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I awoke, to only find my lungs empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TGfkz4fLK_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/cblgJBVX7Z8/s1600/4328035823_d7d19e8d82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505620649471323122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TGfkz4fLK_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/cblgJBVX7Z8/s400/4328035823_d7d19e8d82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I'm constantly changing from calm to hell. Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divine could swallow me whole, oh how I'm breaking down."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has been a horrible week for me&lt;/span&gt;. Even though we had two days off - Monday and Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common test was 50 50. Some subjects were kinda OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, others were not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, I'm afraid I won't achieve what I wanna get. Sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese, I'm praying hard. I picked out the words that I've learnt and hopefully it'll be correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English compre and summary was quite difficult, but I have nothing else to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics was fine? 50 50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was 50 50. I don't think I'll score for the end parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies SEQ was alright. I hope my Why Purpose answer made some sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math, hahahhaha I'm laughing at myself. You should laugh with me, too. And scold me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My calculator mode was RAD, not DEG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did not complete my work on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a turning point. I hate to say this, but I got angry at myself on Friday for the Math paper till I burst into tears after that. SIGH SIGH SIGH what can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blind. I thought I would be able to score for E-math this time! I like Trigonometry &amp;amp; Congruence and Similarity to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess marks will be deducted. And I will eventually fail. I was so dumb not to write down my workings first. I bet my teachers were wondering why I was panicking when I fucking blindly punched in the freaking numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LEARNT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LESSON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li Feng told me this, "Regine! Next time you do different parts of a question, must always check that before you type in the number, it's on DEG mode! Not RAD mode!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so embarrassed. But they comforted me. News spread really fast around the class, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall I let bygones by bygones? I can't really forgive myself for this. It's CA2. End of year is coming up real fucking soon, so I don't know what else to say. But &lt;em&gt;I want to move on from being some crybaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend went by real quickly. I &lt;em&gt;barely got time to have a real good sleep&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've been constantly having weird nightmares. &lt;em&gt;Where did my dreams migrate to?&lt;/em&gt; I still love them. I know I've neglected my dreams. Sometimes they do tell me something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had tuition in the morning. 2 hours of A-math. Strived to the end. Didn't wanna give up so easily. I will love the subject that I am taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered some teacher told us this, if I'm not wrong, "&lt;strong&gt;If you hate the subject you are learning, it'll turn out really bad because you lose interest in it, you won't bother listening to your teachers. So you have to, love the subject, in fact, all of them, so that will help you to study hard and work towards getting high marks.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never forget that. But I just forgot who told me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My relatives and I also went to Vivo City today. I got into Zara and Mummy bought a skirt for me. It is a short high-waisted skirt. &lt;em&gt;Looks &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;retro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. YAY. That made me quite happy, but I was still in my dull mood. Because I was wearing some weird halter neck dress that doesn't suit me at all, walking around Vivo City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel was sad. But that's OK. We can always &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;go out together and get the stuffs we want by ourselves!&lt;/span&gt; c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hectic schedule tomorrow. My hands are going to sore from taking the amount of books back to school and carrying guitar-related stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new born orange kitten made my day today. It's really adorable. Wish I could keep it but my mum would be screaming at my face even if it's in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7869655412642466654?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7869655412642466654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-awoke-to-only-find-my-lungs-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7869655412642466654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7869655412642466654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-awoke-to-only-find-my-lungs-empty.html' title='I awoke, to only find my lungs empty.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TGfkz4fLK_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/cblgJBVX7Z8/s72-c/4328035823_d7d19e8d82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1246856830066639175</id><published>2010-08-09T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:23:30.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on the other side of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TF_5zH2rFAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EmLUwn-q5SM/s1600/Accusations_by_Lyndzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503391926347043842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TF_5zH2rFAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EmLUwn-q5SM/s400/Accusations_by_Lyndzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I lie awake again, my body's feeling paralyzed. I can't remember when, I didn't live through this disguise."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 45th Birthday, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGA&lt;/span&gt;PORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chilli/black pepper crab.&lt;br /&gt;I love chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;I love... fish soup?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;em&gt;Some&lt;/em&gt; local delights that I &lt;3. Anyway, sorry for not blogging for so long. Haven't really got much time though. Common test is in 2 days. 2 DAYS! Wonder why I'm blogging here. Maybe it's because I'm sick of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the week went quite fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday, 060810, SPORTS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, it's pretty much fine. I had my spectacle tan line on my face. CRAPSHITASS. :c&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen, Samantha, Carol, Kim and I represented our class for SAC Cup!&lt;br /&gt;Played football within some float thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;sole of my shoe came out&lt;/em&gt;. I think I'm harming all my sports shoe. Mummy if you see this please get me a new sports shoe thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;And, Carol got kicked! Her cut is, I don't know how else to say, it's &lt;em&gt;EFFING BIG&lt;/em&gt;. She didn't wanna go to the first aid. NAUGHTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Long John Silver's at Tampines for lunch. Nom nom nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a file. OMG! The new file has found it's companion!! My used-to-be 'jotting down homework and doodling' notebook is exactly the same as the file! YAY. And I also bought another notebook which has a cartoon sketch of London. And I have the picture! It's &lt;em&gt;along Stratford&lt;/em&gt;! YIPPEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday, 070810.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. It was just the YOG Opening Ceremony Rehearsal day. We took lotsa pictures. c:&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, the rehearsal, had too much singlish in replacement of the real people. Such a disgrace!! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sunday, 080810.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition in the morning. Was all alone at home. BOOOO. :c&lt;br /&gt;After that I went off to meet my classmates near my house for the YOG cheering thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up becoming us helping out selling stuffs and mending some stalls.&lt;br /&gt;So, Carol and I were in charge of selling ice creams. Not bad, not bad! I am happy to see people eating ice cream. Especially those small kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;the ice cream thingy suck&lt;/em&gt;. There was a rusty metal sticking out from the conditioning thingy. Yes, I reminded myself so many times not to go near it. But if I didn't I would've fall back into the drain, which would be worse? So yep. The rusty metal thingy scratched me lotsa times till one scratch and it bleed. URGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol said that it will get infected because it's scratched by rusty metal. :c&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Ms Juliana found me plaster! Hah, it must have been a hassle for her. :( but it stopped me from getting distracted by the itchyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate barrr chorrr meeeeee for dinner with Kim! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today, 090810.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's Singapore's 45th birthday. Alrightt.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today. I had a dream! I see familiar faces but they don't sound exactly like themselves in real life, so I was scared. But the dream wasn't scary. It felt quite real so I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Is it scary to dream of a person twice? Sometimes to me, it might/can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out to Jack's Place (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;) for lunch with my family. I'm sick of steak. I don't wish to eat it for a month, OK?&lt;br /&gt;And my parents and sister were not supportive of my future, of what I wanna be. Yeah I am sooooo bad at Chinese, alright.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them to choose my future. It's my future. It's my choice. If they pick what I don't like, I'll end up doing it worse, right? What's so wrong learning about the society? What's so bad dreaming about having my own art and poetry gallery?&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for money &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt; when I work in the future. &lt;em&gt;I'd rather make an impact or tell a story&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I dream of being Mother Theresa II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAH alright you can laugh your ass off now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to work towards my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I also admit I did some shopping today. Two tops, one accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I shall study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1246856830066639175?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1246856830066639175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-on-other-side-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1246856830066639175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1246856830066639175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-on-other-side-of-world.html' title='You&apos;re on the other side of the world.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TF_5zH2rFAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EmLUwn-q5SM/s72-c/Accusations_by_Lyndzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-669089262658732385</id><published>2010-08-01T16:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:49:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like a before and after photo, how can I ever live without you, I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TFWBCc4Ze-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qu1fSeZW_LY/s1600/A_storm_in_the_distance__by_Lyndzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500444399015394274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TFWBCc4Ze-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qu1fSeZW_LY/s400/A_storm_in_the_distance__by_Lyndzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"All my life I've tried to make everybody happy while I just hurt and hide, waiting for someone to tell me it's my turn to decide."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S A SUNDAY! And tomorrow's Monday. Back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 5 has gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 6 is just another week before the common test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AM I PREPARED? CRAPSHITTY SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I'm doing fine for E-math. I just have a feeling. &lt;em&gt;FINGERS CROSSED&lt;/em&gt;, that's because I practice sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math, I hope there's some hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese, nawwww. I need a lot of translation to understand. Chai Na introduced GOOGLE TRANSLATOR. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's bad. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry, not really. I think I'm gonna screw up somehow. :c I hate chapters 7 and 8. CONFUSING SHIT. How now brown cow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics, so far I'm surviving it. Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, I feel that we're really slow paced. Maybe it's just because we don't have a topic and we're currently in the mood of our oral presentation. My group's going last! SO NOT GOOD. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, kind crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies, gahhhh. I don't even know whether I have a test tomorrow. I need to study it by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been &lt;em&gt;dreaming of weird dreams&lt;/em&gt;. Eg. Myself changing class, another one is witnessing a parachutist falling dead, and rising up again to parachute down safely. WHAT IN THE WORLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Lord what's going on with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH BY THE WAY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ON FRIDAY, 30th JULY 2010, was the worst time for me to end off a July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, making announcement, we embarrassed ourselves. I embarrassed myself as a leader. And now with the name of President of Guitar, I am &lt;em&gt;recognized as a leader that doesn't really use common sense&lt;/em&gt;. Kinda like, right in front of my principal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:c I was so upset then. My morning was really upsetting already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did the Waka Waka dance for the Sec 1s and 2s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons were fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Investiture, OMFG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything went wrong for me. Not about how I look on stage. That I'm not really concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about my CCA! Walking all around the props room corridor! And everyone in the hall could see the happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guitar stand fell from the props room level to the hall. THAT COULD'VE KILLED SOMEONE&lt;/em&gt;(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;I forgave my CCA&lt;/em&gt;. I talked to them. But oh Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sometimes I wonder if they really listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes I wonder if I'm intimidating enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sometimes I wish everything went fine and smooth. I need not worry, I need not face trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AM I A GOOD LEADER? Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, I shall not dwell on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping for a better week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I feel that it's gonna be a bad week because it's like a revision week. Common test is just next next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hoping and praying for sunshine in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to migrate out of here. I want to migrate out of here. And I will, if there's a way and a chance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-669089262658732385?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/669089262658732385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-like-before-and-after-photo-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/669089262658732385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/669089262658732385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-like-before-and-after-photo-how.html' title='You&apos;re like a before and after photo, how can I ever live without you, I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TFWBCc4Ze-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qu1fSeZW_LY/s72-c/A_storm_in_the_distance__by_Lyndzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3567317971040326400</id><published>2010-07-26T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:20:34.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One breath, too late. You're gone for good. It's funny how far it seems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TE16y7F6FwI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8OLj2-l_zw4/s1600/Run_where_you__ll_be_safe_Run_w_by_Lyndzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498185735363761922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TE16y7F6FwI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8OLj2-l_zw4/s400/Run_where_you__ll_be_safe_Run_w_by_Lyndzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("&lt;em&gt;But what could I do, and what could I change, when everything's strange?&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry for not blogging since Tuesday/Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't have time to. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to complete lotsa homework, had CCA practices etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy and Daddy went on a short holiday from Thursday till Sunday and they were back yesterday. Mummy bought me awesome leather and stringed bangles, and another Forever 21 pink shorts!!! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed them when they were away. Four days without two people waking/disturbing me while I'm sleeping/doing my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to live with my sister (insert pissed off face)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the past few days, it's kinda OK OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try my best to be smiley and not frown. I tried okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Some people still piss me off BIG TIME but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there are people that make me day. c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I really love you guys so much. *air carebear hug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really remember what was going on through the days in school.&lt;br /&gt;I know Chinese was boring all the way. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics, oh we had some group competition thingy of building the most stable and highest SAC school building! And my group won! 1st! Yay! However, halfway through presenting our work it fell towards the side and there it goesssss. Goodbye. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math, nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS, I'm still pissed at someone. Most people are. I mean, OMG. I can't believe it. You're identified as a good student when you cheated? DAMN YOU. What about the others that put in more effort than you? Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I shall not go on about that person. It just PISSES ME OFF. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math. OMFG Mr Chong is&lt;em&gt; back in action&lt;/em&gt; today. &lt;em&gt;No more&lt;/em&gt; Miss Indra teaching us. :c So sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY MOLLY I'VE NOT COMPLETED MY GEOGRAPHY HOMEWORK AND IT'S DUE TOMORROW. Crapshitass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar is improving, I think? c: I hope we are. Holly moles we gotta publisize our CCA this week. I should've chose other weeks. OH MAAAAAAAMAAA help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3567317971040326400?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3567317971040326400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-breath-too-late-youre-gone-for-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3567317971040326400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3567317971040326400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-breath-too-late-youre-gone-for-good.html' title='One breath, too late. You&apos;re gone for good. It&apos;s funny how far it seems.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TE16y7F6FwI/AAAAAAAAAjU/8OLj2-l_zw4/s72-c/Run_where_you__ll_be_safe_Run_w_by_Lyndzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2466548232165532476</id><published>2010-07-20T21:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:44:28.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head lies to my heart and my heart it still believes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TEWfwnfN9-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qVWWh8mRIkE/s1600/In_A_Lose__Lose_Situation_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495974577858017250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TEWfwnfN9-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qVWWh8mRIkE/s400/In_A_Lose__Lose_Situation_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;em&gt;The walls are shaking, I hear them sound the alarm. Glass is breaking, so don't let go of my arm. Grab your bags and a picture of where we met, all that we'll leave behind and all that's left.&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;showed you respect&lt;/span&gt; as one of my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;understand you when no one believes you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;gave up on what I have to do&lt;/span&gt; just for you to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;envy you because you are capable of so many things&lt;/span&gt; that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forgave you so many times for being rude towards me and the others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I shall not blabber anymore about you.&lt;br /&gt;I shall think optimistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been spending time before going to bed, and I do reflections. Weird much. Yes, I do reflect on my day and how I've spent it, what mistakes I've done, how the hell will I be able to solve it etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMFG. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am dying to buy a lamp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want it near my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that I'm afraid of the dark. I just like lamps. They're so cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I talk about the Chemistry test that happened today?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Mrs Boo. :c I am going to fail the test horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've always hoped that 2010 will be good for me. I meant, a better year for me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm so happy, like I am on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;that BAD thing just HAS TO COME IN when I'm in my happy mood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something last week.&lt;br /&gt;Something about having a flexible mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;July and August is going to be boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, thoughts have been revolving around my mind.&lt;br /&gt;People's words to me, people's advice to me, I still can remember them. And then I'll start crying at home before I sleep. Crazy, right? I don't know. I just have a feeling to cry. And when I cry, I prefer to cry alone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite an emotional person, if you guys didn't know that. Or maybe I didn't warn you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR EXAMPLE, SHOW ME A ROMANTIC COMEDY MOVIE AND I'LL CRY IMMEDIATELY AT THE STARTING PARTS OF TOUCHING SCENES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2466548232165532476?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2466548232165532476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-head-lies-to-my-heart-and-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2466548232165532476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2466548232165532476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-head-lies-to-my-heart-and-my-heart.html' title='My head lies to my heart and my heart it still believes.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TEWfwnfN9-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/qVWWh8mRIkE/s72-c/In_A_Lose__Lose_Situation_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-6330053716995965817</id><published>2010-07-18T19:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:02:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're still the light that fills my emptiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TELh4Mybi5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/lMfCO6B7fQ4/s1600/Movin___Into_Silence_by_burcindrummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495202850967096210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TELh4Mybi5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/lMfCO6B7fQ4/s400/Movin___Into_Silence_by_burcindrummer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("&lt;em&gt;And your love's a gathered storm, I chased across the sky. A moment in your arms became the reason why.&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it has been a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I dreamt of a dream last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I DREAMT THAT I WAS BACK IN UK!&lt;/span&gt; Leading a life there, damn it. And I was schooling there. OMFG that would be so much fun, compared to Singapore. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also dreamt about people that I know. Yes, people that I know, not knew&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other dreams but I shall not say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week didn't went that smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filled with tests, homework, assignments etc. :c As well as practicing for the upcoming August Concert. It's quite terrible for me to handle these stuffs. I nearly had a breakdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I told myself to be strong. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS test was quite alright. My hand had a spazz after writing again. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WAS SO PISSED AT YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;SO PISSED, I SWEAR. More like everyone who knew it were pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;YOU, MADE ME HAVE A BAD IMPRESSION OF YOU.&lt;/span&gt; But whatever, originally I didn't want to get pissed at you. What made you even do that? Causing yourself so much trouble, and not being honest, I've never should've cared for you as a... friend? Yeah, a friend. GRRRR! (insert super angry face here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I officially have lost trust in you. Don't try to get it back because it has been going for at least 2 years, and not forgetting the others that are pissed as well. D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a Physics test, too. Gosh I think I'll screw it up. Hearing from my friends that got the same answer while I didn't have that answer, I feel weird and suspicious about my marks already. &lt;em&gt;Now I feel so guilty for not having to read the question carefully&lt;/em&gt;. :'c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math test, I think I'll be just passing or failing. I mean, urghhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math test, I didn't leave any blanks, but I think I'll fail, according what SOMEONE said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S.T.F.U. OK? I know &lt;em&gt;you like me failing stuffs and you getting higher than me, but the more you bring me down, the stronger I get in encouraging myself to stay strong. So, piss off and stop critisizing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA on Friday was quite alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was practicing our concert pieces and also doing the seating arrangement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had my legs wide open, sitting on the table in the MPR2 and doing the arrangement thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazhuurah dropped by and she had to say, "Looks like she's having sex with the paper hahahha!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to close my legs. Tsk tsk, Nazhuuuuuuurah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gonna be an English graded assignment tomorrow on Feature Article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID I TELL YOU, I left some of my notes in school? :c I was so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's gonna be a Chemistry test on Tuesday. GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, I'm hoping for a better week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-6330053716995965817?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/6330053716995965817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-still-light-that-fills-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6330053716995965817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6330053716995965817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-still-light-that-fills-my.html' title='You&apos;re still the light that fills my emptiness.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TELh4Mybi5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/lMfCO6B7fQ4/s72-c/Movin___Into_Silence_by_burcindrummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1299630347118171402</id><published>2010-07-12T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:21:00.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They'll miss the taste of wanted you, call out your name like I still do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TDrzLgUs2VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ia5pi-xJFK8/s1600/loco_by_akincetin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492970074512611666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TDrzLgUs2VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ia5pi-xJFK8/s400/loco_by_akincetin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("&lt;em&gt;Push me till I have to fly, I've shed my skin, my scars. Take me deep out past the lights, where nothing dims these stars.&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S BEEN LONG SINCE I'VE BLOGGED. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been really, really busy since Term 3 started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just &lt;em&gt;so much tests, graded assignments, projects.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;nearly died on my way&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess God stood next to me, yeah? c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just start off my subjects. I can't really remember each day since 3rd July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My friends say, I'm growing white hair! Gosh. I'm so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt;. It's now back to our form teacher as our English teacher. Ms Juliana! She's quite nice, makes lesson fun though. Now English seems alright. Not THAT stressful. Thank God we've completed our project. There is a graded assignment on Feature Article next week. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SUCK AT THAT? :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt;. We've got another younger teacher. Mdm Heng will now teach the CLB girls. Awww! :c However, our teacher, I don't know how to type her name in English, is quite nice, too. Or shall I say, quite forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geography&lt;/em&gt;. We've been doing on Coastal Measures. Gosh, I was really sick of it. Thank God we've just started on Geography On Food. I think it'll be interesting. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Studies&lt;/em&gt;, not that much, we learnt about Northern Ireland. It's similar to Sri Lanka, I guess. I've just had a graded assignment on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO ESSAYS TODAY&lt;/span&gt;! My hand had a spazz OK. It was so shaky after writing lotsa words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Math&lt;/em&gt;. Mr Chong, went for reservist. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So Ms Chen (Indra) took over us. Dude, we are really really noisy in class. It's really restless! :c I hate it. I know, we can have fun, but others need to concentrate too. And there is a test this Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAH I'm talking like a nerd/geek now. c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A-math&lt;/em&gt;. Was rushing to end Binomial Theorem. There are some questions that I really, really don't understand. There's gonna be a test on it this Thursday! Foodleshit it OK. :c FOODLESHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry&lt;/em&gt;, Mrs Boo is gone!! :c For 10 weeks, I think. I still see her in school. I'll miss her teaching! For now, we have another teacher. She's fine, but, sometimes I don't even understand what she is saying. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics&lt;/em&gt; was quite alright. Now we've moved on in learning Dynamics. I am so confused about Frictional Force and with Acceleration inside. &lt;em&gt;OMFG. :c&lt;/em&gt; However, I could do some questions. So it's not so bad. c: I'm gonna have a spot test on it this Wednesday. WISH. ME. LUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, I hope that I didn't miss out any other subjects to talk about/complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SPAIN WON WORLD CUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;SPAIN WON WORLD CUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SPAIN WON WORLD CUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sooooo happy. Paul The Octopus is really a good octopus. I BOW DOWN TO YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh oh, I'm in love with Matt Nathanson's songs. It's soooooooooo nice. HEAR IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch my teeth is numb now. It hurts. And my throat hurts, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1299630347118171402?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1299630347118171402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/theyll-miss-taste-of-wanted-you-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1299630347118171402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1299630347118171402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/theyll-miss-taste-of-wanted-you-call.html' title='They&apos;ll miss the taste of wanted you, call out your name like I still do.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TDrzLgUs2VI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ia5pi-xJFK8/s72-c/loco_by_akincetin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1734649040607704435</id><published>2010-07-02T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:21:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million thoughts but not a single word to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TC3gAaQfPeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/J4HQUjLZnPA/s1600/Endlessly_by_The_Aesthetic_Effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489289818487602658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TC3gAaQfPeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/J4HQUjLZnPA/s400/Endlessly_by_The_Aesthetic_Effect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Was I the only one who felt the world stop moving? Was I the only one who felt a life coming it's end?"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I say something here? I just need to. I just need to pour out all this pain from my head, my body, my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm tired, OK? I'm really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So please understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The picture says everything. The quote above tells everything I have in mind now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, I think it was the worst day for me. The timetable on Wednesday ain't nice. All are double periods. And it's a long day, a late recess, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, it wasn't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been regularly having migranes/headaches already. Seriously, Sec 3! I thought Sec 4 was more stressful than Sec 3. Sec 3 IS important, but why is the work load so harsh to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand some of my classmates somehow. Their bags, after school, is just so light. &lt;em&gt;They carry almost nothing home&lt;/em&gt;. Me? &lt;em&gt;I carry loads home&lt;/em&gt;. My shoulder aches, my hand aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know if I'm caring too much of my studies and pushing too hard on myself until I feel unwell. I shouldn't have done that. But I am, so, so, concerned about my studies all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too concerned till I fall sick. &lt;em&gt;You know what my friends always tell me in class?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Regine, you look so stress all the time. Do you always sleep late?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Regine, are you tired?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Regine, are you sad?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these just rings in my head. I know they are concerned for me. I thank God for having classmates and best friends like them. (insert a thankful face here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I really going too hard on myself and not being relaxed? Dude, I do yoga somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. I shall not be so pessimistic anymore here. I shall write about what happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today, 020710.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Be Yourself Day. The theme was Fifa World Cup or My Dream. Well, our class were referees. c: We wore high socks, had whistles etc. It was pretty fun being a referee by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First lesson was PE. So we had to change out. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played softball. Kinda fun to run around/throw the balls. I wonder why I didn't think of the strategies that other people did. Haha! I must have wandered my thoughts off in the field. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics was fine. Recess was fine. Social Studies was fine. Chinese, &lt;em&gt;omfg I wanted to sleep so badly because of the weather&lt;/em&gt;. It's so cooling! O: that's why Lao Shi called me and Xi Wen out to present our answers because I was already laying my head on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, it's worrrst. Ms Lim, our relief teacher for now, was taking the time to nag at peopleee. It was quite a waste of time. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during English, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it started to rain!! (Y)&lt;/span&gt; And I felt SO DAMN SLEEPY while reading article. I felt the feeling of a De Javu. Because during Social Studies a few months ago, &lt;em&gt;I didn't know I was sleep-writing-with eyes open. Sleeping and writing, but I can see the words!&lt;/em&gt; It's creepy, but true. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I sleep and I can still see the words I'm highlighting, with my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with my guitar peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up for CCA. Today was mainly sectionals by the way. I had to catch up. Thank God that I know certain important parts of the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Mummy bought dinner for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am now gonna do Math homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, you wouldn't wanna know what homework I have. It's a stack. Plus, projects. I will strike them out one by one, I swear. I need to, or I'll get more angry towards myself and all pessimistic again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am still tired. I wanna eat Poptarts, or some nice chocolate to keep me awake at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1734649040607704435?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1734649040607704435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/million-thoughts-but-not-single-word-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1734649040607704435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1734649040607704435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/07/million-thoughts-but-not-single-word-to.html' title='A million thoughts but not a single word to say.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TC3gAaQfPeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/J4HQUjLZnPA/s72-c/Endlessly_by_The_Aesthetic_Effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3912429413447120772</id><published>2010-06-29T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:53:32.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs, gonna show this town how to kiss these stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCnJIKCLK-I/AAAAAAAAAis/K4f8h7MIlAw/s1600/running_out_of_time_by_annarexic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488138762897271778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCnJIKCLK-I/AAAAAAAAAis/K4f8h7MIlAw/s400/running_out_of_time_by_annarexic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"If we let it be, we're only as good as the fall."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-learning day wasn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated how I had to cope with the weather while doing online homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what the dumb thing is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even think about turning on the air-condition. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMFG OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only until Mummy called and then I was complaining to her and she mentioned it. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, I love Josh Auer's song called Dear You. It's so cute, the lyrics are really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, 290610.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh terrible morning, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to wake up at 5.30am and go to school by 6.30am. There lightning and thunders coming, and it started pouring heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to take attendance through this scanning thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES, WE LAY OUR FINGER ON A FLAT SURFACE AND IT MAKES A SOUND 'BEEEEP!'&lt;/em&gt;. How fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not fun! I witnessed a foodleshitz-ing long queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was drenched even though I had an umbrella with me. Had to shelter those from the bus-stop in to the school. Duuuuuude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first lesson, I guess it's homeroom. We had to do some target goal setting thingy every morning now! With morning reflections of what we wanna achieve each day. Sigh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math lesson was fine, I guess? Was able to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English seemed so long. I was already starving. Oh we have a new teacher next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, thank God for recess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese has never seemed so torturing. Now lao shi won't be telling us what word is this, what word is that. She wants us to learn independently, right lao shi? If you're reading this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK NO I don't think she'll read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CMECS seemed long, too. Nearly slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, &lt;strong&gt;this week, and next week onwards I'll keep having migranes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because while I was in UK, I missed out knowing there was a CHEMISTRY PROJECT, a MATH PROJECT. And there's ENGLISH PROJECT, too. And I missed out GEOGRAPHY LESSON which required us to do our geography paper corrections. I don't have it. Someone took it, oh God. And there is Geography homework that I didn't collect because during geography lessson (the day we flew off to UK), I was at the sickbay already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Football made me happy for a while. Cheering for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But now it's back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, omfg. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3912429413447120772?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3912429413447120772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-needs-avenues-who-needs-reservoirs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3912429413447120772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3912429413447120772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-needs-avenues-who-needs-reservoirs.html' title='Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs, gonna show this town how to kiss these stars.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCnJIKCLK-I/AAAAAAAAAis/K4f8h7MIlAw/s72-c/running_out_of_time_by_annarexic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-444310765237453570</id><published>2010-06-27T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:56:46.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet things, when do they come across our minds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCcb07cSjKI/AAAAAAAAAik/HxEDhZX7X1I/s1600/Mil_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487385267097734306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCcb07cSjKI/AAAAAAAAAik/HxEDhZX7X1I/s400/Mil_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I fear when I wake up from a dream. I fear that I cannot dream about the same dream again."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School holidays? &lt;em&gt;Ending tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over Thursday and Friday this week was boring. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-learning's tomorrow. I'm sure everybody would be stressing out at home. I hate staying at home, I wanna go to school to at least do something productive like studying, but sometimes I just lose concentration at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when my music is on. I can't turn it off. I must be weird. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss UK&lt;/span&gt;. Yes I still do. I can even remember the first day where we landed at Manchester. Sigh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh. For the past few days I didn't tell you, I've been dreaming. Even last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I dreamt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes in the dream, I hug the people that I've really missed and I thought it was real.&lt;/em&gt; They spoke to me, and in the dream I could remember it. When I woke up, I &lt;em&gt;felt so sad.&lt;/em&gt; Because I thought it was really real. And I forgotten every single word they said to me. I can only remember that they were there. It felt real, that's why I thought that way. And also because the dream ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the sound of &lt;em&gt;morning rains&lt;/em&gt;. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are certain dreams that I've never forgotten. But there are also important dreams that I've forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Why do humans dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-444310765237453570?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/444310765237453570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-things-when-do-they-come-across.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/444310765237453570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/444310765237453570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-things-when-do-they-come-across.html' title='The sweet things, when do they come across our minds?'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCcb07cSjKI/AAAAAAAAAik/HxEDhZX7X1I/s72-c/Mil_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7542665103796587650</id><published>2010-06-23T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:57:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're scared of love, but scared of life alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCHk8-Z0w1I/AAAAAAAAAic/g-yNC8JDveM/s1600/78c5f340278b3f04e693f9b2504ac3d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485917557308572498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCHk8-Z0w1I/AAAAAAAAAic/g-yNC8JDveM/s400/78c5f340278b3f04e693f9b2504ac3d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Cause love only comes once in a while, and knocks on your door, and throws you a smile, and takes every breath, leaves every scar, speaks through your soul, and sings to your heart."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, I had my dental appointment. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;LIME GREEN BRACES!&lt;/span&gt; Damn, I made the wrong choice OK. :c I don't really like the colour. Nevermind, I shall wait for next month. I plan to put PURPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor Tng said my development of my teeth is quite good. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mummy and I shopped at Wisma Atria. I bought a hat from Forever 21. I bought pjays, too, from Cotton On Body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Dhouby Ghout. Is that how it's supposed to be spelt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy bought me a stripped shoe from Cotton On Rubi. Quite nice, quite nice. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, we had dinner with our relatives to celebrate Grandma and Grandpa's anniversary. It wasn't the right date but it was the day where everybody was free, so yeah. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, went to Aunty Jenny's house with Mel to tan ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgotten what I did on Monday. I think &lt;em&gt;from Monday onwards I was a homie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma couldn't cook us dinner because she was sick! Take care, Grandma! I love you. :c &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm meeting up with Carol and Kim for our english project. Late, ain't we? Haha. Hopefully we'll finish everything we are able to finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Merissa is making me jealous. She's eating coffee beats! She told me, it's chocolate coated coffee beans. I AM SO JEALOUS! I WANNA EAT THEMMMM!! MERISSA! :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. updated my Tumblr. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7542665103796587650?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7542665103796587650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-scared-of-love-but-scared-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7542665103796587650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7542665103796587650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-scared-of-love-but-scared-of-life.html' title='You&apos;re scared of love, but scared of life alone.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TCHk8-Z0w1I/AAAAAAAAAic/g-yNC8JDveM/s72-c/78c5f340278b3f04e693f9b2504ac3d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7791432830265707571</id><published>2010-06-18T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:08:11.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm sick. Lovesick, grandpa.".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TBuHCLkej1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/kmVkCBci8Ss/s1600/9_crimes_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484125442788986706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TBuHCLkej1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/kmVkCBci8Ss/s400/9_crimes_by_monislawa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Airports, see it all the time. Where someone's last goodbye, blends in with someone's sigh, cause someone is coming home, in hand a single rose."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with John Mayer's song 'Wheel'. It's quite old but I am back in loving it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post stuff since Tuesday because I was sick! :c&lt;br /&gt;YES, I WAS SICK. SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down with a bad cough and flu for a week already!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;em&gt;Tuesday I was a homie&lt;/em&gt;. Having a bad sore throat that I almost couldn't pick up phone calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;, had a guitar stock check. Went to helpp. Tired. Ate mcdonald's with Farhana. Finally, McSpicy! It cured my flu somehow, but it came back again. Of course - spicyness made my throat worse then. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;, I was a homie, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;, went out with Letitia, Kim and Jacq.Voo to watch Karate Kid. Well, I only rate it 3 and a half upon 5. It didn't really move me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;ROMANTIC COMEDIES FOR THE WIN. c:&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm started to like those mystery ones, too. But with a pinch of love. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I JUST REALIZE MY MUM'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING. :O&lt;br /&gt;I even forgotten that yesterday was my Grandma's birthday! I'm so silly. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I really don't know how Strepsil will help my throat.&lt;br /&gt;I keep coughing non-stop. Like, in the middle of the night, I can just wake up and cough. And my sister will be like, "whoa, sit up and not cough when you sleep or you'll get choked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;throat hurts&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;nose is like a REINDEER&lt;/em&gt; sometimes after a bad flu!&lt;br /&gt;I just need God's guidance, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Can't have peace in sleeping. What's more, I'm still A LITTLE JETLAGGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7791432830265707571?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7791432830265707571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sick-lovesick-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7791432830265707571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7791432830265707571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sick-lovesick-grandpa.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m sick. Lovesick, grandpa.&quot;.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TBuHCLkej1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/kmVkCBci8Ss/s72-c/9_crimes_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8072038338462308809</id><published>2010-06-14T16:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:02:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And on your list of things to do, is make me fall in love with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TBXp0NC57FI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kRom9eCJLkg/s1600/c445b837729bd0c4b8aebc29cb44183a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482545204457761874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/TBXp0NC57FI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kRom9eCJLkg/s400/c445b837729bd0c4b8aebc29cb44183a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I felt the heat of the fire ablaze on my cheeks as I willed it to burn, afraid it would be discovered."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;back from the Literature UK trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONDON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was goooooooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Despite the cold and chilly winds, I enjoyed myself lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I wanna post about it? Cause you readers will sleep. But it was exciting! &lt;em&gt;Not as boring as you thought it would be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I will post a bit. My 'a bit' might be equal to your 'too wordy', but it was you that wanted to read, not me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Emirates. Uhm, the food is... (insert embarrassed face here) it's not that good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first entered Manchester, we took a coach towards our first destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we drove past the farmy areas! We saw lotsa horses, sheeps, pigs, cows. Cute but they did disgust me. HAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We saw horses mating. BRILLIANT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first few days was fine. Well, I had migrane but took medicine so it's OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one day, ONE EFFING DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K. Our first day, we were staying in our dorms near Lake District. View wasn't that bad but from our room, it was some garbage view. :c Other rooms had their lake view! But they had mosquitoes. BOOOO! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the second day, we got into Travelodge (where we will be staying). We change our Travelodges stays everyday except for the last three days where we stayed at the same Travelodge in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. &lt;em&gt;There was one night. I was bathing. I slipped off the bathtub halfway when I was bathing!&lt;/em&gt; Cool, ain't it. NOT. I had two bruises on my butt. YES, I fell on my butt on the floor. I slipped outta the bathtub k! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my &lt;em&gt;head knocked onto the toilet bowl seat.&lt;/em&gt; Thankfully it was close. No, that doesn't make a difference. My head was still hurting. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;took over 1060 ++ pictures. BELIEVE THAT K&lt;/em&gt;. I really did. Now I'll have trouble uploading so many pictures on my Facebook! Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In UK, I &lt;em&gt;often get myself a cuppa Hot Choc or tea or keep myself warm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you know how cheap their Starbucks are? Pretty cheap!&lt;/span&gt; That's why I am not that cold. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did shop as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;GUESS WHAT. MY PARENTS NAGGED AT ME FOR NOT SHOPPING MORE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Before the trip&lt;/span&gt;: "Gine! You better not spend so much money over at UK eh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah k, I won't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After the trip&lt;/span&gt;: "Gine! Why you buy so little things?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You told me not to spend so much-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aiyah! You should have shopped more!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean. Grr. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah &lt;em&gt;I do regret not shopping more&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;came back with half of the money I went with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! O: Beat that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, I &lt;em&gt;bought lotsa Literature books&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe during the June Holidays I can read them to keep myself preoccupied if I wanna take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;preferred Stradford and Oxford than to any other destination that we went&lt;/em&gt;. c: The people were really nice and smiley towards us in Stratford and Oxford, which is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The buildings in UK is just so beautiful. Singapore? Nawwww. Can't be compared to UK at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I like to jump and capture pictures like that. c: K random of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers that followed us are really nice. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Without them, I guess we would be left stranded. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Facebook's a bit screwed. I meant the photo uploader. Sigh. :c I wanna upload my photos asap yaw know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, goodbye! Will blog again soon. My &lt;em&gt;pictures in Facebook tells the whole trip's story, so yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The June holidays have started! But I gotta catch up with my studies. So, no more slacking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REGINE! NO MORE! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find my teachers for notes that I've missed. (insert crying face here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I'm missing UK lots. I'm suffering from jet lag!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8072038338462308809?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8072038338462308809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-on-your-list-of-things-to-do-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8072038338462308809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8072038338462308809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-on-your-list-of-things-to-do-is.html' title='And on your list of things to do, is make me fall in love with you.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/TBXp0NC57FI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kRom9eCJLkg/s72-c/c445b837729bd0c4b8aebc29cb44183a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-960175202671990587</id><published>2010-05-28T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:05:05.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S__VAgcf5fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4fxFRXc4HS0/s1600/corey_editorial_1_by_o__tebem__o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476329876591994354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S__VAgcf5fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4fxFRXc4HS0/s400/corey_editorial_1_by_o__tebem__o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Could it be that everything goes round by chance? Or only one way that was always meant to be?"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry for not blogging since last Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-exam activities were boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a lot of growing years lessons that made us sleep in class. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SOME OF US WERE GONNA DIE FROM BOREDOM. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had talks in the hall, too. Those abandoned dog talk (the dogs that came to our school were pretty awesome and cute!), talks on some Audible heart thingy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had the end of mid-year reflections and stuff. Paraliturgy, I guess? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY, FINALLY! CCA stuffs are &lt;em&gt;settled&lt;/em&gt;. I don't need to get headache from it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;em&gt;post-exam activities, we should have movie time! MOVIE TIME!!&lt;/em&gt; :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, I am&lt;em&gt; having headache/migrane for the past 3 days. I think I'm sick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get well soon! Before I fly off to UK for the literature trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've got a new haircut. YAY. (insert sad face here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, some people liked it, some people didn't like it. K, ya know what? Whatever. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't really give a shit about what you say. FFFFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't really packed my luggage for UK, you know. I'm a bad kid. :c&lt;/em&gt; That's why Mum has been nagging at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. I'll talk about my report card now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's shitty. REALLY SHITTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have one A2. That's really horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha, Kim and Priscilla cheered me up. Oh well, thanks. c: Merissa, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those hiding behind some people, looking at me with those 'aww!' smiles, oh well, don't act, please. &lt;em&gt;I'd rather you don't symphatize me because it's fake. It's fake, alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum &lt;em&gt;nagged&lt;/em&gt; about how badly I've done for my chinese and combined humanities. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet she didn't sign it. For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt; we went to the Marina Barrage. Me and my relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, the wind wasn't that good. It kept on blowing my hair and I looked like a messy drunk girl in the AFTERNOON. No I wasn't drunk. &lt;em&gt;I DON'T DRINK like some bitch. c:&lt;/em&gt; HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Mel's house to rest and my migrane got worst. Headed home. Took a nap and it became a long, long nap. About 3 hours plus? Haha wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. OH. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized, FOR THE WIN (FTW) is the opposite of WHAT THE FISH (WTF). K. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, about the oil spill thingy happening in Singapore, OMFG. I hope it clears real soon. I mean, oil spill! :c It harms marine life! I bet grandma won't be cooking fish for a long time, then. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SHIT. I'll be missing grandma's cooking when I'm out of Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. I'll go pack some stuff into my luggage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW THERE IS CIP over at St. Joseph institute. OH MAMA. I'll be tired again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-960175202671990587?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/960175202671990587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-kill-me-you-always-know-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/960175202671990587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/960175202671990587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-kill-me-you-always-know-perfect.html' title='You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S__VAgcf5fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4fxFRXc4HS0/s72-c/corey_editorial_1_by_o__tebem__o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4935986838230006002</id><published>2010-05-23T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:41:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was young but I wasn't naive. I was helpless as you turned around to leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S_gJqLMEf9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/oAkoRQZGicc/s1600/prison_part_2_1_by_annarexic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474135967231410130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S_gJqLMEf9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/oAkoRQZGicc/s400/prison_part_2_1_by_annarexic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"And still I have the pain I have to carry, a past so deep, that even you could not bury if you tried."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, post-exam activities are meant to make us happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well of course my results didn't make me happy. :&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed Chinese. Practically the whole class failed except for two people who were really good in their language!&lt;br /&gt;Did badly for Geography and Social Studies as well.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for that. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The more I dwell on it, the more I feel like I'm the dumbest person.&lt;br /&gt;My ranking? &lt;em&gt;I bet it went reeeeeeeeeeally down down down down downn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I still remember when I was primary 5, my teacher called me a 'stupid idiot'. Well thanks yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the more people say such stuff, I feel that it's time for me to step up and not make such mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a higher note&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;leaving in a week's time for UK! I'm gonna miss hella lotsa extra lessons. THAT'S BAD&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a good/exciting stuff right now. Though I look forward to it really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There is CCA stuff to handle. Gosh, I can tear my head off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp here, camp there, decisions to be made on costume and whatever else thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wonder how I became a President. Now seriously, I wish I was a naughtier kid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Hey, I like that turquoise color above! :&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm kinda random now. Do you know what time is it? &lt;em&gt;1am right now&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, 1am. This post might be stated at the wrong timing k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lemme get back to complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether people see me in their eyes as someone that takes responsibilities well enough, or someone that doesn't know anything, is unsure of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Some people judge too quickly as well. I felt like strangling them. BUT, I got hold of myself from doing that. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Why, why must I plan on that something when we're not gonna be around? WHYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'll talk about how the week went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had growing years lessons, blahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Ecareers, too. Oh, that reminds me, I've not completed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Changi Base Naval excursion. I hated that day. I wasted my time touring around and not getting to eat something. I was at the right side of the naval base all along! The left side has a food court and mcdonald's and BENS&amp;amp;JERRYs, I think. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;people were squeezing their asses off towards the exit&lt;/strong&gt;. That part, I hated it the most.&lt;br /&gt;Some peeps can just touch you. Hands-off-me. (&lt;em&gt;inserts angry face here&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, before the excursion started, &lt;em&gt;our bus hit the barrier thingy&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, it was funny. I thought the bus driver cursed. We thought we're gonna have an accident, again, like the one in Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver was yelling some shit about the guys not warning him before he drive. I mean, ain't that driver suppose to be aware of it himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA, I'm allocated to a new section. Alright, I have nothing else ta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a BBQ among my family and relatives tomorrow for birthdays and father's day I think. Looking forward to it to distress myself.&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FFFFF am I even stress when the exams are over? Seriously, I think I'm not taking a chill pill, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah. Did I mention, whenever I watch the movie THE NOTEBOOK, I cannot not cry? I have to cry. I just have to because I can't hold my tears. I salute the director and scripwriter of this movie, though it's pretty old. I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I would fall asleep only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That everything would be like it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind - Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4935986838230006002?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4935986838230006002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-young-but-i-wasnt-naive-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4935986838230006002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4935986838230006002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-young-but-i-wasnt-naive-i-was.html' title='I was young but I wasn&apos;t naive. I was helpless as you turned around to leave.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S_gJqLMEf9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/oAkoRQZGicc/s72-c/prison_part_2_1_by_annarexic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-9128121764141521121</id><published>2010-05-17T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:33:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The walls we built together are tumbling, but I still stand here holding up the roof, cause it's easier than telling the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S_FP0shP8VI/AAAAAAAAAh0/OghQBWm__T0/s1600/so_cold_by_annarexic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472242788954272082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S_FP0shP8VI/AAAAAAAAAh0/OghQBWm__T0/s400/so_cold_by_annarexic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"It's the elephant in the room, and we pretend we don't see it. It's the avalanche that looms above our heads and we don't believe it."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing a really last minute blogging post. I'm suppose to be sleeping and getting ready for school tomorrow, but I guess I shall blog first. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Friday, 140510&lt;/span&gt; (thank God it's not 130510),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Mel for lunch at Ion Orchard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shopped around before going for our dental appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dude, Doctor Tng wasn't around, so Dr Huang took over. She was pretty rough. :c &lt;em&gt;I wanted to scream. MY TEETH! MY BRACES! Ouw&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel had an appointment, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we head down to Cineleisure for Frolick yoghurt and shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both bought some fun glasses. OK I might use it. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked around Ion again, and also get into Starbucks for a coffee break. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our dinner at City Link area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday and Sunday was boring for me&lt;/em&gt;. Like really boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mum and I went shopping. I bought The Beatles top! Actually it's a sleeveless. But it's cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel wasn't with us, but we bought her a Audrey Hepburn tie-and-died cut-off shirt. FINE, be that way. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was dying for a purple and black vans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mum rejected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MUM REJECTED IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;MUM REJECTED ITTTT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today, 170510&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a boring day. I was a homie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at freaking 11am! I think it's because I thought I had swollen eye. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I woke up and found out that I didn't! And instead I had a headache. Gahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was watching cycles and cycles of America's Next Top Model on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never get tired of ANTM. c: it's really really entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND MERISSA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's watching some... what thingy is that called. "Something" island. OK I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something related to her Minhwan-nie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK. There's school tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(cricket sounding*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to bring to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye. I'll spend half an hour packing my school bag and books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&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/3214453405893518768-9128121764141521121?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/9128121764141521121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/walls-we-built-together-are-tumbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/9128121764141521121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/9128121764141521121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/walls-we-built-together-are-tumbling.html' title='The walls we built together are tumbling, but I still stand here holding up the roof, cause it&apos;s easier than telling the truth.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S_FP0shP8VI/AAAAAAAAAh0/OghQBWm__T0/s72-c/so_cold_by_annarexic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5292063351443368514</id><published>2010-05-13T22:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:12:22.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My illusion, my mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S-wQRySk3EI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6AHDeBtWcLQ/s1600/_carefree__by_catarina_milla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470765545091816514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S-wQRySk3EI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6AHDeBtWcLQ/s400/_carefree__by_catarina_milla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes I pretend you never existed, but that just makes me feel more guilty. I just can't get that thought out of my soul."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Wednesday, I was a homie!&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home all day and tweeted. Alot. To kill time.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I NOTICED that I had movies to watch at home to kill time! :&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today, 130510.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 9am with my friggin alarm ringing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't sleep anymore then. So I got outta bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched a bit of America's Next Top Model before bathing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and meeting up with the girlies (Kim, Pris, Merissa, Emma, Kathleen, Jacqueline, Charlotte and Li Feng!) at City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;We ate, and Charlotte was telling us a story that have sent chills down my spine. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around Suntec City, and dispersed to either Clarke Quay or Ion Orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacqueline had her dental appointment. Aww. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So so, Kim, Pris, Merissa, Li Feng and I went to Ion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li feng so cute, her first time there! The bee gets busy finding her way through a new place ya? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim and I saw Topshop and immediately went crazy. Haha, Prissy, Merissa and Li Feng went to Kinokuniya bookstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kim and I started going around shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought a top each! Kim's from New Look. Mine's from Pull and Bear. Both have a similarity of STRIPES. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE LOVE A MOUSTACHÉ TEESHIRT&lt;/em&gt; but we didn't buy. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually wanted to buy a 'SUCKER!' teeshirt from New Look, but I know if I bring it back, my Mum would be giving me hella scolding. :c For buying offensive teeshirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlotte, Kathleen and Emma went home after their shopping. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim and I dropped by Coffee Bean for a break and Merissa, Prissy and Li Feng found us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up with Kim, Prissy and I still not heading back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were drinking coffee/oolong tea (kim!) and talking about our past. Especially in primary school. SO MUCH DRAMA ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to head back home, the train wasn't that crowded thank God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to grand's house for dinner! :&gt; It was goooood. &lt;em&gt;Whatever grandma cooks is the best!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I like watching tv with grandpa. Cause whatever I don't understand, he'll explain. HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's schedule: &lt;em&gt;dental appointment. :&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, meeting up with Mel, too! Yay. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe in the weekend I'll watch the movie The Notebook at homie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5292063351443368514?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5292063351443368514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-illusion-my-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5292063351443368514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5292063351443368514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-illusion-my-mistake.html' title='My illusion, my mistake.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S-wQRySk3EI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6AHDeBtWcLQ/s72-c/_carefree__by_catarina_milla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7144186660462072234</id><published>2010-05-11T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:57:43.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars? I can really use a wish right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S-jrvXbVGjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_HZUQEaB_h0/s1600/Untitled_421_by_ErosTurranos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469880946416491058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S-jrvXbVGjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_HZUQEaB_h0/s400/Untitled_421_by_ErosTurranos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"So here I stand and then again I say, I'm hoping we can make some wishes outta airplanes."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss blogging so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't blog for God knows when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the MYE. *cough cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so scared for the results. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, there are lots that I felt it was difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't change anything anymore. I wrote down all I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just feel like blaming myself for some stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW SHITTTTTTTTTYYYYYYY IS THAT YAAAA. :&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After each paper, some people will shout "HOORAY!" because they got the right answer! Well, I don't know how they know the RIGHT answer, but well, good for them. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for me and the others that feel the same way as I am = &lt;em&gt;at the state of loss&lt;/em&gt;. Do you know that our heart just,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just hurts when we feel that, "Oh, I'm hopeless. I didn't write that answer down. Guess it's wrong. Right. OK. I'm going to fail the paper. Yeah."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that feeling. I really hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the more I dwell on it, it'll harm my brain. Have been getting headaches every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we'll most probably get back our results next week! Well, we'll see. :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At a higher note,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;MYEs have finished!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still EOYs, next year and next year OHHHHHHH GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I can finally go shopping and eating. I have a list of things to buy ya knoww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updated my Tumblr! c: &lt;a href="http://goodmorningtostars.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://goodmorningtostars.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr-ed a lottttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently, there is a 7-11 that's gonna be near my house. I think just 2 blocks away? So weird! It's like right below a quiet block. So I don't have to go through the market way to get to the nearest 7-11! I'm quite happy about that. Hehhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, I'll take lotsa naps. I need to recover my headaches and tired eyes! :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the last paper - Listening Comprehension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERISSA IS STILL MINHWANNIE-ING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7144186660462072234?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7144186660462072234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-we-pretend-that-airplanes-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7144186660462072234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7144186660462072234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-we-pretend-that-airplanes-in-night.html' title='Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars? I can really use a wish right now.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S-jrvXbVGjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_HZUQEaB_h0/s72-c/Untitled_421_by_ErosTurranos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-9135791127295976927</id><published>2010-04-25T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:19:28.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, roll outta bed. I'm dreaming with a broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S9QYFlBhHPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fwog-Wmv8cE/s1600/shoot_by_LittleFlair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464018732024143090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S9QYFlBhHPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fwog-Wmv8cE/s400/shoot_by_LittleFlair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Freedom comes in the morning time. As the sun begins to shine on my face. And even in the dark, I'm not alone. You guide me by the hand, you won't let go.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I DIDN'T BLOG SINCE TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Naw, I don't feel guilty ae!&lt;br /&gt;So, school has been tough to catch up here and there, but I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to score.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like for some subjects, I'm in the middle of the sea. I need a boat/float/lifesaver! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, it was our 5 items day!&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle Run was alright. The others are crappy.&lt;br /&gt;My sit-ups are getting lesser each year. OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;Pull-ups, gahhh. I could've done more. I could, you know!&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broadjump wasn't that fabulous. :c&lt;br /&gt;Sit-and-reach? Bullshit marksssss.&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't stretch much. Blame it on my backbone and legs. My legs are longer than my hands! But it would be kinda weird to get longer hands than legs, too. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year the teachers have to push me (literally) to reach the mark to just pass my sit-and-reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really embarrassing okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, what else is there to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, homework loaddd.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda a lot. Maybe it's because MYEs are drawing so damn effing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN 5 DAYS TIME, DAMN IT, REGINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Earth day! 220410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waittt. Was it on Thursday of Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I think it was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, started off with Geography, and the atmosphere was cold, duuuuuuuude.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim got angry. :c&lt;br /&gt;Next was Chinese. Was it a listening compre practice? Ok for that, I was about to sleep like uhhhhh. My eyes were closin'.&lt;br /&gt;E-math was fineee.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was... oh I don't knowwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;A-math was shitty. :c Kinda boring. But I kinda understood.&lt;br /&gt;Eeew, I hate inequalities. It's haunting me all the time because I can't do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly talk was awesome. It talks about how the meat we eat, it's like &lt;em&gt;mental stress toxins from the animals.&lt;/em&gt; And the guy just HAD to show us a video of a surgery. Where they tried to remove fats from/around the arteries. I was grossed out. Samantha even turned behind me and gave me that, "Omg, did you see that? I want to puke" silent face.&lt;br /&gt;Next talk was on our English oral briefing!&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I don't really know how my invigilator would talk to me, but I hope she is kind enough to not give me a sulky face just because she's tired. Cause my index number is kinda at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GET BACK EARLY TO STUDY, TOO, TEACHERRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Friday, 230410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;Had exam briefing, I don't know why they keep doing it every year to remind us.&lt;br /&gt;For those that can remember, we are so bored to keep hearing it over and over again! :c&lt;br /&gt;English was gahhh. Vocabulary time. Not that bad anyway! c:&lt;br /&gt;Geography, went through mapwork. Yuck, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Recess! It was 50% empty. YAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Physics, a relief teacher came in. I was whispering a lot to Jade already. HAHA, you know what I mean. COMMENTS, COMMENTS, COMMENTS. HAHHAHHAHAslutHHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE was fine! We watched the remaining parts of Coach Carter movie. HEYYY! We didn't see some parts as there was nooo moreee timeee. :c The show was gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-math, gahhhh. Practice paper. Had to doooo.&lt;br /&gt;YAY SCHOOL'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't for our 2.4km run in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Farhana, Merissa, Pris and I had to run the first batch k! &lt;em&gt;Just because we had to leave early for the SRJC thanggg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I hope I passed! :c&lt;br /&gt;Farhana and I rushed back. She left her shoe bag at Bedok Reservoir. THANK GOD THERE WAS KARINA TO THE RESCUEEE! c: Hee.&lt;br /&gt;The SRJC performance didn't really had a link to each other, but it was still alright.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, chat with Merissa and Pris before going homeeee!&lt;br /&gt;The school's pretty dark ae! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just a studying + homework day. Went to Giant and Ikea for marketing and dinner. Saw Toni, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today, had tuition in the morninggggg.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrowwww again. BACK TO A NEW WEEEEEEK. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-9135791127295976927?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/9135791127295976927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-roll-outta-bed-im-dreaming-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/9135791127295976927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/9135791127295976927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-roll-outta-bed-im-dreaming-with.html' title='Wake up, roll outta bed. I&apos;m dreaming with a broken heart.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S9QYFlBhHPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fwog-Wmv8cE/s72-c/shoot_by_LittleFlair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5480743464591759275</id><published>2010-04-19T19:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:19:01.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still see your reflection inside of my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8w7ucBB0oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ljBKNqMy9MA/s1600/sea_fan_by_motato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461806117074096770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8w7ucBB0oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ljBKNqMy9MA/s400/sea_fan_by_motato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts. I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't blog since Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week sucked&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like Friday either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have to mention this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think &lt;em&gt;I'm non-existent to certain people&lt;/em&gt;. I'm only visible when you need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here you take all the credits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna lose a friend like you, &lt;em&gt;so fun and funny to be with&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you'll realize something that you do that affects others all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'm planning to speak to someone else soon. To tell that person. I need to give up on something somehow. For certain reasons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday's CCA felt weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Saturday, 170410&lt;/span&gt;, guitar competition day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. We didn't win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, &lt;em&gt;I'm not gonna be discouraged by that, even though I had to cry out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud of what we've played already. All the efforts were put in, we just need to be more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calm and not stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not make us drop our standards! I believe Farhana and Rene will feel the same. So will the other members inside Guitar Ensemble. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night, we were nearly stuck outside the props room. We had the wrong key! :c But Janice and Jia Ying tried their best to use some gate door to open it and barge in. Dude it was cool. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we all came home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had sushi for supper with Mummy and Daddy at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the make up made me have pimples. DAMN IT. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sunday, 180410&lt;/span&gt;, I woke up with sleepy eyes. God I slept at 2 plus! I was actually sleeping on my table from 12 plus till 2 plus. I slept nicely. Mum woke me up. GAHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I survived tuition! I bet Marcus was seeing my sleepy eyes and knew that I couldn't take in some knowledge, but I did take in some knowledge. I learnt something la k! Your effort's not wasted. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I actually studied for E-math. Yeah. With distraction from food. WHOOPSIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today, 190410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND THERE ISN'T ANY E-MATH TEST TODAY. (urgh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH GOD I WOKE UP SUPER LATE TODAY. 6.30am. When I'm suppose to be in school by 7pm. I rushed like a mad cow at home. And nearly had indigestion with my Nutella bread! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came to school with kinda messily tied up hair. Gahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wasn't morning run. YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PC period was noisyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese was boring. :c But we were talking about students putting on make up to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies was weird. I really thought I was gonna fail terribly in my SBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how I'd passed. I'M SUPPOSE TO FAIL! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO FAIL ME, MS YU! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I kinda wrote crapshitass. Kinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because my paper didn't really have comments while my classmates had lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I plan to see her on Wednesday to ask. I mean, I bet I have mistakes, dude, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I don't want a fail mark, but I just don't get where I don't know my mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was super noisy k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess whattt. My English oral teacher is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shucks. I forgot her name. But it's a letter C. Haha, Jade's kinda upset cause she didn't get Mr Said. Ooooh. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess! &lt;em&gt;Stupid japanese curry stained a drop on my skirt. THANKS MAN.&lt;/em&gt; :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was rather alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow there's gonna be a chap. 4 &amp;amp; 5 test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math, yeah, we didn't have a test. And Mr Chong won't even tell us when in this week are we gonna have the test. He just said, "THIS WEEK.." and that's all. FINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm kinda predicted it's gonna be tomorrow aee. :c That's so threatening cause he's trying to make us study everyday so as to be prepared for the unknown day test. TSK. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math was alright, too. GOSH I was so sleepy due to the weather. It was cold, but nice. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yearned for my blanket then. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed back for a while till the rain subside. Went off with Carol and Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire and I couldn't stop getting fascinated about the facts application on Carol's iPhone. HAHAHAAHHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snails can sleep for 3 years. That's what I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home, Mummy and Daddy was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sissy came home with her new laptop and belated birthday gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, she really has hopes ae. In an engineering school, there are mostly boys. So she's one outstanding girl. So likely all the boys would give her gifts. SHE'S SO SPECIALLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not jealous. I'm just annoyed about how she gets so "omg, omg!" about all her "PWETTY" prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after dinner, had a chat on the phone with Mr Choo regarding CCA. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow there will be extra Geography lesson. And Physics, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT. I have to bring extra books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I don't think I wanna update until MYEs are over. Dude I'm trying to study even more. Oh well. See you readers. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5480743464591759275?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5480743464591759275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-still-see-your-reflection-inside-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5480743464591759275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5480743464591759275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-still-see-your-reflection-inside-of.html' title='I still see your reflection inside of my eyes.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8w7ucBB0oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ljBKNqMy9MA/s72-c/sea_fan_by_motato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5352805885087163332</id><published>2010-04-14T16:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:31:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far away from where you are, and these miles have torn us worlds apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8V9-PR9Y2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/bIPMEo1c5Jw/s1600/you__ve_passed_by_motato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459908631463813986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8V9-PR9Y2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/bIPMEo1c5Jw/s400/you__ve_passed_by_motato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I miss how the sunshine would light up your face. I miss all the little things. I never thought that they could mean everything to me, yeah I miss you.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't update since Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The week went past pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very bad state now. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;the only happy thing is that, I can run again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg has healed. Yeah of course I'm happy! Though the wound is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;I felt good running. Put all my anger into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Monday, 120410&lt;/span&gt;, was pretty hectic. Had HHP in the morn'.&lt;br /&gt;CCA nearly made me break down. Of course I didn't expose the tears in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tuesday, 130410&lt;/span&gt;, we had extra HHP, too. Next was PE.&lt;br /&gt;My group and Germaine's group had a fun time versus-ing each other. Cause it was so fun, it was like the battle of the losers. c: Yeah both our groups had the lowest score, but so what! We had fun screaming and passing the frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think my PE grade didn't really improve. FINE, be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was fine. E-math, it was really effin noisy. A-math, I passed my test. YAY. But, I could've done much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris and I laughed our asses off on our way outta school. Because of __________. Pris, if you are reading this, you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today, 140410&lt;/span&gt;, the day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Physics.&lt;br /&gt;It was really noisy in class. :c&lt;br /&gt;Soon we had a class test. Migrane striked me. Most prob because of the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies was worst.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I told myself before the test that I'm a goner for this SBQ graded assignment. And indeed I was. Struggled so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried at the start of Chinese lesson. :c I can't stop dwelling on how badly I'll fail. I kept on telling myself to not cry. What's done was done, but I went so hard, &lt;em&gt;I hated myself for 20 minutes. Then I figured out I shouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GONNA BE MY FIRST TIME FAILING SOCIAL STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to have a consistent mark, or even more improvement for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how affected I can be with such a big thing.&lt;/em&gt; For some, it might be a small problem because they don't give a effin' shit about the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot give up that easily yettt! I wanna allow myself to learn mistakes. I don't wanna go so hard on myself but sometimes I really do blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let my teachers down. They have a life to worry about, too. If we students give them more pressure, like us having low grade marks, they'll start being angry, cranky, upset, worried etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Recess, couldn't eat much as the queue was so long.&lt;br /&gt;A-math, Mrs Cheong was going so fast.&lt;br /&gt;English was noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems as though 3/4 is really restless today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch. Peer-tutored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, and I'm like &lt;em&gt;blasting Lifehouse's music&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need to release my anger. :c Then I'll do my English homework. Which is like, a whole pile lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be English tutorials tomorrow, and also extra CCA practice till evening.&lt;br /&gt;This coming Friday, there's an English graded assignment.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, there will be an E-math test.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, there will be a Chemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, there will be an A-math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what will be on for next Thursday and Friday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Most probably I will start fainting again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna die so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything to go back where it was. Normal and perfect.I know I can't expect the best. It's really complicated now, for school.&lt;br /&gt;Having to take things really seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss Sec 1 and 2 life.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; But I don't wish to drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty inspired by one of the student companion's quote (though I dislike the whole book).&lt;br /&gt;It says:&lt;em&gt; Remember, it is not the burdens of life that weighs us down, it is how we handle them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5352805885087163332?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5352805885087163332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-away-from-where-you-are-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5352805885087163332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5352805885087163332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-far-away-from-where-you-are-and.html' title='So far away from where you are, and these miles have torn us worlds apart.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8V9-PR9Y2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/bIPMEo1c5Jw/s72-c/you__ve_passed_by_motato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2918400362784597356</id><published>2010-04-10T15:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:28:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People hold onto something because they fear it'll never come back to them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8AvtSGitfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3xKXRcNqOWw/s1600/Untitled_478_by_ErosTurranos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458415203372938738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8AvtSGitfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3xKXRcNqOWw/s400/Untitled_478_by_ErosTurranos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("If only the wind can bring me to where you are.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be completing some A-math questions. But they were total pissing me off, so I decided to take a break! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thursday, 080410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our UK trip briefing in the morning. Yay, the itinerary's done. Kim, Jade and I had hardcore decisions on which of us to bring what stuff. OMG HAHAHAAH. Sadly Farhana wasn't around for the briefing ae! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, so the first lesson was Geography. Remember, Ms Lim doesn't like any late comers. She'll get you outta the class.&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAA, Jade barged in as she wanted to put her bag down but she was chased out.&lt;br /&gt;So Kim and I were like slowly walkin in. And we had to give our names. Urgh, weird.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she didn't call me in class anyway. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Chinese. Kinda boring. Eh, we have two teachers who are students of Mdm Heng! HHAHAHAHHAAH, we were laughing like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-math was still fine. Was just waiting for recess to come.&lt;br /&gt;And finally it did. Recess. As crowded as God know how crowded it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-math, we had our test. Uhm, it's 50 50. I hope to pass, please! I know I'll screw up the last question cause I cancelled my long division, when it was actually correct. So WASTED! :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom, wait, what did we do? Was it the MARSHMALLOW TEST VIDEO?! OK nevermind, I'll talk bout the marshmallow vid. It's like a test for little kids (they are so effing cute). This guy wanted to test kids on their &lt;em&gt;TEMPTATION&lt;/em&gt;. So they told the kids to wait for their second marshmallow or eat it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Some were impatient, so they just gobbled it/nibble it/play with it like dough. EEEW.&lt;br /&gt;Some were patient enough, and they were really cute! They even had chocolate fudge topping before waiting for their second marshamallow to look more appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so cute. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Friday, 090410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so.&lt;br /&gt;There was PC period in the morning. Forgotten what we did.&lt;br /&gt;English was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography, Ms Lim didn't come. Do you know what I'm thinking? OK good.&lt;br /&gt;SO Mrs Diong relief us, and we had class work ta doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, rather empty ae! c:&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: FRIDAY RECESS! QUITE EMPTY!&lt;br /&gt;K. There was song dedications, too, since it was Internation Friendship Day.&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated a songgg by SHINee, it's REPLAY. Weird of me, right? I wanted to write down 'If We Ever Meet Again - Timberland feat. Katy Perry', but urgh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was next.&lt;br /&gt;Li Feng must cool down, k? :c&lt;br /&gt;So we went through notes, and we had a graded assignment take home work ta doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE was actually quite funny. OK, it IS extremely funny. We talked about Singaporeans, whether or not they were gracious or ungracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-math was fineee. There's another test coming up. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch before CCA starteddd.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty boring. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to town to have dinner with Mum and sissy.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Sakae sushi. Some table near us had 5 peeps talking so freaking loud. It's not like the whole restaurant is YOURS! :&lt; Oh god Mum had to splurge on me over a pair of jeans in New Look! That's because there was a deal between me and her, k! ;c Had an eye mask before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO TODAY&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late with a bad flu. :c&lt;br /&gt;Had prata for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Off to study now. Need to complete LOTSA homework over the weekend or I'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not blog so often k! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2918400362784597356?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2918400362784597356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-hold-onto-something-because-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2918400362784597356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2918400362784597356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-hold-onto-something-because-they.html' title='People hold onto something because they fear it&apos;ll never come back to them.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8AvtSGitfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3xKXRcNqOWw/s72-c/Untitled_478_by_ErosTurranos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-24355775407650798</id><published>2010-04-07T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:14:30.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see in it the way you do, when no one else could ever get through.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S7w27fldxOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/r9WAblp29iI/s1600/I_hold_your_life_in_my_hands__by_Monika_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457297244185019618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S7w27fldxOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/r9WAblp29iI/s400/I_hold_your_life_in_my_hands__by_Monika_B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("You are my sun, the one that gives me hope, the source of my warmth, love and assurance.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, let's see what I gotta type since I have to go off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Monday, 050410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any HHP, thankfully. So we had some "Easter" thingy going on. Watched a short clip of Happy Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and SS was quite boring. :c I was about to sleep. Sorry, didn't meant to offend any teachers!&lt;br /&gt;English was boring, too.&lt;br /&gt;OK I now know why it's so boring. &lt;em&gt;It must have been because recess was 11.15am&lt;/em&gt;, that's why I was restless. Urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was fine. E-math was irritating-ly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CCA after that. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO MONDAY WAS OFFICIALLY BORING, WHICH OF COURSE SUCKS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, 060410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had morning run.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;foodleshitz I fell&lt;/em&gt;. What was I even thinking about while jogging at the school track field? Hand got scratched, legs got hurt. :c Thank God I didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;So Carol followed me to the general office. Great, they ran outta that 'wrapping around' thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Plaster's the last choice. I had to protect my woundddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that I didn't wanna not take PE! I fell. &lt;em&gt;And now my PE grade is like shitty&lt;/em&gt;. SHITTY, I say. :&lt;&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; might be scoring higher than me. &lt;em&gt;You know what? I don't really give a shit. So stop trying to compete with me.&lt;/em&gt; It's not like I care about your grade getting higher than me or not. Uhh, total pissin' off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-math was kinda OK.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after lunch with Samantha, Germaine, Dinah and Claire to practice on our upcoming test. OMFG we laughed so much in the library. "SOCKSUEEE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to grand's house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bathed with pain on the leg. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, 070410.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I wrote on all my worksheets, the date as '060410'. Shitass!&lt;br /&gt;K so.&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with Physics. We had to draw our dream house. It's related to Radiation anyway. Oh, I want my dream house to be like the one in Valentine's Day, the gay guy, yeah, his house near the sea, yeah I want that. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was fine.&lt;br /&gt;So was Chinese. But I was so tired and restless and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;OH FINALLY IT'S RECESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Next was A-math. Kinda alright.&lt;br /&gt;English was boring. Oh we finally wrote a formal letter. I wrote to complain about our recess timings. OMG I hope it'll change so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch, went home feverishly.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home, and I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I can't afford to sleep/rest. There's A-math test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I rest? :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Being without you is like a coffee without sugar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-24355775407650798?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/24355775407650798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-see-in-it-way-you-do-when-no-one-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/24355775407650798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/24355775407650798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-see-in-it-way-you-do-when-no-one-else.html' title='I see in it the way you do, when no one else could ever get through.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S7w27fldxOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/r9WAblp29iI/s72-c/I_hold_your_life_in_my_hands__by_Monika_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-189091814740126858</id><published>2010-04-04T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:21:30.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling a thousand feets per second, you still take me by surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8xKmxso4WI/AAAAAAAAAhU/i0B98QvNeBs/s1600/we_are_not_what_we_see_by_o__tebem__o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461822478129619298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8xKmxso4WI/AAAAAAAAAhU/i0B98QvNeBs/s400/we_are_not_what_we_see_by_o__tebem__o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;("You, by the light, is the greatest find. In a world full of wrong, you're the thing that's right.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I didn't blog since Wednesday. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week went alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just knew I woke up late on Wednesday morning. That sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still getting sick about our recess timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Good Friday took place on Fridaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an E-math test, too. I freaking studied chapter 2.4 and the whole of chapter 3! Yes I admit I totally suck at linear equations. I suck at it like how a cow can't jump over the moon. Omg I'm gonna flung it again! Why? I swear Mr Chong will one day murder me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was boring. I don't really have lotsa stuff to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MYEs are approaching, like really fast. In less than a month it's English paper already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I need to get a capo real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't play certain songs on the guitar without a capo! Need to save save money-ae. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many stuff to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna buy many stuff, due dates for birthday gifts (like really long ago), watching movies (I can write a list of it), learn more songs on the guitar etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life's so packed I don't understand why I can't find a day to relax somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My nap time is cutting down already!&lt;/em&gt; (Look at eyes)* my beauty sleep. Mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter dinner tonight. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&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/3214453405893518768-189091814740126858?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/189091814740126858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-thousand-feets-per-second-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/189091814740126858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/189091814740126858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-thousand-feets-per-second-you.html' title='Falling a thousand feets per second, you still take me by surprise.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S8xKmxso4WI/AAAAAAAAAhU/i0B98QvNeBs/s72-c/we_are_not_what_we_see_by_o__tebem__o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-6094970287370111715</id><published>2010-03-30T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:06:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it wasn't for you, I would never be who I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S7G4h386sqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y6JCpA5_KaY/s1600/Summer_Sun_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454343515817030306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S7G4h386sqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y6JCpA5_KaY/s400/Summer_Sun_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"To the ones who cared, and who were there from the start, to the love that left, and took a piece of my heart, to the few who sweared, 'I'd never go anywhere.', where are you now?"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday was a horrible day. 290310, yeah? Horrible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had morning run. Which was kinda rushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese, had the open book test. I had no time to search for the last two answers. How shitty is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was SS. As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was kinda OK. Noisy. And then Mr Tan had to just announce that he MIGHT leave during June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THIS SHITTY STUFF GOING ON WITH OUR CHANGE OF TEACHERS?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us? Screw school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we wear our class teeshirt, we may feel quite lost without you guys. :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was alright. OK OK, self-reminder: MONDAY'S RECESS IS QUITE ALRIGHT. IT'S NOT CROWDED. THANK GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math was boringgg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone pissed me off. SOMEONE HAD TO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch, CCA started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh screw ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt defeated because of you. But do know, I won't let you do that. Neither will I let you do that to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, feeling really angry and exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, 300310.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had extra morning runs from now on! Mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First period was PE! After running, we still had PE. How awesome. Thank God we didn't run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was kinda boring. I could sleep, even though a game on the computer was going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was freaking crowded again. Hate it. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry, I nearly slept. :c This is sad, sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly Mr Chong just HAD to come in and sit right at the back (at Kathleen's desk). And "join us" for Chem lessons. INTRUDDEERRRR. HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was E-math, obviously. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg after doing certain questions we started laughing like crapshitass. Uhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math was last. Boringgg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I was pissed when school ended. What the hell. &gt;:c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with Merissa, Priscilla and Li Feng. Then went homey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go over to grand's house for dinner tonight again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the food cheer me up. PLEASEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-6094970287370111715?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/6094970287370111715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-it-wasnt-for-you-i-would-never-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6094970287370111715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6094970287370111715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-it-wasnt-for-you-i-would-never-be.html' title='If it wasn&apos;t for you, I would never be who I am.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S7G4h386sqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y6JCpA5_KaY/s72-c/Summer_Sun_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1825121920615443833</id><published>2010-03-28T21:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:24:52.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna know, down every road you've been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S69fWUu4xsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6EsZczNVwYk/s1600/and_time_stood_still_by_Monika_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453682510896088770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S69fWUu4xsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6EsZczNVwYk/s400/and_time_stood_still_by_Monika_B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("I'm not afraid to cry out every once in a while, even though going on with you gone still upsets me. There are days every now and again I pretend I'm OK, but that's not what gets me.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the late blogging again. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm suppose to finish up on Geography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merissa told me to update it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I will try my best to finish this post in less than 15 minutes. Starting now.&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;div&gt;OK, the week went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I AM REALLY ANGRY AND UPSET ABOUT ONE THING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RECESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My favourite time when I can rest, and nom nom munch munch yummy zummy on food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf. And the canteen had to be that crowded? Are they asking us to go on diets or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need food to get energy for the rest of the day! Why is the schedule like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Mr Chong walked to the canteen, and then walked out. Walked to the cafe, and walked back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Pris and I laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said, "Ahh I cut the queue la."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EHHH. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If teachers can cut the queue, why can't we, too? Aiyoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to now jot down the days when I don't need to get angry over recess. Mum suggest me to pack salad. Uhh, by that time, the salad dressing won't be nice anymore. ;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And OH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change of teachers. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Saleha's moving on to be a Sec 5 form teacher! Uhurhurhur! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mrs Diong is taking over her as our form teacher. Then is she gonna teach us Social Studies as well? O: Oh nevermind. No likings for particular teachers. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But but, there's still Ms Saleha's note pinned on the noticeboard in front of our class. Oh wellz, she's still a nice Physics teacher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh, some things have been chaotic. Shall not name it. The week has been shitty for me anyway. &lt;em&gt;Wish there was some pool that I can jump in and when I come outta it, I can be instantly happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on Saturday, 270310, we Sec 3s helped out in spreading the word of Earth Hour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I supported that. Sorry that I'm using the laptop now and turning on the lights and air-con. BUT, it's above 25 degrees. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I will switch it off before I sleep. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, so we went door-to-door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I'll never wanna be a sales-promoter. NEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are simply pissing you off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eg. "Hi, I'm from _____ and I'm here to-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before I could say anything else, THAT LADY just said, "No! Don't want, don't want!" and gave me a black face. FINE, alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then another scary person who has cardboards on the gate, covering the face to stomach and knee to feet. So we completely can't see anything. It was dark inside. :( So after we told them about Earth hour and it's happenings, that person slowly closed the door. Omfg, it was creepy OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we ate Fruity Pebbles. And had a little class so called 'picnic' at the voiddeck near the small shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then yay everything ended at evening, hanged around with Chai Na and her ex-classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went homeee. Super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'YOUTH AGAINST CLIMATE CHANGE' tee is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol!! It's not a polar bear! It's &lt;em&gt;a cute yeti monster on ice&lt;/em&gt;! Heh. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I gotta go. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1825121920615443833?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1825121920615443833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-know-down-every-road-youve-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1825121920615443833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1825121920615443833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-know-down-every-road-youve-been.html' title='I wanna know, down every road you&apos;ve been.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S69fWUu4xsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6EsZczNVwYk/s72-c/and_time_stood_still_by_Monika_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8353593584583074135</id><published>2010-03-23T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:44:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love who you love, with all that you have, and don't waste the time that flies so fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S6h1jaHyMMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MC8fFhrnZLk/s1600-h/________by_kaktusito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451736600099827906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S6h1jaHyMMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MC8fFhrnZLk/s400/________by_kaktusito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Give all you got like it's your last day, your heart and your soul before it's too late. And pull them in.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning run, firstly, Sam and I were running together. HEHH we found a pumpkin near the kennel. SMELLY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE FISH! :c Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ran back with Germaine. c: We walked back with accent! Then we were tired. Booz. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Chinese was first. I wanted to sleeeeep. Then I had to read. Mdm Heng made me re-read at least 3 to 4 times for a paragraph to try again and again, hoping that I will remember that words that I didn't know. It was killer. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was SS. Same o' stuff. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, we went through our compre. I had shitty marks that made me upset. But thank you, Mr Tan, for passing me on the dot. I've been constantly failing this year for English. Something's wrong with me. I really don't fail that badly last year and all!! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LATE RECESS. REALLY ANNOYING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was Chemistry. Kinda OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day ended off with us doing revision for E-math. GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the afternoon, I fell down before having Chinese Oral. MAN, IT SUCKED! I kept stuttering and stuttering and stuttering! Then moving on to the conversation, I cried because of the topic. :c the chinese teacher even had to spare me tissue. Well she reassured that I did 'OK'. Yeah, I hope so. ;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO! I went for CCA next. People thought something happened to me. :c Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Today, 230310.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to school with a... bad hair day, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our UK trip briefing. OMG, KIM, FARHANA AND I had the "toughest" decision to decide. Lotsa laughter, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN WE HAD TO GO FOR PE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim and I were like, hurry hurry, rushh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did some hand exercises and leg lunches. F it. It was painful and aching after that for all of us. Eeekyz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOON IT STARTED RAINING!! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We zoomed inside the canteen, then we STILL had to carry on with exercises! In preparation for our 5 items in 2 bloody weeks time. Foodleshitz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouw, if only there were floormats on the floor, I would have done better with my sit-ups and leg exercise! :c Really! In primary school, the item that I scored well among my 5 items was my sit-ups. &lt;em&gt;SIT-AND-REACH, nahh. I've always failed it. Legs, TOO LONG. :c Or you can say, short hands!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was... fine? Haha, Jacqueline's sequence was freaking funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UHH, recess was so packed. I hate Tuesdays. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was Chemistryy, then E-math which was kinda confusing. Started on a new chapter. "TURNING POINT" is fun to get, "interception" is fine but it sucks. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math was boringg. Then Miss Martens came in to reward value-added peepoz and the top 3 peepoz in our class for Term 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I'm not one. I've been deproving for certain subjects. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MUST DO BETTER FOR MID-YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I want limelight/be famous for that/show it off. It's ugly, OK. Those underline marks. They are disgusting. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I'd better go do my homework. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8353593584583074135?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8353593584583074135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-who-you-love-with-all-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8353593584583074135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8353593584583074135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-who-you-love-with-all-that-you.html' title='Love who you love, with all that you have, and don&apos;t waste the time that flies so fast.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S6h1jaHyMMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MC8fFhrnZLk/s72-c/________by_kaktusito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8116977831284452522</id><published>2010-03-21T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:37:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm walking down this road alone, and figured out that all I'm thinking about is you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S6XIeuKh5JI/AAAAAAAAAgE/k5SadU9FlC4/s1600-h/Hideaway_by_mijnnaamis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450983354115679378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S6XIeuKh5JI/AAAAAAAAAgE/k5SadU9FlC4/s400/Hideaway_by_mijnnaamis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("You left a mark. And I wear it proudly on my chest above my heart. To remind me that I feel the best when I'm with you. And everything is effortless.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;100% sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry for neglecting you, Blogger! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did Tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't blog. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I've not blogged for long, I've forgotten what have passed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been surviving. Through school of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each subject's getting tougher, so I must buck up A WHOLE LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of Term 1, I wasn't really happy, though. :c I mean, the day ended off with us getting back our report card for Term 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how terribly I did? I had 5 underlines. I don't know why I had an extra underline among the five, where everybody had it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I admit that I did badly for my English, E-math, A-math I guess. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to see underlines. It's my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I CAN'T FALL DOWN SO EASILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's because I'm not letting myself to learn from my mistakes enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take certain stuff for granted. I'm too playful. :c &lt;strong&gt;God, forgive me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been getting dreams recently. Dreams that I know, but &lt;em&gt;when I wake up, they're gone.&lt;/em&gt; :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The March holiday have been busy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did enjoy company with my CCA (we had lotsa fun with whipped cream and trying to make some smores), with my classmates, with Mel, and of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOST A LOT OF SLEEP. &lt;/3&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh heartache. My sleep!!! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's gonna reopen tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brand new Term, Regine. Self-reminder: DON'T GO TOO HARD ON YOURSELF, LET YOURSELF LEARN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mr Albert Tan has given quite alot of inspirations that I've taken in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I SUDDENLY THOUGHT ABOUT FOOD. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about food, yesterday Mamuh' and I were home alone. So we decided to make chicken salad with course ground pepper and salad dressing (not Thousand Island. Cause I don't really like that. It's some Japanese/Korean sauce dressing which taste yummy)! I love that. It's like, salad for lunch. I'm not going on a diet! I just like it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nom nom munch munch yummy zummy! c: FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I promise to update if I have time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8116977831284452522?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8116977831284452522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-im-walking-down-this-road-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8116977831284452522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8116977831284452522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-im-walking-down-this-road-alone.html' title='Cause I&apos;m walking down this road alone, and figured out that all I&apos;m thinking about is you.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S6XIeuKh5JI/AAAAAAAAAgE/k5SadU9FlC4/s72-c/Hideaway_by_mijnnaamis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3744718824054370448</id><published>2010-03-05T18:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:13:38.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People may come and go. Treasure them. Treasure the time with them. Treasure the memories with them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S5DivZeLStI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MY8UwH9qHM4/s1600-h/rest_in_peace_by_burntsock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445101253410114258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S5DivZeLStI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MY8UwH9qHM4/s400/rest_in_peace_by_burntsock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for a while, leave footprints in our hearts, and we are never ever the same.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WASN'T FEELING WELL TODAY AT ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up, finding out that I had a major bad runny nose and a terrible sore throat. The sore throat was actually worse. Therefore I had to take medicine. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came to school, oh so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the AVT for a meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math soon started. Started on a new chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbearable sore throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was fine. Omg, I had a bad migrane! So I rest. And woke up with teary eyes and a bad flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE LA, why did I had to be sick. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess, since Miss Anne wasn't here and the relief teacher was not present for VE, we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO FREAKING HOURS OF SOCIAL STUDIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, my mind wanted to bomb.&lt;br /&gt;The first two periods, I was about to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had an assignment to do. Mr Lim relief us. Was he PMS-ing or something? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fineeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up for CCA. The Sec 4s were not around. :c Sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planned out some stuff. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon we had sectionals. Slacked a bit. :/ still practiced, OK. Finally got part of the Amigo song correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sore throat and flu was really terrible. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon we packed up and went offffff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm back, and I feel like shit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mummy doesn't feel right. I'm so damn worried for her. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, my &lt;em&gt;flu has worsened and my sore throat is painful&lt;/em&gt;! I hope I recover soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&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/3214453405893518768-3744718824054370448?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3744718824054370448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-may-come-and-go-treasure-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3744718824054370448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3744718824054370448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-may-come-and-go-treasure-them.html' title='People may come and go. Treasure them. Treasure the time with them. Treasure the memories with them.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S5DivZeLStI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MY8UwH9qHM4/s72-c/rest_in_peace_by_burntsock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3182617425939361499</id><published>2010-03-04T16:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:12:59.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought i'd be stronger on my own, but then you came along, and I've changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S49szH7cKQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/D1sf98DWDJM/s1600-h/i_hate_you_now_by_burntsock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444690100071704834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S49szH7cKQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/D1sf98DWDJM/s400/i_hate_you_now_by_burntsock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("A beautiful story, left incomplete.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am so sorry I've not bee updating. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy with Add-math, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, here are my RESULTSSSS from the common testtt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; - OK there WAS a graded assignment that we did. I wanted to scream! I think it was my first time failing a COMPOSITION. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Studies&lt;/em&gt; - have yet to be taken back. Well, tomorrow we'll know the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; - Yeah I passed. Just by a few marks. Thank God for section b and c. My section a I failed terribly. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geography&lt;/em&gt; - I passed! Thankfully. c: Still I could've done a little better. Oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics&lt;/em&gt; - Passed. But, :c I'm so sad with my marks. Could've done better, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry&lt;/em&gt; - YAY! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E-math&lt;/em&gt; - as usual. :c FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A-math&lt;/em&gt; - Unbelievably passed. :/ JUST ON THE DOT. SO IT AIN'T GOOD! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The week wasn't really awesome for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday's&lt;/em&gt; CCA involved certain sectionalssss and interviewing (which is f-scary). I've forgotten how the day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt; - my sick day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the sickbay after E-math lesson. Wanted to puke but I couldn't. It's just the urge!&lt;br /&gt;So I rested at the sickbay, and the girl (next to me) which had a bad migrane, cried. :c Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, I would've cried out my pain if it was really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I had abdominal pains during that time. :c Upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel picked me up and we went to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I HATED THE MEDICINE I WAS GIVEN. :c The &lt;em&gt;capsule form!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a kid, OK. I hate gulping down such,&lt;br /&gt;such,&lt;br /&gt;such irritating pills. I have the fear, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the people that cared for me. Appreciate it a lot. c:&lt;br /&gt;So that afternoon, I missed Chemistry and 'A-math after school tutorials'. :c UPSETTING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;, awesomely packed day.&lt;br /&gt;First was A-math. I was so blur. :c I mean, hey! Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder whether Mrs Cheong can see me. Or am I just blocked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously! AM I not heard?&lt;br /&gt;I have so little global dollars to collect. Just like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVERMIND&lt;/strong&gt;. I shall be humble enough. I don't wanna be some crazy monkey that shouts out the answer and is so eager to just GET THE DAMN GLOBAL DOLLAR! OO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physicsss. Started on Speed-time graphs! Rather interesting. AREA.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE GOT BACK OUR TEST PAPERS. Well yeah I did really badly as seen from the above reactions. :c&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my medicine to school to eat! :c&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, gosh I wanted to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;Well people made me laugh, too. ESPECIALLY THE PEOPLE AROUND ME!&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back for peer-tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;A new tutee. At least, much more spoken as compared to the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;HHAHA, KIM AND JACQ! Remember, "&lt;em&gt;SHUBAKA THE SECOND&lt;/em&gt;". OMGGGGGGG I can die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Wednesday afternoon till night I struggled with a-math homework! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Today, 040310.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, OK, Ms Saleha was nowhere to be found. O:&lt;br /&gt;SO we just had to do the worksheeeeeeet given. YAY DONE, then Jade played hangman with me. I COULD DIE. TSK. SO DID SHE, SO IT WAS EQUAL.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, the class started getting a little noisy-ae.&lt;br /&gt;The relief teacher had to make some people go back to their seats. He was 'D:&lt;'. Kinda pissed, I guess? English, watched the last few parts of Pursuit of Happyness. STILL, WE COULDN'T FINISH IT! :c A-math, still, I think my voice ain't loud enoughhhh when I wanna tell the answer, like when Mrs Cheong ask us while she's facing her back at us, so SHE CAN'T SEE US. SOOO. My number of global dollars have not changed. Gahhh. :c God please help me. Geography, finished up with our notes. I was drawing a few cute monsters on my notebook. I meant my nerd notebook, not my geog notebook. HAHA! Perlina thinks Miss Lim is a weight-lifter. HAHAHAHHAH, OMGOMG. Then I look at her. Hey, actually it's quite true. :/ oh wellz. But but, I want to be as tanned as her! I seriously lost my tan! Homeroom, discuss on our classroom stuff and went on finishing the movie that we were almost gonna be done with it! And then, I heard Mr Tan saying, "Huh, y'all must watch the credits one uh? If I watch a movie, immediately when it finishes I will leave." Lol. Ate lunch, and came home. F the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I need to do my a-math homework. GAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;There's CCA tomorrow! (draws thunder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3182617425939361499?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3182617425939361499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/thought-id-be-stronger-on-my-own-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3182617425939361499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3182617425939361499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/03/thought-id-be-stronger-on-my-own-but.html' title='Thought i&apos;d be stronger on my own, but then you came along, and I&apos;ve changed.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S49szH7cKQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/D1sf98DWDJM/s72-c/i_hate_you_now_by_burntsock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8014240658473595100</id><published>2010-02-26T18:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:15:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger. Oh, but I can't be without you any longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S4emmV0vvRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/R6lXuhrL1Tk/s1600-h/i_know_you_feel_it_too_by_burntsock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442501852324150546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S4emmV0vvRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/R6lXuhrL1Tk/s400/i_know_you_feel_it_too_by_burntsock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I cry at night, cry at night, I'll cry for all the words, all the words I didn't say.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING COMPARES TO &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not blogged for more than a week! Hahaha, damn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my reactions to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; - no test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Studies&lt;/em&gt; - managable. c: I hope I score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; - what else do I have to say. Just hope I'LL PASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geography&lt;/em&gt; - HI, I WILL FAIL IT. SORRY. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics and Chemistry&lt;/em&gt; - Both were 50% alright. Had tough questions, so I hope and pray I won't fail. :c I will be really upset. It's the first time I'm doing two papers&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in 1 hour!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E-math&lt;/em&gt; - HI, I WILL FAIL IT. SORRY. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A-math&lt;/em&gt; - It was pretty alright. c: I just hated the simultaneous equation question and the last... two questions? I could've done better if I HAD TIME TO CHECK! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last Thursday, everything was tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it ended, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;There's still Mid-year to go. Maybe CA2, too. And EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, GO GO, REE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I've lost my tan, I think. :c&lt;br /&gt;I was tanner back after camp. Now I'm losing it! I NEED TO SWIM SOON! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Today, 260210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was mass today!&lt;br /&gt;Damn my legs were cramped up. Couldn't the girl in front of me just NOT LEAN ON MY LEGS? She doesn't even know that there's someone behind her, is it. &lt;em&gt;I'm not a chair!&lt;/em&gt; ;c my legs needed space, too.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Kim and I couldn't stop laughing halfway. O:&lt;br /&gt;Missed E-math lesson, so it was English lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued with Pursuit Of Happyness movie.&lt;br /&gt;Soon some ice cream came? Urgh it pissed me off that I couldn't eat it entirely.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, haven eaten a CONE ice cream since I put on braces. BUT I AIN'T A BABY! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was alright today. c: Oh, there was another skit, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;What in the world, Mr Lee (somehow walked in like a 'men-in-black', made me have a bad impression) observed the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I just felt like announcing this to not only the people in front, but to the whole class, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some people say that, oh, we're not listening, then what do we do? Take our chairs and squeeze in front, too? Since the teacher would need the WHOLE CLASS'S attention and respect, WHY NOT JUST SIT ON OUR ORIGINAL SEATS? WHY MOVE? Was there a real need to? And then the teacher will say, it's our own problem if we don't wanna learn VE stuff. Hey, we didn't say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back people might feel, oh, why did they go to the front again? Why couldn't we sit in our usual positions to have a proper lesson instead?&lt;br /&gt;LOOK, the back people, feels disturbed by the front people because if the front people sit RIGHT WAY IN FRONT, it's trying to tell the back people that they are going to be left out. LEFT OUT, I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the front people will expect the back people to &lt;strong&gt;MOVE THEIR ASSES TO FRONT&lt;/strong&gt;, hear the teacher, give respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it fair to always listen to one part of the class? :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it SHOULD BE the teacher's decision. OK but I don't know what happened this time. :/&lt;br /&gt;That was just how I felt about the whole thing today in VE. I am not typing here just to debate with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I was in the &lt;em&gt;middle row&lt;/em&gt; reading a book. SAME AS JADE, WE DIDN'T MAKE NOISE. c:&lt;br /&gt;I felt as though, the whole class was gonna split into two. :c That feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-ed with lunch buddiez. Had a major talk. c:&lt;br /&gt;Went home early when the sun was SO HOT. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's dental appointment's at 11.30am! HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY AGAINN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8014240658473595100?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8014240658473595100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-say-if-it-doesnt-kill-you-itll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8014240658473595100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8014240658473595100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-say-if-it-doesnt-kill-you-itll.html' title='They say if it doesn&apos;t kill you it&apos;ll make you stronger. Oh, but I can&apos;t be without you any longer.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S4emmV0vvRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/R6lXuhrL1Tk/s72-c/i_know_you_feel_it_too_by_burntsock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-6567734495115338627</id><published>2010-02-17T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:51:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3uxUUPgfjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vqigXFPXz6w/s1600-h/2bb0a47f93acccea316f057d0fb45f16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439135937569259058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3uxUUPgfjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vqigXFPXz6w/s400/2bb0a47f93acccea316f057d0fb45f16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Have you ever try sleeping with a broken heart?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long since I've blogged. Oopsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday - CNY! AND VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we were awaken at 8 plus cause we had visitors. &lt;em&gt;Rachel and I jumped out of bed at the same time&lt;/em&gt;. Come on, we slept late the night before!&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the late morning, we reached Grand's house. Yay, cooked food. c:&lt;br /&gt;Took picturesssss.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mum's side visiting was settled.&lt;br /&gt;Next was Dad's side for visiting. Didn't really complete all visitings, but I was tired. Taking off and putting on the high heels! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monday, 150210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out in the morning with Rachel to meet Mel. Went to Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast @ Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took picturesss before watching Valentine's Day the movie. Damn, Taylor Swift was a bimbo inside. But but, the movie was pretty awesome. c:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't catch THE BLIND SIDE movie because there ain't no seats anymore! Actually there was. THE FRONT SEATS, which we didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Long John Silver's and buying chocolates from Candy Empire before going homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tuesday, 160210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;Ironed my own uniform, alright! I'mma good girl. c:&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon after lunch, went to the library to borrow 3 storybooks.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll concentrate more on them after my common test. Due date's 9th march. UHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrible night because I had a bad bad bad bad awesomely terrible headache that cannot be helped,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN THERE'S NO PANADOL EXTRA AT HOME&lt;/em&gt;! I guess it has finished.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to bed without eating a panadol to fight off the pain. How awesome. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(therefore, the next day, I had headache in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today, 170210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I had a headache, couldn't really sleep the whole night, was awaken by the smell of rain, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came to school with chocolates and flowers. Gave to my friendzos! c: Late valentine's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad news regarding Mr Tan. :c May your Mum rest in peace and God bless her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson started off with A-math. A bit blur at the start, but managed.&lt;br /&gt;JADE DIDN'T COME. &lt;em&gt;One good thing - less criticism. One bad thing - someone less to teach me if I go wrong&lt;/em&gt;. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;Next was Physics. Went through the velocity worksheet. Ooh, I'm pretty happy with my Physics test's marks. Oh wellz, came from effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN WHY CAN'T I SCORE IN BOTH MY MATH TEST? :c It kills me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire (Lee), it's OK. When we stumble/fall, we get back up again as we learn from our mistakes. Don't get dicouraged! You'll pull it through the common test!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm telling people this, but why isn't happening to me? Ironic shitz. :c I tell myself that, but why isn't it helpinggg.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Opened one of the boxes of chocolate. Oooh it was so sweet. Belgian chocolate huh! :/ Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Chinese. Did an informal letter.&lt;br /&gt;English, watched a movie. Something called 'Homerun'. I THINK I WATCHED IT BEFORE! O:&lt;br /&gt;E-math, had a spot test. Freakin shit. I was rushing. :c Hi Mr Chong, you might see another horrible paper again, so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me! &lt;em&gt;I just hate doing E-math in school. Is it me or is it the teaching?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies was fineee. Getting back our G.A.s this Friday. Aww man. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short briefing for tomorrow. OH NO, I hate alarms, OK. They make me stutter.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch, went homee.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a... usual long day. Oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I gotta concentrate for Common Test, so I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO UPDATE THAT OFTEN! If I have spare time, I will! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-6567734495115338627?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/6567734495115338627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-tonight-im-gonna-find-way-to-make-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6567734495115338627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6567734495115338627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-tonight-im-gonna-find-way-to-make-it.html' title='So tonight, I&apos;m gonna find a way to make it without you.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3uxUUPgfjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vqigXFPXz6w/s72-c/2bb0a47f93acccea316f057d0fb45f16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5139542416662953707</id><published>2010-02-13T23:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:52:48.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything that's worth having, is sure enough worth fighting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3bBJXCQquI/AAAAAAAAAfE/81G8OYraLMc/s1600-h/1645e875261be4ec2bfa12e37f12ebf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437745966642932450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3bBJXCQquI/AAAAAAAAAfE/81G8OYraLMc/s400/1645e875261be4ec2bfa12e37f12ebf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Dare me to be blind, but you had the most amazing smile.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not blogging since Wednesday! :c Lotsa schedules. Next next week is already Common Test Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can remember what happened since Wednesday. Gonna be a long post, I think! I bet I can't finish blogging by midnight. It's already 11 plus. Oh wellz. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wednesday, 100210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that, it was a boring day. :c Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;A-math was first. Physics test was kinda OK.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, had a hard time completing the compo.&lt;br /&gt;English, kinda boring. O:&lt;br /&gt;E-math, was killin me.&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was quite alright, kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I'm not suppose to say anything. O:&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, real tired. Studied for Geog test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thursday, 110210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics lesson, lotsa stuff about Velocity and acceleration and instantaneous speed. URGH!! :c&lt;br /&gt;But oh wellz, Jade and I thought of damn Tigger as an example of one question.&lt;br /&gt;And my reactions for the worksheet we had to do was slow. I don't know why! I was doing it so slowly. So I didn't get the sticker! Oh wellz, sad enough. Try again next time.&lt;br /&gt;English - we had to write an essay. Urgh, I wrote 300 plus words only. Jade amazingly wrote 700 over, right? Seriously, how do people do that? :c I shouldn't have chose "With power comes responsibility. Discuss". I thought they would test us more on abuse and stuff, or economic stuff. Gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-math was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Next was Geog. Uhhhh, new teacher, uhhhh. Ms Lim? Uhhh. :/&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Perlina and I suddenly miss Miss Charlene! Wonder where she's off to.&lt;br /&gt;So we had test. And I realized that I wrote the point down for Attrition but I went to put it as Corrasion/Abrasion. SHITASS, you know? I was pissed noticing it after the test.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ms Lim started writing notes on the board and we had to copy. Well, I must be really really honest right here. It was boring. :c It needs to be livelier. O:&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom was alright. HOM again! :/ Was grouped up with Sherilyn, Nell and Jade.&lt;br /&gt;Hard time laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school to complete the decorations for class. Pretty magazine pictures on the backboard, plus chinese new year decorations. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really cursed with Ice Tea. :c Kim was with her ice tea and suddenly out of no where, her arm and my arm clashed and ice tea spilled on her, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Do not come near me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if I am holding on to ice tea&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when the ice tea is near me&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when YOU are carrying ice tea&lt;/span&gt;! I swear I'm cursed.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back with Jacq and Kim, and we laughed so badly, I swear my jaws were hurting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, went out with Mummy and Rachel to town to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Got my shoes! Got my shoes! c: Urgh, it's high, but I love it. Because it's from Chares and Keith! Thanks, Mummy. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday, 120210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual school day in the mornin'.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ALL FOR THOSE HUGS AND COOKIES AND CHOCOLATE-RELATED LITTLE GIFTS!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I was giving free hugs away. c:&lt;br /&gt;WHOO! Claire got a shock of her life, I guess. Her sexy-fully decorated table - her valentine's day prezzie! Hahahahhahaa. c:&lt;br /&gt;First lesson, E-math, but we watched The Devil Wears Prada! Watched it loads of times. But till now it's still funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was English. No more movie time. :c&lt;br /&gt;My group discussed on some toyota car thingy! Oh wellz. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were released for recess, then came back to class. Had some angbao decoration thingy. Then I saw some card thingy being passed around. It was meant for the whole class to see. I saw, it was a cute card, then I was like, "Oh, from Ms Saleha!". Haha, I never expected any teacher to write to us a small little card! So sweet. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there was celebration in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kathleen, Emma, Jade, Rachael and I cabbed to Tampines Mall to catch Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY?! Why must Percy Jackson aka Logan Lerman be so cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes, so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kathleen lost her file. :c Actually, she didn't lose it. She left it at the counter while we were buying tickets. Blur girl! c:&lt;br /&gt;Ate Macs before going home.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, took a train to town to meet Mummy and Rachel, then we went to meet the rest for reunion dinner. c:&lt;br /&gt;Came home, real tired. Even slept on the way home in the car. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, 130210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, around 10 plus! Was really tired, but I had to get outta bed due to the noises being made. Urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, changed, met Mel, Aunty Karen and Uncle Victor. Ate lunch, and we dropped off at Kembangan MRT station to take a train to Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;Time was tight today. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;First shop to enter: COTTON ON.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a skirt. c:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard Cineleisure and walked around.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Saturday teeshirt! Mel bought a floral printed vest. Nice! c:&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE the shop 'Rockstar'. It's even decorated so neutral-coloured like. Love the shoes inside!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esplanade next, and took picturess.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at Starbucks @Marina Square for drink before we went off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat for dinner. &lt;em&gt;Awkward-est one ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's coming to 1 soon. I blogged since 11 plus till 12 plus. Goodness! This post made me wanna sleep, eeekyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CNY c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5139542416662953707?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5139542416662953707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/anything-thats-worth-having-is-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5139542416662953707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5139542416662953707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/anything-thats-worth-having-is-sure.html' title='Anything that&apos;s worth having, is sure enough worth fighting for.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3bBJXCQquI/AAAAAAAAAfE/81G8OYraLMc/s72-c/1645e875261be4ec2bfa12e37f12ebf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8966676061374530054</id><published>2010-02-09T16:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:13:09.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I'm after, is a life full of laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3EgrwcX03I/AAAAAAAAAe8/_8Au3QBl3ng/s1600-h/Heavy_water_by_czas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436162161323266930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3EgrwcX03I/AAAAAAAAAe8/_8Au3QBl3ng/s400/Heavy_water_by_czas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("In the past, things were better than they are. Let me back into, into your arms.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week wasn't that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apologies for not blogging since Sunday. Oh wellz, something happened over the weekend and I'm trying my best recovering from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the best decision, but it's for the better of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to mention names. The more I say, the more it fuels up my anger, the more I feel like bursting into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed over at Mel's on Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had tuition on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Monday, 080210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had HHP. We ran further. :c But we laughed a lot while running. That makes me happy because I was so dull over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all the lessons before recess was juzzz, sigh. Kinda boring. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wellz. PE before recess was quite alright. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, awwww. :c Today's half an hour lesson actually went quite well. Didn't have our test today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Charlene's last day! *winks* I wonder who's happy and who's sad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wellz, when we ask her, "Are you crying?" she was like, "No, I'm not cryin'!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought she had no emotions, no offence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I might miss her bimbotic-ness. Wonder who's our next Geog teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math, cried the foodleshitz-ing shit outta myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I had to pick myself up, but I started bursting into tears when my parents popped into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;who wants their child to fail?&lt;/em&gt; Unless the parents are really ignoring the kid, which is BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Chong left earlier, and another relief teacher came innnn. Yeah I was still crying. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed good listeners this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed comfort. I needed &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I felt like I'm drenched with stress.&lt;/em&gt; School work, family etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanna thank my classmates for comforting me. I would have cried a priceless times more than I did!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took a breather. Deep breaths outside the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School ended. My mood was of course, lifted up by my friends. They make me smile. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA went alright. Was teaching the new peepoz with Rene. Haaa, llama. I thought it was Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am really thankful to those people that put a smile on my face. c:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today, 090210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was first, as usual. I love the inspirational video - The Butterfly Circus! It's really lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, Mr Tan, we don't want a new sitting arrangement in fours! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese was alright. Watched the 'my blog' video, then we had ta do a compo. Seriously, I know how to explain everything in English, but not in Chinese, what's more, writing them out. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was finez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math, went through our mistakes and did corrections. Oh wellz. What's done cannot be changed. It's what I'm gonna learn. MY MISTAKES! I really really really cannot make these mistakes over and over again. I think for both a-math and e-math, I'm quite blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRACTICE. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math, only had half an hour of it. Went through certain questions on our homework (KILLER).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was phototaking. WHAT, every year, the lady (the mean one) will say my name, and look at me like I'm a bad bad kid and she'll remember me for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT ON EARTH DID I DO? She didn't have to look at me like that. So mean. She's such a foodleshitz. :c Every year, OK! I don't think anyone will like her for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry. Man, we were feeling tired already. Two math subjects before Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just did our worksheet and workbook. Oh we've got homework, urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch-ed with my classmatez and laughed pretty quite a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, uhm, had to uh, TUTOR Claudine. Yesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she gets what I'm trying to say(praying so badly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAD, why didn't you notify me first. &lt;em&gt;I'm pissed. (paste an angry face here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UK TRIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh nos, there's Physics test tomorrowz. Need ta study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; is approaching! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8966676061374530054?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8966676061374530054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-that-im-after-is-life-full-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8966676061374530054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8966676061374530054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-that-im-after-is-life-full-of.html' title='All that I&apos;m after, is a life full of laughter.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S3EgrwcX03I/AAAAAAAAAe8/_8Au3QBl3ng/s72-c/Heavy_water_by_czas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3387288211515369497</id><published>2010-02-06T11:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:48:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They'll name a city after us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2zeK853vyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HdSfrbzdC54/s1600-h/Summer__by_kittysyellowjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434963130058260258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2zeK853vyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HdSfrbzdC54/s400/Summer__by_kittysyellowjacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Sometimes remembering you hurts. It shows that you are gone. So sometimes I don't want to be trapped in the past, I don't want to remember you. But it's so hard to do that.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt; was pretty boring. First was Physics, just did our workbook in class and learnt acceleration and deceleration and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was fine, too, so was recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add-math! I failed the test by half a mark. I was discouraged, but I learnt something from camp - &lt;em&gt;never to give up just because you fail to do something the first time round. There's always another chance. Just learn from your mistakes, keep reaching for the goal and not blame yourself all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am going to try harder the next test. Mrs Cheong, we want more spot test! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, had some quiz thingy? Urgh, look who's speaking in class. Perlina and I couldn't stop laughing silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homeroom, did some discussion for Chinese New year's decoration and for VALENTINE'S DAY! c: fun much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had our homeroom time, sitting in a circle as a class with Mr Tan. Sadly, Ms Saleha did not come today. :c but but we still talked altogether!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine. Went back home, studying for Social studies and E-math test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;, what a sad and tiring day for me. Since morning I felt like going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon voyage to Ms Yeo and Ms Zarina who's leaving for... Australia! Yeah. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, had to go to AVT for some tutor and tutee match thingy. OK I'm paired up with a Sec 1. She's really quiet. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed down for breakfast with my class! They were all in the cafe already, and when I rushed down, the bell rang, timeee forrr E-math lessonnn. :c So I was hardly in their conversations, sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got a mango juice to drink! No time to eat anymore la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was pretty OK. Had some issues regarding to POWER to discuss. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was fineee. YAY. I packed Nutella bread and cereal too, for the first time in this year, just to avoid queueing up for food in the canteen. Like that, I could study better for social studies test, WHICH WAS NEXT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we had a half an hour studying time before it. c: And my hand was aching like foodleshitz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, maybe y'all don't know what's FOODLESHITZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foodleshitz - F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's included inside my dictionary. I'm not a bimbo. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words inside my dictionary - 'Eeekyz', 'hawmahgoodnass', 'crapshitass', 'grossshitass', 'foodleshitz'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE COMING UP, if I'm free enough to make them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hope I'll pass my social studies test. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VE was kinda boringgg. :c but but, I drew out something, on a white sheet of paper, and put in under my table. Most probably it can cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine. Everybody thought I was dying and suffering. Haha, I'm alive. Thanks for your concern. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA was finee, my middle finger's booboo (the hand which I use to play the guitar, damn it. :c) was kinda pain, but had to playyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimberly kept on talking about Totally Spies compact powder's sound. De-de-de, de-de-de!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm just going to complete some of my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy you stupid idiot. Here you go again. Don't make me start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3387288211515369497?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3387288211515369497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/theyll-name-city-after-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3387288211515369497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3387288211515369497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/theyll-name-city-after-us.html' title='They&apos;ll name a city after us.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2zeK853vyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/HdSfrbzdC54/s72-c/Summer__by_kittysyellowjacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8982375695065255739</id><published>2010-02-03T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:50:50.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2j5-W3nJzI/AAAAAAAAAes/_Tm593z5mJ0/s1600-h/City_and_Colour_V_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433867800108541746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2j5-W3nJzI/AAAAAAAAAes/_Tm593z5mJ0/s400/City_and_Colour_V_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("But you're my oxygen and even breathing seems difficult without you.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEPOZ! I'm backie from camp! &lt;em&gt;I was homesick, seriously. :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK. I'm gonna talk about the whole camp.&lt;br /&gt;LONG POST, OK? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Bintan. When we reached the immigration, we took a bus to Loola Adventure Resort. Boy were we sleepy. Halfway through the trip, BOOM. Bus accident! OUR BUS! :c&lt;br /&gt;It hit a motorist, aww man. Actually, the bus driver was preventing the bus from hitting the motorist, so he turned towards a damn coconut tree.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the bumpy ride, we reached the campsite! It was gorgeous, the sea, the sceneries of coconut trees etc.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLZ, the bunk beds, we can't do anything about it. The dorms were hot and stuffy, too! :c So Carol and Li Feng slept on top, Pris and I slept below. We had our own beds, but man, there ain't air ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was "alright-alright", but I dislike the vegetables. I got choked. :/&lt;br /&gt;First activity of the day - &lt;em&gt;Hill Trekking! The coolio oolio buz (cool bus, I call that), &lt;/em&gt;was playing music for us! Awe-tastic! c:&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty alright, but TIRING. Hot, stuffy, lotsa small irritating mosquitoes. Going up the hill, boy was it difficult, I even had a rope burn/scratch on my neck, BUT FUN! You will feel so nice when you reach the top, like FINALLY! There ain't lotsa sceneries. :c Took pictures, then went back down, it was even harder. I fell! But yay, I am alive. Thank God. I was still alive so that I can take pictures for the class. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY we are out. Next was &lt;em&gt;Boom-Net!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awesome shitz! Mr Tan didn't jump into the water, but Ms Saleha did it with us. Omg, I fell the wrong way. But it was so super duper fantabulous! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coolio oolio buz played music for us on our way back. It was playing 'Sexy Bitch'! "DAMN GIRL! Damn, you're a sexy bitch, a sexy bitch. Damn, you're a sexy bitch, DAMN GIRL!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, had to bathe real quick. 3/7 and 3/4 (we) were late for dinner! Due to our activities. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I started getting migrane. It must have been Boom-Net's fall yeah. :c&lt;br /&gt;Had to take panadol before I sleep, after the de-brief from our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPING SUCKS THAT NIGHT. HOT HOT HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke upppp at 5 I think.&lt;br /&gt;Morning, windy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;URGH, sick. &lt;em&gt;Toilet clogged up by some people who do not use their brains properly. Nearly lost my appetite before breakfast. &gt;:c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - maggee noodles, peanut butter bread and watermelon, for me.&lt;br /&gt;First activity of the day - &lt;em&gt;CIP, road building!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk out of the campsite to a village. Long wayyy. Hot sunnn.&lt;br /&gt;But we build for the villagers, which is actually doing a good deed!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it actually, despite the fact that we had to mix all that cement and sand and pebbles together, then mixing it with shovels, scooping them up with it into buckets, cementing the ground under the hot hot sun. We 3/4 did it, but we didn't have much time, so we continued on to our next activity after lunch (can't remember what we ate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;em&gt;Flying Fox&lt;/em&gt; next!&lt;br /&gt;It was supperrr awesome, but I hate landing in water, damn it! S: Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did we do the &lt;em&gt;low element game obstacle&lt;/em&gt; on the second or third day? Nevermind, I shall say it. The rearraging of birthday game on the low element thingy was fine and coolioz.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed after flying fox, took pictures with classmates, time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for not washing our plates and utensils. &lt;em&gt;I don't really like leaving it for the cleaners to do it. :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At night, the stars were awesome! So was the big big moon. IT WAS GORGEOUSSS.&lt;/em&gt; Took pictures before we slept. Bad bad night of sleeping. Still rather stuffy in the dorm, but managed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, first day of the month and I had it! How lucky shitz can I get.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was the same. But I'm used to it. I think most of the peepoz love the noodles? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;First activity of the day - &lt;em&gt;Skywalk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I did ittttt. YAY ME! Boy was it shaky, OK. Had to grab on to the coconut leaves and the rope.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I just injured my right middle finger. Had a booboo. Was bleeding, eeew.&lt;br /&gt;Next, camwhored for a while with classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Second activity - &lt;em&gt;Coconut tree climbing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed to top, failed to take down any coconuts because they were on the other side. The coconuts were already in a bunch of 6 to 7! The others in front were taken down by those that climbed before me. I have shorter hands than legs, eeekyz. So I came down, looking down on myself, and cried terribly and embarrassingly. :c &lt;em&gt;Thanky you for those who comforted me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika, Pris and Ms Saleha climbed after me, and they couldn't take down any, too. Maybe the tree didn't like us. :c But Ms Ezan (who previously plucked out 4 coconut, POWER!), climbed back up again and plucked out 2 more. Omg, so scary. I can never do such a thing, but I want to!&lt;br /&gt;So I cooled down, under the sun that was burning me. Soon I got so sick during lunch, I nearly puked the food out. &lt;em&gt;Feeling so uncomfortable, I had to miss rock climbing. I had to miss THAT! One of my favourite activities and one of the reasons why I come for camp is for ROCK CLIMBING, damn it!&lt;/em&gt; I had to be sick that time. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took panadol and flu pill to sleep in the dorm. Pris and Liu Li were in there resting, too.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we could bathe. And the rest of the class were back from rock climbing and seawalk (sounds so interesting! I wanted to go so badly but I would faint there). Michelle was unwell, and had to go all the way back from the seawalk to the sickbay. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was campfire night.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine did help me quite a bit, but I was still having bad cramps. :c&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - we had Satay plus its gravy! Kinda awesome! O:&lt;br /&gt;Campfire started, YAYYY. Fun much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3/4 won the best united class, best cheer and for punctuality! YAY US! c:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we won 3 boxes of chocolates, we decided to give one box to all the teachers to share, and 5 each to our two super nice instructors (Mr. Black and Miss Tess), and 2 for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for the night. Actually, &lt;em&gt;it was the only night that I could really sleep.&lt;/em&gt; Really tired, still having cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in Loola Adventure Resort! :c&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, the wind was so cold. Vanessa (ex-classmate) and I and other people could not withstand the coldness.&lt;br /&gt;2 cubicals were clogged up, damn it. WAKE UP PEOPLE! Stop clogging up the toilet bowls and being so self-centered! :c &lt;em&gt;One small little clogged up toilet can affect alot of peepoz, OK!&lt;/em&gt; Like eg. long queues for other peepoz peeing. I feel like setting up a sensor. Like when someone clogs up the toilet, the senser will know, and alarms the villagers, then they'll know the culprits! Hmmphh.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was fine. Usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Activity of the day - &lt;em&gt;rafting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped to tie stuffs, but did not go down to the water. Just send me teammates off from the shore. So coolioz! c: Sadly I couldn't join them due to that monthly thang. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;The other group soon went off, too. Kassandra and Weiting were with me, too. Same problem. :c&lt;br /&gt;Soon they came back, all wet. It was time for them to bathe! And we just packed our stuffs, clean up the dorms and left with our bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the dusbin outside was filled with SO MUCH old wet shoes.&lt;br /&gt;So teachers like Mr Tan, Miss Yu, Mrs Yip and Miss Aidah was like hanging around there to check that we were really cleaning up the place.&lt;br /&gt;Trina and I were helping out to clear the old shoes. I was directly picking up the shoes from one trash to another trash bag. &lt;em&gt;I nearly vomited, or you can say, DIE OF SMELLING THOSE SHOES, I couldn't help but quickly doing it fast&lt;/em&gt; so that the whole place won't stink with it! Grrr! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, banannanananananananana.&lt;br /&gt;Time to set off after reflection time and survey time. Omg, I didn't have lotsa time, I forgot the write on how I feel about the people who clogged up the toilet. An experience I'll never forget how much I pity the cleaners. :c&lt;br /&gt;BUMPY BUT SUPER FAST RIDE back to Bintan immigration!&lt;br /&gt;Bought some coffee, drank, then share it with others.&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline and Chai Na could not stop playing childhood clapping games, OMG! Made me laugh like crapshitass.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'RE FINALLY ON THE BOAT BACK HOME, damn it! c:&lt;br /&gt;Ate poptarts and went around with it. I shall buy more. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson was on teevee again. I just slept like a pig, I think.&lt;br /&gt;YAY, back home!&lt;br /&gt;And even yay, Ms Saleha postponed our Physics test on Thursday to next week! YAY! c: WE LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;For Mr Tan, he didn't say anything YET. That means we'll still have indian movies and more econs topic? Mannnzz.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS HOMEY! Dad fetched me back.&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to Grand's house for dinner at night! Omg, awesome Grandma's food back in my tummy! YAY! Yummiez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today, 030210.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest day for us!&lt;br /&gt;Was like on Twitter and Facebook chatting and twittering with Merissa! c:&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Mcdelivery for lunch. My body can hardly move that much to go down to buy lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's school! Oh wellz. Need to get back to study.&lt;br /&gt;Friday tests: Social Studies and E-math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I MISS CAMP ALREADY! Those starry stars and that gorgeous orange moon makes my day, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8982375695065255739?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8982375695065255739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-make-sky-more-beautiful-to-gaze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8982375695065255739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8982375695065255739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-make-sky-more-beautiful-to-gaze.html' title='You make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2j5-W3nJzI/AAAAAAAAAes/_Tm593z5mJ0/s72-c/City_and_Colour_V_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4993463965207481377</id><published>2010-01-28T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:46:27.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It messed me up, need a second to breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2FGKpC202I/AAAAAAAAAek/MxrJK-HVnLM/s1600-h/I_Remember_by_fhrankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431699774216000354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2FGKpC202I/AAAAAAAAAek/MxrJK-HVnLM/s400/I_Remember_by_fhrankee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("And you can see my heart beating. You can see it through my chest. And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't blog since Tuesday. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this week was like a kinda 'tests' week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;em&gt;Tuesday &lt;/em&gt;(BORING DAY), we had Chem test. YAY. Passed. 11/15, average. :c Jade uh! Got 14/15 ya know! GAHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, &lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;, A-Math was alright at the start, but at the end it sucked, I'm sorry. It was just too rushing. :c And we're supposed to have Physics test, but it was shifted to next weeeeek. Omg, studied so much but it ended up shifted. :c Have to study again! Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today, 280110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OMG, I'm worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started off with Physics. Pretty alright, Miss Saleha was going through the worksheet that we were suppose to do, next was Miss Meng's turn to teach. I'm not that comfortable with her teaching YET. Feels weird. :/ Tsk, must get used to it. Anyway, chapter 2 of Physics seems kinda hard. Even in tuition, it's difficult to understand! O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - Mr Tan MIA-ed, so Mr Greg Teo relief us (AGAIN!). We watched an indian show called 'Provoked'. Omg, the burning part was so scary. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess, halfway studying for Geog test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-Math test was screwed, I say. SCREWED UP LIKE CRAPSHITASS! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Cheong said our paper was similar to the Express one. HI, we need at least 40% simpler than this, please! Or we'll seriously struggle. If you were sitting beside me today for the test, you'll see my face expression. I was super angry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, waited for Ms Charlene to comeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class was really noisy. &lt;em&gt;Perlina and I were pissed. &gt;:c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO we couldn't stand it, we went out of the class, sitting next to the drain to study, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY Ms Charlene came! Like God knows what time was it, right? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she had to babysit another class. :/ Had the wrong timetable, ayy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we just did worksheets and a quiz. NO TEST due to NO TIME. SO, it's&lt;em&gt; SHIFTED TO NEXT NEXT MONDAY. Urghh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studied alot for this! So two test have been shifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Also for E-math, there is a test next Friday. Sigh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No assembly. Had some sorta lifeskill lesson thang. Omg, Jade drew the damn elephant. Walls, pillars, snake and rope. Tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we discussed on Camp Corri. Oh, we're gonna do a mixture. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed back for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a normal school day again. I'mma off to get my english journal homework done. Or Mr Tan will sorta nag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, 2 more days to Camp Corri, damn it! (Hi-5 Perlina, we're gonna have it there. :c you guys know why.) Anyway, I'm still reconsidering. Should I bring the hand carrier big bag or a luggage bag? S: It's gonna be 4 days in Bintan! Eeekyz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4993463965207481377?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4993463965207481377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-messed-me-up-need-second-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4993463965207481377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4993463965207481377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-messed-me-up-need-second-to-breathe.html' title='It messed me up, need a second to breathe.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S2FGKpC202I/AAAAAAAAAek/MxrJK-HVnLM/s72-c/I_Remember_by_fhrankee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7838516152381485271</id><published>2010-01-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:22:12.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's just my imaginations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1wII4pAApI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sBSnL0FQvg4/s1600-h/I_remember_by_cookiemonstah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430224199438303890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1wII4pAApI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sBSnL0FQvg4/s320/I_remember_by_cookiemonstah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("I see you there, half a minute, no presence of you.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been having books beside me, studying for the upcoming tests/graded assignments. But of course there were break times in between. c: Life maybe be suck-ish, but oh wellz, I need to live on. Urghhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friday, 220110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I can rember, it was a normal day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for the Literature overseas learning trip briefing thang. Really interesting, ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back, still finding no teachers in class = Ms Saleha and Mr Tan did not come to school! No wonder the class was kinda noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First lesson was E-math. Had "mini-mini-test".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started raining anyway, so NICE to sleep! I was about to already. Oh wellz, I can't sleep. Not allowed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was English, Mr Greg Teo relief us againzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the same old boring recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in social studies, I was almost sleeping. &lt;em&gt;99.9% sure I was sleeping WITH MY EYES OPEN?! :c &lt;/em&gt;I could feel myself sleeping, but I could see myself&lt;em&gt; writing the word 'elaboration' to 'celebration'. WTH! It's super scary!&lt;/em&gt; Finally I was awoken by laughters, and I even joined the laughter. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VE was just normal. Some ex-SAC drama student reliefed us. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA was normal at first. Didn't really end at a high note. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt; - Studied in the afternoon and went out for dinner with relatives. Took pictures with Mel. c: And Ethan and his bro Julian is freaking cute. I've got pictures of them on my Facebook. Super cute! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt; - Had tuition in the morning. Went to Giant for some marketing and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today, 250110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE WAS HHP IN THE MORNINGGGG. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't really tolerate the smell of the kennel. Awesomely smelly shit smell. :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese - did a informal letter writing. Why do I keep forgetting to bring the damn electronic dictionary?! :c Even Jade's one was annoying me because I couldn't find the damn word. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEMISTRY! We didn't do experiment today sadly. :c Just went through the theory workbook. Tomorrow's the Chem test! Eeekyz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was killin me. I really hate awesomely perspiring. What's more, next is RECESS! I can't eat in peace if I'm perspiring! Still I like the sun, so I can't blame anyone. URGH. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography was a bit the 'urgh'. Got some Transportation picture notes and some other notes. I really don't know what's up with the books definitions and Ms Charlene's definitions. :/ They are kinda different. Actually, almost different. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-math was fine. Had some in-class work ta do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did Mr Chong know my blogggg?! Aiyooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine. CCA was finer. Sectionals was urghhh. I will never become a good section leader. Thank God I'm not one, YET. Actually I don't feel like being one, unless I play pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played finish one of our competition pieces today, but needed more phrasing. SIGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mememememememeeeemeeeeeeee! I'm tired! :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy bought an Arena swimsuit for me for camp! Thank you, Mummy! Like omg, anyway, they are encouraging us to like what, buy a new one-piece suit? Just because we can't bring the two piece. Bikini, I meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, Daddy couldn't really get contact with school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna go for the Literature trip. It's my interest for poetry, come on! Though I don't take Literature but heyyyy, it's an opportunity! :c My dad's just so negative about it. So is Mummy anyway. Just because I'mma Geog elect student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh, tomorrow there's both E-math and A-math, 4 periods in a row after recess! And I can't drink ice tea before Mr Chong's class. I'm just cursed. It happened twice that ice tea stained my skirt and blouse because after recess, there was E-math. Zzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7838516152381485271?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7838516152381485271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-just-my-imaginations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7838516152381485271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7838516152381485271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-just-my-imaginations.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s just my imaginations.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1wII4pAApI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sBSnL0FQvg4/s72-c/I_remember_by_cookiemonstah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3798449763550197249</id><published>2010-01-21T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:22:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's falling down as you walk away. It's going down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1hZJeDy3tI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aP6VFTPjH38/s1600-h/Uniform_by_jayxxbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429187370017808082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1hZJeDy3tI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aP6VFTPjH38/s320/Uniform_by_jayxxbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("One day when you see the truth.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I apologize for not blogging since God knows when. Urgh! Really sorry. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been really busy doing homework and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec 3 ain't a funny thing to play with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And over the weekend, Daddy was a mean freak. Such a bad role model for ALL DADs. Grr, I hate you for being so petty! &gt;:c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why on Monday, I came to school with one eye sore-er than the other. Not THAT obvious, but I could feel it. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Monday, things are pretty fine in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday's CCA was fine. Though I felt crappy. People still made me smile and cheered me up. c: So thank you so much! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't really remember what happened on &lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; The whole day was dry, with lessons on and on, each 1 hour 10 minutes, and our recess is only 35 minutes. But but, the day ended off with Chemistry. c: Mrs Boo is still so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won my Dad over talking. 1 point for me. GRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt; was an average day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it was Carol's birthday! c: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CAROL! c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math, started off the second chapter - surds. I think it's alright to understand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simultaneous equation was driving me crazy for at least 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics, learnt about vernier calipers, if I can recall. Did I get it right? Aiya. Omg, anyway, conversions are driving me crazy, too. :c I don't know if I filled up my homework correctly. Omg, please. Because from what I remembered, Sec 1 we learnt some conversions, too, and I had at least half the page with CROSSES (X)?! I mean, it upsets me. &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; it'll upset the teacher, too. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, E-math, Chinese and Social Studies was fine. I needed coffee to shake me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, Thursday, 210110.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started off with Physics. We learnt about pendulum and ticker tape paper, whatever it was spelled as, gahhhh! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, Mr Tan didn't come, so Mr Gregory Teo came to relief us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was like reading the 14-paged Obama's speech, something like that, non-stop. A good and loud speaker indeed. (claps claps)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was fine. YAY! Finally recess-ed with Merissa for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-math, finished up examples on surds and indices. Actually, it's fun! But I didn't get any global dollar. So, I'm sad today. Sigh! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, Ms Charlene came in with Ms Wendy! So Ms Charlene taught us for a while, it was a little hard to digest what she was saying. Hurlstrom curve, ain't it?! The thingy that has erosion, transportation and deposition thingy. I find it fun, but I don't like explaining it. Ms Wendy explained certain parts, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, during homeroom, we were practicing the class cheer and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Germaine and I couldn't stop laughing in homeroom period again! TSK! O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, it was all about red and yellow on us. Real stupid but it funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, time to be let off. Omg, I hope camp corri's gonna be exciting. Otherwise, all the funny stupid thoughts that Germaine and I thought are all gonna be waste! So is our class cheer and all. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have 4 to 5 test/graded assignments next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry, Physics, Geography, A-Math, and maybe Social Studies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what Kim said, maybe it was like a &lt;em&gt;conspiracy&lt;/em&gt;! Like all the teachers wanna gang up and give us lotsa test in one week! :c I hope that's not it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are they stressing us out before camp? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend I gotta what, &lt;em&gt;study like crapshitass!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you think what you're doing is just too much? You're not benefitting yourself either. Stop blocking my way in reaching my goal or I'll have to figure out another step to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am so sorry if I can't update frequently. :c Need to study! My tumblr's not even updated, my Facebook pictures are not updated, too. I need to relax. Gahhhh! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3798449763550197249?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3798449763550197249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-falling-down-as-you-walk-away-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3798449763550197249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3798449763550197249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-falling-down-as-you-walk-away-its.html' title='It&apos;s falling down as you walk away. It&apos;s going down.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1hZJeDy3tI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aP6VFTPjH38/s72-c/Uniform_by_jayxxbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8360317976526265772</id><published>2010-01-17T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:40:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the shoulder, the keeper secrets, the kindness through their pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1MZYM2pOaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Jpvg9bkGCYU/s1600-h/she_has_no_time_by_only_once.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427709879469554082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1MZYM2pOaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Jpvg9bkGCYU/s320/she_has_no_time_by_only_once.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("I have no idea how it feels to be utterly loved.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quicky post before I go to sleep and end the weekend! Oh man. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning, went to the dental clinic. YAY! Changed the colour of my braces. It's pink and red, OMG. I just realized that it won't suit what I'm really wearing for New Year/Valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND WHY ON EARTH, must Valentine's Day fall on the same day as New Year's Day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couples, I understand how you feel.&lt;/em&gt; I'm single, but I know how they feel. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPSET. Gahhh. 2010 kinda sucks at the start, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to town to shop yesterday with Mummy, after my dental appointment. Bought a long sleeve stripy top and a denim, weird but coolio skirt from ZARA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate sambal fish with rice for lunch. Hey, it's pretty nice for lunch! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked around Wisma Atria, went inside Forever 21, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I NEARLY GOT STUCK INSIDE THE DRESSING ROOM?! :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lock was hard to lock, hard to unlock. I wanted to call my mum up, but she was at the first floor. What's more, the was a scotched-tape pasted paper on the door and said, "Push hard to lock". WTH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bought a red-chekered blouse!  c: and Mummy bought a ring for herself, a black ribbon hairband for Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got pretty tired, gahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to go homeeey! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, was just kinda boring. Usual Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had tuition in the morning. I think I was tired, so was Marcus uh! Zzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My braces were hurting during tuition. Damn nerve cell ayy. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had noodles for lunch before heading to the library to return my books and borrowed another book. It seems really interesting with all those sorts of poetic prose. I mean, damn, it's nice. Not love story like those boy-girl kinds. More of sisterhood, I guess? Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's PE tomorrow, crapshitass. Plus CCA. Oh my mommmaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Parachute's songs. Especially 'The Mess I Made'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8360317976526265772?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8360317976526265772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-shoulder-keeper-secrets-kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8360317976526265772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8360317976526265772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-shoulder-keeper-secrets-kindness.html' title='I am the shoulder, the keeper secrets, the kindness through their pain.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1MZYM2pOaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Jpvg9bkGCYU/s72-c/she_has_no_time_by_only_once.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-8371928706837567609</id><published>2010-01-15T23:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:03:26.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How we're progressing now is the reason why we had a past together, even though we weren't close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1CKLJ8AG0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/wp33Pqgg2Gc/s1600-h/when_i_look_at_you_by_only_once.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426989475232226114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1CKLJ8AG0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/wp33Pqgg2Gc/s320/when_i_look_at_you_by_only_once.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sometimes your unfailing smile makes my day. Maybe you just don't know that it makes me smile, too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't blog since Wednesday. Apologies! S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's coming towards midnight and I'm still blogging!&lt;/em&gt; I'm not gonna Tumblr, or I'll be dead tired. OMG, Tumblr have removed the Tumblarity thingy! O: Sigh, I'm actually pretty tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more, I have dental appointment in the morning tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really remember what happened on Wednesday and Thursday, but I can remember that I survived thanks to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, 150110!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had mass this morning! It was kinda alright, leg numb, urghhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, they really sent St. Anthony's down. I mean, the person called Tony. He had an umbrella. Oh wellz! Thought he'd flew down. (draws thunder) Oopsie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed E-Math class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So English was next. I nearly slept. Anyway, Jade didn't come todayyyy. Didn't make much of a difference of entertainment. Psst, even if Jade was here, I would be bored, too. I mean, it's English. ENGLISH, ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, RECESS. Managed to eat fast without getting hiccups. I want a 45 minutes recess. No, I want a 55 minutes recess as usual! Why 35 minutes? It won't work for all of us. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies, Mrs Tiong, Mrs Diong, whatever her name was, I can't seriously pronounce it well, teaches like a primary school kid! She really has potential to teach the lower secondary or primary. Talks real clearly and slowly with a smile, won't that work for small little kiddos? I find it weird when such teacher teaches us Sec 3s. :/ Miss Yu came in, too. AHHH, LORMS! It's irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VE, Mr Gregory Teo (I'm sorry, I couldn't stop laughing. And sorry, he's not my bro. He doesn't look like me, alright! :c ) relief us. He was like walking from group to group. I was doodling with Claire, Little Bee and Pris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to go to the Mac com room for a survey. I was playing with the Mac empty boxes and getting into them. How I wish it was bigger! It's pretty thin. I could only fit myself flat in, slanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember how I used to hid in boxes when I was younger, and think that I can make it my house. MLIA! I was so silly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was fine with Little Bee, Merissa and Pris. Stop pink-ing around. (draws thunder and cries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up for CCA, we had sectionals today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't chat alot with Farhana and Chai Na today! So sad. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chat with Alyssa, Stacia. Oh, and Tiffany, Nadia and Stephanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadia, cheer up! That cooking partner of yours might take slow to realize her mistake that she's not helping you and blaming you instead. If God shows a sign, good fer' ya. c: be strong. Don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Kim and Carol and the sunken foyerrrrrr with the others. Had McChicken for dinner. Goodness, I had problems eating it. :/ Now I really hate McChicken. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my duty in the hall, can't stop saying 'Good Evening, Mam, Sir!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The talk was 80% boring, I'm sorry, I was really tired. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy went home first, then after the whole thang ended with the stacking back of chairs, I walked home quickly to bathe. Gosh, I was DEAD TIRED for the day! I don't know, was I lacking on energy bars or something? :c Gahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning dental appointment. Eeekyz. Have to wake up early. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Zzzzzzzz. I want a peaceful sleep for the weekend! Sunday's got morning tuition. Ahhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so sorry that I'm that useless in some ways. Especially in emotions."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-8371928706837567609?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/8371928706837567609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-were-doing-now-is-reason-why-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8371928706837567609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/8371928706837567609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-were-doing-now-is-reason-why-we.html' title='How we&apos;re progressing now is the reason why we had a past together, even though we weren&apos;t close.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S1CKLJ8AG0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/wp33Pqgg2Gc/s72-c/when_i_look_at_you_by_only_once.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-152914085370094999</id><published>2010-01-12T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:05:38.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just the weather against your window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0w9ae80CbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0dmkToEaK20/s1600-h/christmas_lights_by_LittleFlair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425779176268630450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0w9ae80CbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0dmkToEaK20/s320/christmas_lights_by_LittleFlair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ("You are everything I need and fear.")&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just updating the guitar bloggggggggggg (GE peepoz, go check it out OK? c: ), so I might as well blog here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today, 120110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EFFING &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MATH-TORTURING-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I came to school with my usual "alright" mood. Merissa, will always shriek 'ReeGIIINNE!!!' in the morning. Her way of greeting me or what. HAHHAH! 'MeRISSSSA!' c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty was finee. But peepoz were out of the line, so it was really confusing for us to check their attire here and there. :/&lt;br /&gt;Mr Albert Tan scared me with his damn voice from behind. I know you want me to move, but the line's not moving yet. Grr! Aiyoooo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe my new badge on my bag might be quite offensive (to the males)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was English, Mr Tan's lesson. (draws thunder)*&lt;br /&gt;All about politicians stuffs. He left us for 10 minutes and we had a rough journal entry to write.&lt;br /&gt;It's something about why some politicians wanna abuse their power. GREED! Greediness.It's already in my book.&lt;br /&gt;Next was Chineseeee. Mdm Heng called for the helpers to kinda like come to our class to fix the visualizer, and they have yet to come till recess, so lesson ended after finishing our worksheet. Oh, even Mdm Heng agrees to have recess for 45 minutes! YAY! See, we kiddos need to eat! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was fine. Merissa's recess was later, I think. :c So I had recess with Pris, Little Bee and Chai Na.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I spilled ice tea again. Actually, I didn't spill it. It was when I threw in the cup left with a little bit of ice tea, it splattered out to my shoulder. URGHHHH! Thank God it's not a whole bunch or I will stop myself from drinking ice tea. For a while. Or maybe before any E-Math lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And it had to be before E-Math lesson! Mr Chong's class (the last time it happened, was also before E-Math lesson.)&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, Mr Chong did not come todayyy. Not much humor, huh. :c&lt;br /&gt;Miss Suhaila took over but we had work to do. Oh freaking much in-class work.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I annoyed Jade a lot. HAHHAHAHAHH! (draws thunder)*&lt;br /&gt;A-Math was next, and Mrs Cheong kept on going on and on and on! OMG. (draws thunder)*&lt;br /&gt;My head was about to explode. I think for the others, too. She kept on going on from a expression/equation, to another example after another. OK, it is commen sense. I know that it might be common mistakes, but it's wayyy too much! We should not spend too much time on question, ain't it? :c My whole head was hot. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (draws a hundred thunders)*&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the last two periods were Chemistry. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Went through the textbook, and then we did hands-on work! c: Did two experiments combined to one, actually. Kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fine with Priscilla. Chat and laughed yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I need to get back to study soon. But my head still has all the A-Math stuff. I need to get a break from it. AT LEAST ONE DAY! But tomorrow there's A-Math. First lesson. Oh God, I'm praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your presence made a difference."&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I want to share this prose here, not written by me.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more beautiful than your eyes, and they ignite my sky to flame, galaxies ripping open for us. we dance under burning suns and I watch as your mattress becomes my dancefloor once the lights go down. I watch, wide-eyed, as your shoulderblades and my cheekbones fit quite nicely together, two pieces of a metaphorical jigsaw puzzle sliding into place. we match, naked flesh against navy covers, love against night sky. your reckless fingers rack my bones with abandon, and it's understood that we can never turn back once the sun rises, rays of gold and mauve finger-painted, smeared along the horizon. and the sun does rise, but I barely notice, because my vision is filled with you. as hours pass, I pray to mean more than sips of coffee and afterthoughts, secrets stored in the back of your mind – regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you swear that I will mean more, that I do mean more. but the leaves fall down, and so do we. as sunshine fades to overcast skies, we hold each other loosely, barely intertwined, for I fear that when you leave, which surely, you will – it will hurt too much to take, ripping our bodies apart, tearing our bones to shreds. and I know this will happen, ties breaking and bridges burning. I know this will happen because you feel too good to be true, to be real, to be happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you prove this to me stronger through the cold nights, when you're there for warmth, gone by morning light. and you do warm me, melt me to the very core of my heart, my being; wax dripping through my arteries, telling me toslow down and stop.but it's hard to stop an addiction, and it took no more than a year to become addicted to you, to need your very presence just to breathe, snow clogging my lungs otherwise. I look to the skies tonight, and they're more distant than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you noticed the sky too, or maybe you were too busy thinking of her this Tuesday while we lay under the trees, staring at swirling clouds. the sky was a brilliant blue that matched your eyes down to the very last pixel, and I wish I could keep that blue forever, stuff it in my sock drawer with everything else cried-over-and-never-forgotten. I think you'd be the prized possession in there, right beside the fifth grade break-up letter and wasted roses.I feel you fading, faster than before. your fingers are losing grip and you're never home, never where you say you are.and I'm never on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I regretted not taking Literature! Am currently taking Geography.&lt;br /&gt;this Literature prose made me tear! ;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-152914085370094999?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/152914085370094999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-weather-against-your-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/152914085370094999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/152914085370094999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-weather-against-your-window.html' title='I&apos;m just the weather against your window.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0w9ae80CbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0dmkToEaK20/s72-c/christmas_lights_by_LittleFlair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1246035375054443887</id><published>2010-01-11T19:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:10:02.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just won't rest to catch my breath, I will run every red light, to get to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0sPFssRzgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/SPl0ZFBFp54/s1600-h/Autumn_by_Kasheyko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425446766668533250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0sPFssRzgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/SPl0ZFBFp54/s400/Autumn_by_Kasheyko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(So I'll let you go, I'll set you free. And when you see what you need to see, when you find you, come back to me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, &lt;em&gt;is a terribly exhausting day for me&lt;/em&gt;. *cries out* I think it'll be a long post today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was fine. Just did my homework and all, had tuition to clarify with, especially math and all. And Chemistry, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID NOT GO OUT THE WHOLE WEEKEND. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today, 110110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, Congrats to Rachel (YAY, she did quite good for her O' levels!), since I just received news from my family after CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A crapshitass tiring-busy-irritating-annoying-rushing-worried day. :c&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today, shivering. I thought I had a fever. Ate my breakfast like I was a weak girl! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came to school, realize that I followed the first timetable (which is wrong. No wonder, God was giving me a bad sign that made me feel a little sick). Kept on swearing, I'm really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't accept the fact that I seriously did not look carefully! I was blind while packing my school bag on Sunday. Urgh, so much for trusting the old timetable (and I threw it right into the bin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, my day was ruined. (draws a thunder)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, was mass rehearsel. Aww man, the hymns!! I miss singing them when I was a primary kid! Now I feel awkward singing it. :/ Eunice was like sitting beside me. Someone to entertain me somehow. O: Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next lesson was Chinese. We started on our textbook. Got a worksheet to doooooo in classsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry, didn't bring my Chemistry book today. Brought PHYSICS instead! Urghhhh. (as said, I followed the old timetable. Silly shit me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Boo was like, "Aiyo, why so blur". I bet I spoiled the whole lesson for her! She was already upset about this year's O level results on Chemistry. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE - deadly. What on earth is Ms Loo doing to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, we have legs, it's to run, but not to be tortured, you know! I know we must be punish for not following certain stuff, but but, it's too much! How many rounds did we run?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, I got myself ice coffee to drinkkkkkk. Ate with Little Bee, Pris and Chai Na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next lesson was Geographyyyy. Ms Charlene taught us on Rivers, the characteristics along itself, some watershed thang. Urghhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math was the last lesson. Mr Chong started drawing a damn crab. Then Joymarie drew the turtle looking up. Next, Mr Chong drew the back butt of an elephant, SHITTING. WTF? We laughed like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started on Fractional Indices. Confusing much, but I must handle it. I can't let it take control of meeeeeeeeee! &gt;:c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN YAY, school ended. Had to kinda rush with lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERISSA AND PRISCILLA HAD TO LEAVE FOR TAMPINES! Aiyoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collected some CCA paper work, went up to the MPR2, oh my mama was there Sec 1s already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I hate taking charge, but I have no other choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;em&gt;CCA peepoz tell me to chill, tell me to cool down. Thanks. I wasn't really sick, but I am sick of the whole space around me. I'm sorry! Just really needed a breather. Sometimes I really dislike unorganized stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, audition started. Sec 1s were real noisy! Even when we teach them. Talkative - first impression. Who knows the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so worn out as soon as it was going to end! I needed a breather. I needed comfort, somewhere to rest. Needed oxygen! GAHHHHHHHHHH. (draws thunder)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onzome was set up, but we didn't play. Had to pack up, no timeeeeeeeeeeee. Mrs Inigo (did I spell correctly?! Omg) came in and all, talked to the committee members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very kind people: &lt;em&gt;Farhana, Chai Na and Jade, waited for us. THANK YOU SO MUCH! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And those that tried to make me calm today, thanks, too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked home with Adlin, Cassandra and Jade. Bought dinner, then ate at home. Was all alone, because now Rachel's out with Mummy and Daddy for a seminar at a poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna finish up my homework that's left. Actually I don't have at all. Just doing it for the sake of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm drowning myself in Pixie lott's songs. 'My Love', especially 'Without You'. To me, it's a damn good song with damn good lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anymore 'cause its all been said before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't know where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is your far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your not coming back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is how it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try but I dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if I like it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you, without you, without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how i'm supposed to make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you, without you, without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me crying tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this what its gonna be like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try and act like I'm fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will never be right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you, without you, without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[P.S. hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for me.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I SWEAR THIS IS TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LOVE UNEXPRESSED IS A CRIME AGAINST THE HEART."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you love someone, admit it. Before things turn to the worst.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1246035375054443887?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1246035375054443887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wont-rest-to-catch-my-breath-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1246035375054443887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1246035375054443887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wont-rest-to-catch-my-breath-i.html' title='I just won&apos;t rest to catch my breath, I will run every red light, to get to you.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0sPFssRzgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/SPl0ZFBFp54/s72-c/Autumn_by_Kasheyko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2393058314107456428</id><published>2010-01-08T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:45:07.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think of little things you do, that make my life great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0ct5nZVZcI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Bs8OU5qyVBA/s1600-h/rockstar_by_dorguska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424354744042087874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0ct5nZVZcI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Bs8OU5qyVBA/s400/rockstar_by_dorguska.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Even if you left, you left me with your scent. You left me with memories that I have no idea why I can't forget them.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I had to do a poster for my CCA, so I could use the com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm dead tired for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT IT'S A FRIDAY TODAY! Normally I'll be happy&lt;/em&gt; because it's the last day of school FOR THE WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going to school tomorrow. On a Saturday. Oh whee, great ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow's CCA orientation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, 080110!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up, FEELING SO DAMN TIRED. Zzzzzzz, but oh wellz! Curse the stupid alarm clock. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I still can remember, there's a Facebook group that says 'Why is my bed suddenly so comfortable when the alarm goes off?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to school, and realized after 3 days, my shoe is... a little big. Oopsie! But better than having a tight shoe, seriously. That sucks! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assembly was fine, the tiled-concrete floor along the chapel that we student leaders-in-training had to seat on for a while, looked dry, but it ain't dry, gahhh! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had PC lesson for half an hour, did a little bit of editing our particulars, then Mr Tan started showing us the ecareers website. Oh, he's proud of it. LOL. "FUNNY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VE lesson was like what, free period? Kinda boring. In class, Li Feng was like giving me some weirdo quiz to do. Consist of animals, uhm, what else. The only thing I know is 'coffee'. Priscilla, if you're reading this, you should know. c: At AVT, laughed a lot with Chai Na. Jacqueline NETTO, you uh, cannot stop talking uh! What Casper! Whatever thingy?! Haha. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English lesson (oh we see Mr Tan AGAIN), continued talking about POWER. I-was-nearly-sleeping. Today's lesson feels weird. Haha, it's like, no one's listening! It's either we're doing something else, or we're staring at him sleep-ily (what I did).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO, I had Ice Coffee as my drink for recess! I NEEDED it, OK. I needed coffee to wake me up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate two pau. Li Feng seems fascinated by it. Why? How would I know. Little Bee is O:! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, then it was Emath lesson. I was pretty awake (due to ice coffee). OMG, new note on Mr Chong's laptop. OK, that is kinda private, maybe I shouldn't be "such a meanie" to tell. Hmm. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT Emath was seriously, effing killin' our brains. We were shocked man. So many of us could pull our hair off because we were mad at the questions.I was shocked, actually, by the questions. Blanked out by some. I thought I could handle it, but NO. Jade, pretty smart. Aiyuh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to have the worksheet as a spot-test, but Mr Chong find that we find it too difficult, might as well take it as practice, next time we'll have another spot-test. NOOOOOOOOO! :c Spot-test are stupid thingys. I don't like it. Urgh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social studies - teacher's Miss Yu. She's very specific in her explanations, seriously. I've forgotten the other teacher's name. Oh wellz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a worksheet, read a few pages of the textbook. &lt;em&gt;Am I like what, crazy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I love what Social Studies brought up in the textbook. Everything make sense. And some parts about debating, omg I love to debate about social stuff. I'm serious! OK so... uhm, the teacher better make it more interesting for us to learn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was the end of schoooooooooooooool. YAYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch. Lunch buddiez, don't know where they go, Li Feng ate lunch and went off. CCA peepoz joined me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a CCA without Justina, Shonelle, lotsa peepoz from Sec 3s and 4s couldn't turn up due to the poly visits (oh damn that thingy). So I was, all alone, taking charge. Eeekyz. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA soon started, we just hanged around till about 3.15pm and started setting up. Mr Choo soon came, and we did onzome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to go in and come out from the MPR2 to the props room at least 3 times?! Cassandra luh! Wanted me to return the papers back with her to the props room. Then we were making quite a bit of noise, and then Ms Saleha from the third level, could see us! Aiyoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, finished a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had two new songs. Learnt the first one, three-quarters of it. Kinda interesting. Sounds like a rabbit hopping, oh my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassandra and I are fascinated by the wind-surfing thingy in the garden. IT'S A NEW CCA! Why couldn't we get it? :c Man. Sometimes I regret not taking a sports CCA. Actually I wanted Floorball, surprisingly, as my sports CCA. Who knew I came to Guitar Ensemble? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA ended, was busy texting Justina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, we've done our posters. YAY. Phew. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, was all alone until Mummy came back with dinner. Yummiez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, it's late. I need to bathe, gahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2393058314107456428?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2393058314107456428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-of-little-things-you-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2393058314107456428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2393058314107456428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-of-little-things-you-do-that.html' title='I think of little things you do, that make my life great.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0ct5nZVZcI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Bs8OU5qyVBA/s72-c/rockstar_by_dorguska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3538758281241731781</id><published>2010-01-07T16:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:43:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry for keeping it all in a bottle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0WbPxTxH6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/iWLtuTqGb6Y/s1600-h/I_Miss_You_More_by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423912021474221986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0WbPxTxH6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/iWLtuTqGb6Y/s400/I_Miss_You_More_by_lorelix04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Wonder if you ever see me and I wonder if you know I'm here. Am I there? If you looked me in my eyes would you see what's inside? Would you even care?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not blogging on past 2 days. Been busy somehow. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tuesday, 050110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I can remember. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first lesson was A Math! Kinda silent, we just got to know our teacher - Mrs Cheong. She's quite alright! But we had to do 12 questions about ourselves. So much! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was Geography. Boringgg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher's Miss/Mrs Adeline Lim or Ms Charlene. Oh wellz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECESS - 35 minutes! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics soon started. Quite interesting, we had to "walk" around the class to find for answers from peepoz. &lt;em&gt;Crazy-enthusiastic-chaotic environment have it became&lt;/em&gt; when we got up from our seats, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, Mr Tan told us to write about 'In 10 years time...', and we were like, restless, kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math was kinda awesome. I mean, fun. Got to know Mr Chong, super idiotic-ly funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday, 060110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a meeting in the morning after assembly. Long one, actually. O: But gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English lesson. 'POWER' was the theme for this term?! What sorta thing is that. FOR A TERM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mr Tan was talking a lot on society and political stuffs related to power. Quite interesting, but I nearly slept. I think everyone wanted to. &lt;em&gt;But still, I was listening. POLITICS, ok!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese - teacher was Mdm Heng? She's kinda funny, also can translate chinese to english words (which helps us A LOT). But reminded me about Mdm Pey. Aww man, I miss her already. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECESS, as usual, RUSH! And spilled the entire Ice Tea on the bottom of my blouse, tie and SKIRT! SKIRT, alright! :c I had to walk to the toilet without my skirt, of course with FBT worn. People were staring, and I was even questioned by Mdm Koh (new vice-principal) and she was like, "AIYOO!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math was real funny. While we were about to complete some questions, something popped up from Mr Chong's laptop. Then he showed us the video of the 4 guys molesting a girl on the 2010 countdown party. Really stupid, I swear it was. There was another funny thing, I am so tempted to say it out. I'm sorry, Mr Chong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimberly first read out, "BUY SHAVING GEL?!!!" and then I look up, I saw, and I started laughing, and everybody was so curious, "WHERE? WHERE?!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Chong had to close the damn small note on his desktop. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry was FUN! And also freaking laugh-able. Really! Mrs Boo is a funny teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did experiment with the pipette and burette (that made us laugh like wild peepoz!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, we're very enthusiastic already. That's good, OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collected my new specs yesterday and nearly got knocked down by a car in the middle of the narrow road because of the hairband that dropped on the road! Arghhhhhhh! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today, 070110.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assembly in class today. :c Due to temperature-taking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started raining, cold and dark. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND BOOM, the lights and fans had no more electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was fine, but Miss Loo's &lt;strong&gt;explanation of drowning and whirlpool creeped the hell outta me&lt;/strong&gt;, seriously! :c Now I'm so scared to enter the water, even though I can swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography was all about knowing the good and bad of physical and human environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECESS! Thank God, did not buy Ice Tea. I'm so afraid it would spill on me again! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese, had to write about a story of a day, whether it's happy, unlucky, sad, annoying etc. I wrote about yesterday. OH WHATEVER. :c Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry! YAY. Omg, Mrs Boo was like &lt;em&gt;showing us the 'collecting and measuring the volume of gases' experiment. It was so damn nice, most of us LOVED it, we had to do it 3 times!&lt;/em&gt; THREE TIMES! And Mrs Boo was like saying, "Woah, seriously, 3/4 is the most enthusiastic class!". YAY. Because it was fun to do experiments what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Math was fine. Still, haven got any Global Dollar since the start of the week! :c Me wanna cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assembly talk by Ms Martens was pretty alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunched with lunch buddiez, walked home with Germaine. NOW then I know she stays near me. I'm slow. Aiyooo. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home, with so many questions and thoughts on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you read me? I wish you could."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! I really want to work hard for my N' levels, then O' levels. Just like what Mel and I discuss, we want to further our studies not in Singapore, but our favourite country - Melbourneeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3538758281241731781?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3538758281241731781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-for-keeping-it-all-in-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3538758281241731781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3538758281241731781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-for-keeping-it-all-in-bottle.html' title='I&apos;m sorry for keeping it all in a bottle.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0WbPxTxH6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/iWLtuTqGb6Y/s72-c/I_Miss_You_More_by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2344908502071477277</id><published>2010-01-04T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:32:46.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You had me at hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0HvlhgA-CI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BmwgIZAbREQ/s1600-h/738535524ba1bd0cec7dbe9fc8b0f49d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422878854257637410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0HvlhgA-CI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BmwgIZAbREQ/s400/738535524ba1bd0cec7dbe9fc8b0f49d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Just so I can get to you before the sun rise.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manage to blog. O: My hair is like wet now, so I'm waiting for it to dry (before I can sleep), then I'll off the com! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. When did I last blogged...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So on the 31st, what did I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I-was-a-homey-again! :c Yeah. And I was in bed. SICK. Before New Year! Had terrible sore throat, flu, and cramps. Yeah. Had Merissa's text to keep me company but I slept a lot to rest. SIGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN HAPPY NEW YEAR! YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st January&lt;/em&gt;: Had pizza for lunch and don't know how the hell did I eat it up with my braces on, thinking that it'll hurt. Well, it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd and 3rd January&lt;/em&gt;: I can only remember I went out with Mummy, Mel and Aunty Karen to Raffles City to shop. THEN, I ended up getting sick again. :c Mel was pretty ill, too! My migrane striked me again. Feeling that I couldn't breathe at all. Then I thought, am I lacking of oxygen or what? Immediately when I came home, I changed and went straight for a rest before dinner. Then the next day, went out to make my specs. It's red. AHHHHH. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today, 040110!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOKE UPPPPP so zzzz. Actually I didn't really sleep the whole night. Terrible sleep! :c Kept on turning, turning here and there. Not that I'm excited for school, but I couldn't really sleep. Sigh. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to school with Sarah. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And SOOOOOO many peepoz were in the sunken foyer already! Crowded, crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my duty is checking class. AGAIN. 3rd since I started duty when I was Sec 2. :c Kinda sick of it, actually. Oh wellz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to class. Oh my, it's near the chapel! Good thing, actually. God can protect us. I mean, THE WHOLE SCHOOL OF PEEPOZ, not only my class. God is always fair, right? c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Form teacher's Ms Saleha (teaching us Physics), and co. form teacher's Mr Albert Tan (teaching us English).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some activities before going back to class. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellz, not that bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... Mr Tan can talk reeeeeeeaaaaaaaal long &lt;em&gt;(no wonder he's a english teacher)&lt;/em&gt;, from economics, to school socks, to overseas, to???? I mean, :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RECESS! YAY! c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to tell this to all 1/2 08' and 2/2 09' that: I REALLY MISS YOU ALL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for the hugs, anyways. c: Yuki uh, aiyoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate with lunch buddiez and classmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehhh, how come we can't get our tables back yet. I was pretty upset. Hmmm. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess, we just set rules thingy. What's that called again? Gahh, don't know. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we arranged the tables. I'm sitting next to a vampire. Jade la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said that she is happy when she gets to torture me! And I hope the whole class didn't hear when she mentioned it during the activity. Aiyooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to fill up some forms, hand up our report books, and here comes our timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly object at one thing. Just one thing - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RECESS!&lt;/span&gt; :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to fill in my stomach to get energy to concentrate better in each lesson! What's more, recess is just one period! Lessons are two periods! And there are days that we have pretty hectic timetable. I just hope it'll change. Oh please. I need to eat! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with lunch buddiez - Merissa, Prissy and Little Beeeeeeee! c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to leave for CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, CCA is pretty... boring today. Not really much stuff. Just sectionals and onzome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walked home with a painful foot. Ouchie-wouchies OK! :c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH! Just to tell you peepoz who you know, drop by and read my blog often, that I &lt;em&gt;might not be able to blog that much&lt;/em&gt;. Depends on whether I come online. I mean, my MSN has gone crazy, retarded, haywire, I don't know what shitz more will it gimme, but I still have my Facebook of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT MEANS I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T BLOG MUCH&lt;/span&gt;, AND I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T TUMBLR MUCH&lt;/span&gt;! :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cries*. Gahhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those peepoz who see me in school, will still see me in school of course. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. My hair, is about, to be dry. Lol. I wanna go to sleep soon anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW - &lt;em&gt;need to bring lotsa books to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2344908502071477277?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2344908502071477277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-had-me-at-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2344908502071477277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2344908502071477277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title='You had me at hello.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/S0HvlhgA-CI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BmwgIZAbREQ/s72-c/738535524ba1bd0cec7dbe9fc8b0f49d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-6919331327133683035</id><published>2009-12-30T19:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:18:11.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only because it's the only way I can describe love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/Szs_O73l4TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/C7rViDLqEVk/s1600-h/Lost_In_a_Reddreams_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420996102292103474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/Szs_O73l4TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/C7rViDLqEVk/s400/Lost_In_a_Reddreams_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Love was never an advantage for me to know what being in a relationship is. Because I already know how people feel. I look into reality with my heart.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz peepoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today, 301209!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mavis! c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early this mornin'. 7.15am! :c&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry to my CCA people, that the outing was arranged in the morning! 99% my fault. Plus 1%. Fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought myself a Vanilla Frappe and a blueberry muffin for breakfast. Yummiezo! c:&lt;br /&gt;Started discussing outside Pastamania at TampinesMall. Then THERE WAS A FIRE DRILL. When we somehow had to 'evacuate' cause the announcement said so, we see people eating Long John Silvers', no movement from them. WOW, so we didn't need to evacuate. EMBARRASSING much. S: All for that stupid repeating annoying announcement.&lt;br /&gt;So we continued our discussion at Mcdonald's. Farhana, Alyssa, Chai Na and I will be in charge of gifts. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Went off to walk around with the 3 of them. Chit chat, time to buy sushis for picnic in the afternoon. Took a cab there. $10.60! Aiyuh. And the taxi driver still could take off his spectacles and wipe it while driving in the expressway? Excuse me, there is a passenger! I'll complain to my mum and give her your name to make you get outta the company then ya know. :c&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Mavis, Nell, Nell's sister (is it Danielle or something?), Nell's beloved (is it Max or something?) and Eunice. See, I don't know people's name well. I'm such a loser. Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So we set up the picnic mat and played some games. Oh man, coke and cheeseballs together for a punishment! That's scary, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Sherilyn and Jacq. Netto came! And we continued the game.&lt;br /&gt;And we shifted nearer to the bench to put our food and all. Started eating.&lt;br /&gt;Played, and omg! &lt;em&gt;I can skateboard! I didn't know that. I thought I would be a loser in it&lt;/em&gt;, but how come I can, you know, turn. Well, I just did the basics today, so I'm still considered a beginner. I even fell down, not really a bad fall, good for me. BUT MY CAMERA! It fell with me (aww man. :C I feel so bad!) and it now has scratches at the side. I think at two sides. It's a serious scratch, really! :c Poor cam. I'll handle you with more care, promise.&lt;br /&gt;Nell and her sister received a call. THEY HAVE TO GO BACK TO PHILIPPINES?! :c Nell cried. Poor girl. But she smiled. I had a picture of her smiling while having a tissue in her hands. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Started sitting around, chat, blew air bubble thingy, don't know what's that thang called but yeah. All those smashing was on the face was really funny. I didn't had any smashing. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, people came. I don't know them, but yeah. I left with Sherilyn, Eunice and Jacq. Netto first. It was a long walk, Eunice, thanks for making me burn some calories? O: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 14 back with Sherilyn and Jacq. Netto. IT WAS HILARIOUSLY funny in the bus. Odd one out all the time. So funny until I was tired, I needed a break and slept for a few minutes. Alighted, walked home, feeling so cold. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO OFFLINE FROM THE COM TILL SCHOOL STARTS. Or for how long I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause next year might be tough, and as years go, I might die but no, I'm gonna be alive. Not gonna let any shitass people get in my way from studying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to study! I kinda promised Merissa, too. SO, I want to have less computer time and more focus on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merissa! Thanks for the dedication in your blog! I love you, too! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO MERISSA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Merissa bestie! Awesome-est. Memories with you are kept well, man. Nothing beats it, haha! THANKS for sabotaging/teasing me as your favourite msn used-to-be pastime and now it's on in Facebook chat, lol. Grr! Hee. Alright, trying not to be sarcastic already! Oh wellz, without you there won't be entertainment, no one to share gossips with, no one to talk/eat lunch with our lunch buddiez etc! Even though we might not be in the same class, I'll miss you! Promise me that we'll meet each other after school to at least say 'hi' if we can't see each other for the day. :c Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO PRISCILLA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prissy! Funtastic, Fun+Fantastic to talk to, too! I know that we'll be in the same class next year, YAY! But still I'll never leave behind those memories we had together. Science tutorials, Literature tutorials, Math tutorials, all are enjoyable. c: Even all those messy/stupid/awesome scribbling on the board we all made, it's still nice to see! Haha. Love yaw!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO LI FENG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LITTLE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! :c&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my Chinese would have failed terribly and I would have drowned myself already.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for guiding me, AND ALSO, setting a right example for environment. Same class as you next year, so must guide me in my Chinese again, OK!&lt;br /&gt;HARHARHAR! c: Always take it cool, you know that we're here for you to make you cool down! YAY. Smile more, cause bees don't go buzzing around angry, but happily! Love yawz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO KIMBERLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM UH! I tell you uh, without you uh, no entertainment, REALLY! Haha. We'll be in the same class next year, too!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making up topics that we can talk all the way non-stop after school. Or even in class.&lt;br /&gt;You are one big sunshine to teachers, even us, and help cheer us up when we're down.&lt;br /&gt;All your lame jokes make sense and I like it. Because I can't stop laughing at it!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for imitating my laugh. Because it makes me laugh all the time. Love yawzzz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO LETITIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letitiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;We might not be in the same class. :c I know you used to sabo/tease me with Merissa. 9:&lt;br /&gt;But we can always go down for lunch if you are not eating lunch at home during the holidays, OK! Must call. Or text! c: Love yaw!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Same like Merissa, &lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE, WORLD! c:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS WORLD. Is getting so tough as I grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-6919331327133683035?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/6919331327133683035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-because-its-only-way-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6919331327133683035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/6919331327133683035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-because-its-only-way-i-can.html' title='Only because it&apos;s the only way I can describe love.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/Szs_O73l4TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/C7rViDLqEVk/s72-c/Lost_In_a_Reddreams_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2778812539063383345</id><published>2009-12-29T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:53:20.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone once told me that you have to choose, what you win or lose, you can't have everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzoPUnbKXGI/AAAAAAAAAck/VxAUyvrPi5g/s1600-h/Me___We_by_P0RG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661948348521570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzoPUnbKXGI/AAAAAAAAAck/VxAUyvrPi5g/s400/Me___We_by_P0RG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me is just myself. We is us. "We love us".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night was a total pissing part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUPID TICKETS SOLD OUT for our night movie! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have to watch the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Mel, Rachel and I still ate dinner together at Pastamania. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a funny laugh over stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we ate Frolick. YAY. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took some pictures outside Takashimaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today, 291209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh, 4 more days to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the morning, shivering from my heart-frightening dream for the moment. It wasn't a nightmare, but it was frightening. I thought it was real. (Merissa, if you're reading this, I know you're gonna think the other way again, but it's not. TOO BAD. HAHA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually awake at 8am because Rachel called. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I slept till I had this dream, and BOOMZ. 9am, I woke up with legs out of my bed already, like falling off.&lt;/em&gt; What the hell did I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The freaking bee that I saw a few days ago was still in my house?! :c or did it come back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chased it off from the window, kept on buzzing, really scary. LI FENG! YOUR FRIEND COME FIND ME UH! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went off to meet Mel on the train and dropped off at Somerset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought our tickets, and how I wish they could let us rate the QUEUE, not only the service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The service is quite alright, I meant the ticket person, whatever he/she is being called. But the queue is terrible! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golden Village is way better, ain't it! :/ Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at a japanese restaurant. Had pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the service was kinda bad. Mel and I were standing just beside the sign 'please wait to be seated', but NO ONE came to us for at least 2 minutes? Until the 'boss' noticed "oh there's two girls standing there. OK, lemme get the menu first".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alvin and The Chimpmunks 2 is pretty alright to watch, rather funny. I think it's more for kids, wanted to watch Avatar but the 3D one, ALL TICKETS were sold out! :c Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around with Frolick (AGAIN! I need to stay away from it for some time) in our hands and took pictures. Wanted to buy a Billabong cap for $19.90 but I don't like seeing my money go off so quickly, so yeah. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DADDY AND RACHEL KEPT ON CALLING ME like I was each their what, connection? Phone caller? Dude I'm not, alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And AT LAST Rachel had to tell me that she didn't need the free ticket I'm holding on to. "HER FRIEND HAS A FREE ONE". Wow, so I waited just to pass you the tickets, and all you say is that. Mel and I were bored, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a train back, (waves goodbye to Mel)*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Grand's house to eat dinner. YUMMIEZ. At least I was the only grandchild there to keep my grandparents company! c: They don't need to be so lonely just watching TV or cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, last day tomorrow to go out, OK! This week I'm going out three times! And what did I mostly spent on? FOOD. Argh! S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out for CCA outing in the morning @ Tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to picnic at East Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE BIRTHDAY, MAVIS! c: Now you're a year older just before 2010 starts. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-2778812539063383345?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/2778812539063383345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-once-told-me-that-you-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2778812539063383345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/2778812539063383345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-once-told-me-that-you-have-to.html' title='Someone once told me that you have to choose, what you win or lose, you can&apos;t have everything.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzoPUnbKXGI/AAAAAAAAAck/VxAUyvrPi5g/s72-c/Me___We_by_P0RG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-7361577002167043667</id><published>2009-12-28T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:58:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll chase past the tail lights, head for the skyline, hoping that, that won't change your faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzhTneWyMSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EW2xMxh03v4/s1600-h/Parsley_by_tarcinrengi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420174089169023266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzhTneWyMSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EW2xMxh03v4/s400/Parsley_by_tarcinrengi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;"I wish every human could read each other's heart from just a button of a life time. For those who can't confess their love, that's the worst thing. For those who wants to find out who truly loves them, that's the best thing."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning, woke up late. :/ Around 10 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the library around 11 plus to renew my books. THEN I REALIZE, that I could renew my books through internet. I was like, shitz. I'm really dumb not to know that. :c Wasted time travelling there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, bathed before going to Mel's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S while eating lunch, started watching the starting of Mall Cop the movie. Real funneh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to send Aunty Karen off to the airport. NEARLY LATE FOR HER FLIGHT! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Siglap Centre, then Uncle Victor went to the specs shop for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Mel's house again, went to her room and hang around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Victor drove Mel and I to Kallang Leisure Park at 5 plus. Ate early dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a hard time finding for Nadia and her neighbour, you know! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last we met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to queue up. Took pictures. FINALLY THE DOORS WERE OPEN. Some woman in the queue with such thick make-up (but she seems so familiar, it pisses me off), was talking REAL loud. Excuse me, it's public. LOWER your voice. You're a woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND OUR SEATS WERE PRETTY FAR FROM THE STAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for winning tickets from a Facebook contest, got it first, and this is what I got?! :c this is sad, sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least we gotta see Tabby! c: She was gooooooooood! But didn't get her autograph. :c Nevermind, TABITHA FTW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that Sylvia's performance was good. I liked her version of 'Yellow' by Coldplay! I don't get Sezairi's Virtual Insanity song, but I liked his 'Crazy' by Aerosmith song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, Sezairi won. Oh wellz. :/ Congrats then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home late! But Mel and I were hungry, so dropped by 7-11 and grabbed Paus to eat. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathed, slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, 281209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up around 9 plus in the mornin'. When I opened my eyes, I was like, "Huh, who's that person in blue walking around the house?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS MY MUM. Scared me. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took leave. Oh wellz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to iron my school uniform for school in a week. SCHOOL's back, in a week! :c Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellz, better than staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to watch Alvin and The Chimpmunks later on at night with Mel and Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have yet to get scotch tape. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsalove, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-7361577002167043667?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/7361577002167043667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-chase-past-tail-lights-head-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7361577002167043667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/7361577002167043667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-chase-past-tail-lights-head-for.html' title='I&apos;ll chase past the tail lights, head for the skyline, hoping that, that won&apos;t change your faith.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzhTneWyMSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EW2xMxh03v4/s72-c/Parsley_by_tarcinrengi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-888206344889727930</id><published>2009-12-26T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:05:51.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning strike, inside my chest to keep me up at night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzYaqBpvMVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CYu54dXbiVY/s1600-h/sunday_morning__by_indiae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419548510887293266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzYaqBpvMVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CYu54dXbiVY/s400/sunday_morning__by_indiae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Meet me at your best behaviour, meet me at your worst.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;! c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry for the late wish and 'not blogging' since... Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was up for Christmas preparations. So yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas Eve, 241209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely Christmas Eve alone, OK! Rachel, Mummy and Daddy working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a damn homey. How nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with Sarah. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it had to rain. Grr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to grand's house to eat! Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY, 251209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(people said I looked like some Indie-ish person going to gym. Whhhhhaaaat?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh, it was a beautiful morning with sunshine. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for that. Cause I didn't want it to rain on Christmas! Or it'll be too gloomy for me. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started wrapping "last minute" stuffs. Oopsie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then stuff my Christmas dress (that I wanted to change to before dinner but failed to, because I was too lazy) inside my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate noodles for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon it was 3 plus and Aunty Lucy fetched us! Then off to fetch Mel up the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy was it hot. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we reached Uncle Dominic+Aunty Jenny's house, it was raining really heavily. :c Sadly, Mel and I couldn't go outdoors to take pictures, so we took indoors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a epic fail. I can't capture a jump shot. Mel can't capture mine, too. Maybe my body doesn't like me jumping too much. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we helped out in the kitchen for dinner. &lt;em&gt;Mel and I "got retired" because we couldn't really cook. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, I need improvement in my Home Ec! I had a hard time getting out the white part of the red capsicums! Sadly, next year I'm not in F&amp;amp;N.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were retired from cooking, then off to play Wii! Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon Aunty Karen, Uncle Victor, Grandma and Grandpa are here! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we stopped playing Wii, and went out of the "cosy room" to the dining table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fish. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon Mabel, Darren and Uncle Tony was here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to go off in Uncle Dominic's car with Rachel, Mel, Darren and Mabel for Mcdonald's Drivethru for the kid's dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, shocking news of Mabel. I shall not reveal it. Mel, I think you'll know. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally back to the house for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew, David and... what's the other guy's name again? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah they were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ate, take poloroid photos, pictures, ice cream time. Yummiez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I ended up crying at the last part in the room. Shhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was angry with someone, so was Mel and Rachel, I guess. :c Man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, dead tired and sad, still have to bathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;BOXING DAY, 261209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I opened my presents already. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at about 10 plus?! :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept at 2am yesterday cause I was uploading Christmas photos and my hair wasn't dry yet, so yeah. Needed lotsa sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! Then I saw on Channel News Asia, the news said some crazy woman in red pushed the Pope! I was so angry. &gt;:c But the Pope continued the Christmas mass for 2 hours. POWER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon was boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I took a short 15 mins nap. It wasn't really a nap. Dad couldn't even get himself the scotch tape and had to get me to get it. :c Spoiled my "nap".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mummy immediately said to go out for dinner and shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MY NAP WAS GONE. How nice. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed, went to Tampines for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a hairband from Helen. And a tights from Cotton On. Yay, but boy was it crowded. The sales people were high, seriously. Heard that some crazy woman cut the queue. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I find scotch tape from Popular?! Am I the one blind, or is there NO scotch tape. Aiyuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, bought juice from supermarket to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I heard two cats talk today, OK. I'm not joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cat (Rachel and my favourite) was like following us to the lift when we said 'hi!', then on our way, there was another cat (used to be my favourite but naw), and our favourite cat went to eat and said, 'hhhhhhaaaaaoooowwwwwww?!'. It was like saying, "HOW?!". And the other cat said, "Wwwwwwwwwyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeee?!". It was like saying, "Why?!". Another orange cat leaning against some bikes was watching the show, lol. Sadly, the cat which said 'why', left for the carpark, walking so slowly like it's so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel said to our favourite cat, "Look at me if it's your girlfriend." but the cat didn't look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look at me if it's your enemy." and it looked. We asked three times and it looked at us three times! Oh no. ENEMY cats. &lt;em&gt;But they look like they were in love! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I'm tired. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-888206344889727930?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/888206344889727930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/lightning-strike-inside-my-chest-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/888206344889727930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/888206344889727930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/lightning-strike-inside-my-chest-to.html' title='Lightning strike, inside my chest to keep me up at night.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzYaqBpvMVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CYu54dXbiVY/s72-c/sunday_morning__by_indiae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1157885710691623627</id><published>2009-12-23T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:31:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't lose that image of you in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzHATZZc0gI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gFbeHht5XIY/s1600-h/Forever_In_Reverie_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418323266171097602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzHATZZc0gI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gFbeHht5XIY/s400/Forever_In_Reverie_by_monislawa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Meet me on the equinox, meet me halfway.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early today. Didn't wanna get outta bed but I know I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked to school and this big school bus was slowly following me out. I was thinking, what is it doing? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey was first to reach school. I was second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I guess we're early. The school is soooo empty. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon more people came, and we started our duty at 8 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooahh, I didn't see a repeat of my name for next year's Sec 1s. I'm not saying that I don't want another 'Regine' to come inside the school but it feels awkward. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad, the students and parents were pretty friendly. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon some of us went up to the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called for the student leaders helping out in the sec 1 classes to wrap-up all those admin stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to go to the 4th level to 1-8. Aiyuh. 3 times, exercise a bit yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bernice, Hsin Ning, Audrey and I-had-difficulty-selling-water-but-somehow-Joey-and-Jolene-could-sell! O: Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The queue for buying uniforms were super long! S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after de-brief, we could go homeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch myself. At home. &lt;em&gt;Kinda lonely, but this yellow bird suddenly landed at the top of my window pane. So cute, it kept chirping while I was eating chicken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1157885710691623627?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1157885710691623627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-cant-lose-that-image-of-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1157885710691623627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1157885710691623627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-cant-lose-that-image-of-you-in.html' title='I just can&apos;t lose that image of you in my head.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzHATZZc0gI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gFbeHht5XIY/s72-c/Forever_In_Reverie_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3510678586691740110</id><published>2009-12-22T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:25:05.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When people say things that bring you to your knees, I'll catch you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzDEwJEPYoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lhq3qHFsnW8/s1600-h/i__m_ok_being_last_by_mumbojumbo89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418046683073176194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzDEwJEPYoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lhq3qHFsnW8/s400/i__m_ok_being_last_by_mumbojumbo89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I couldn't believe that happened.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I &lt;em&gt;woke up with a dream&lt;/em&gt;. I protected someone* from whatever gun shots that were appearing in my dreams. Maybe Merissa will think &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; way, but it isn't, OK! :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's someone on my Facebook friend list. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. EEEEEEEEEEEEK. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(shakes my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school today to help out with the last preparation for tomorrow's Sec 1 registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH we had to paintttttttt. The walls that looks a little un-welcoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right now at home I'm still having white paint spots on my hands! Stupid white small splatters. Gonna bathe AGAIN. Aiyuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arranged tables&amp;amp;chairs, cut out some paper into squares and the wind was SO STRONG it irritated me. :C So I decided to paint instead. But the bad thing was I got little paint splatters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Megan, Joey and I were walking towards the toilet to wash the palettes, behind us was this old guy. And he suddenly said, "Ey, your skirt got some white paint. Later you go out you look so cheap!" and all that. Then I found out it was just a tiny swip of white paint on the top. WTH, it was last time's painting. Punch his face then he know. &gt;:c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After washing, it was already 2 plus, so Joey and I went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought bubbletea. Oh finally! Cause I've haven been drinking for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came homeeee and it was about 3 plus already. Started raining and it was cold. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy pissed me off while going to grand's house. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the food cheered me up. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY TOMORROW! Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, 3 more days to Christmas! C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3510678586691740110?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3510678586691740110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-people-say-things-that-bring-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3510678586691740110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3510678586691740110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-people-say-things-that-bring-you.html' title='When people say things that bring you to your knees, I&apos;ll catch you.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SzDEwJEPYoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lhq3qHFsnW8/s72-c/i__m_ok_being_last_by_mumbojumbo89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-4297957636625502810</id><published>2009-12-21T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:23:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you I'll never be as strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/Sy90GiGBJ-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ii97Fwypang/s1600-h/HOPE_by_Licks_Ninjas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417676532330080226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/Sy90GiGBJ-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ii97Fwypang/s400/HOPE_by_Licks_Ninjas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hope, AND believe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came home not long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN, the recent spammer&lt;/strong&gt;, well, &lt;em&gt;did spoil my mood, but what can I do?&lt;/em&gt; I can't be killing that person. People judge so quickly. Why is the world like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Emma, Jacq. Netto, Kathleen, Charlotte and Kim to Vivo City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said I look like a genie... jipsy? Is that how I spell that word? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at some hong kong food place, something called... Central? I don't know, but it's pretty alright. C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kim and I ate ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, Jacq. Netto mistaken another woman as Charlotte, while we were in Watsons! :O Couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went off to shop around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And got Emma her birthday prezzie from The Body Shop. YAY. C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon I had to go off. :C (waves)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Nadia at City Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Raffles City to eat BENS&amp;amp;JERRYs ice cream, her treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Daddy fetched us to Mediacorp to collect our tickets to Singapore Idol grand finale. Oh wellz. The place is pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fetched Nadia home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally reached homeee. (tired)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to school tomorrow for the last briefing before Sec 1 orientation on Wednesday. Gahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-4297957636625502810?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/4297957636625502810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/without-you-ill-never-be-as-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4297957636625502810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/4297957636625502810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/without-you-ill-never-be-as-strong.html' title='Without you I&apos;ll never be as strong.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/Sy90GiGBJ-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ii97Fwypang/s72-c/HOPE_by_Licks_Ninjas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-1685027429822802516</id><published>2009-12-20T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:07:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From your face, your eyes are burning to me. You saved me, you gave me just what I needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/Sy4a1p8PXhI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pnxqy-2cK0k/s1600-h/so_kiss_me_and_smile_for_me__by_CosTosy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417296910867193362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/Sy4a1p8PXhI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pnxqy-2cK0k/s400/so_kiss_me_and_smile_for_me__by_CosTosy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To me, you're strange and you're beautiful.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I didn't blog yesterday. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just a homey. But but, I took an afternoon nap. C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today, 201209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;OMG, 5 more days to Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;(excluding today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had tuition. A Math is killin me. Square roots. Well, calculations for Physics, too! All those Velocity, Acceleration and all. Aiyuh. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schools startin in 2 weeks! &lt;strong&gt;REE, GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went out with Mummy and Rachel to Bugis Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate Crystal Jade for lunch! Yummiez. But some lady was chatting with another lady REAL LOUD. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started shopping around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a shorts for 25 bucks. :O Another BIGGGG three-quarters brown pants. Looks like Aladdin, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought sandals. Wanted a blue one BUT the lady didn't have it. D:&lt;&gt; &lt;div&gt;Earring stud, too. A rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanky you, Mummy. C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I actually need new pumps/shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need new school shoes, too. Current Nike one is gonna spoil. Actually, it is already. The front part! :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out for Emma's birthday tomorrowww afternoon at Vivo City! C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then have to leave early. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia, as promised, treating ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we're off to collect our tickets. Yay. C: BUT THE PLACE IS SO FAR AWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-1685027429822802516?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/1685027429822802516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-your-face-your-eyes-are-burning-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1685027429822802516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/1685027429822802516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-your-face-your-eyes-are-burning-to.html' title='From your face, your eyes are burning to me. You saved me, you gave me just what I needed.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/Sy4a1p8PXhI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pnxqy-2cK0k/s72-c/so_kiss_me_and_smile_for_me__by_CosTosy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3940117367964629130</id><published>2009-12-18T13:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:09:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SysX0oJse4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/AmIAmmMWOMY/s1600-h/Breathe_Autumn_by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416449169741872002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SysX0oJse4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/AmIAmmMWOMY/s400/Breathe_Autumn_by_lorelix04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Wonder how you've been.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday, 171209.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a homey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up 1 minute earlier than my alarm, AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letitia, Fran and I went to school yesterday to collect our books and stuffs. Damn was it heavy. Well, I managed to get home, at least. Kinda struggled, and the elderly whom I walked past was like looking at me curiously. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning was raining, actually. And it rained in the afternoon again. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate dinner at grand's. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Today, 181209.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyooooo, in less than two weeks or so, school's gonna reopen. Time to get back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel's off to Malaysia for a short trip with our relatives. See you! :C (waves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school today at 9am for the briefing of next week's Sec 1 Registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, &lt;em&gt;we have a new vice-principal?! Where's Miss Teo?! :C &lt;/em&gt;We saw the new one, &lt;em&gt;Mdm Koh&lt;/em&gt;. Omg, she looks... stern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;em&gt;another HOD of Math&lt;/em&gt;, Mr Tan. Mr Albert Tan, I think. Eeee, where's Miss Masura?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I heard from Mr Poh while he was briefing us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are all the nice people going off! :C Aiyuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after briefing, we went to the hall to unstack chairs and arranged them. Saw Letitia and Fran practicing their Chingay danceeee. C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'll have to go back to school twice next week. Pretty packed week for me. Cause &lt;em&gt;Christmas is so soon&lt;/em&gt;, and I still gotta attend the grand finale of Singapore Idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate lunch with Letitia and Fran. C: THEN WE SAW MR LEE AND MISS YU. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought us kinderjoy to eat. HARHARHAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition this Sunday. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I want to wrap my books with the plastic thingy. Gahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;updated at night&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just wanna tell this to&lt;/span&gt; the latest random spammer on my blog, if you are reading this: &lt;strong&gt;I will not entertain you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; This is my blog, I can say whatever I want. I don't harm anyone, &lt;em&gt;so... buzz off and away, alright?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's so sad that people are so quick to judge nowadays, but it only made me a stronger person at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3940117367964629130?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3940117367964629130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-soul-sister-i-dont-want-to-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3940117367964629130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3940117367964629130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-soul-sister-i-dont-want-to-miss.html' title='Hey, soul sister I don&apos;t want to miss a single thing you do.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SysX0oJse4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/AmIAmmMWOMY/s72-c/Breathe_Autumn_by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-3539953723070461365</id><published>2009-12-16T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:40:33.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a darkness deep in you, a frightening magic I cling to. Give me a chance to hold on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyhG7r0U26I/AAAAAAAAAbk/EF9jWHnaMRw/s1600-h/fioletoweIDnaBB_by_paranoidalna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415656543101442978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyhG7r0U26I/AAAAAAAAAbk/EF9jWHnaMRw/s400/fioletoweIDnaBB_by_paranoidalna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I've been secretly falling apart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't update yesterday. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yesterday, 151209.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mel to town.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a similar top!&lt;br /&gt;And ate BENS&amp;amp;JERRYs. Mel drank Bubbletea. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT STARTED RAINING. Argh, it stopped us from taking pictures eventually. :C&lt;br /&gt;So we took a bit of the indoors in the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Gummy bears all around the empty way to esplanade. Also with paper artwork. Really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Made our way by train to grand's house for dinner. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;But the food's nice. C: Always nice. Yummiez.&lt;br /&gt;Came home.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Rachel nagged. Both are becoming the SAME. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today, 161209.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woke up at 9am again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always waking up earlier than a minute before my alarm clock rings. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;I was so having a massive headache this morning from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, won tickets for Singapore Idol. :O Omg uh.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Mel along. C: Nadia tagging along, too. How about the other ticket? :C&lt;br /&gt;Updated Tumblrrrrrr! &lt;a href="http://www.electricalblueberryree.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://www.electricalblueberryree.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a homey today, AGAIN. :C Boringgg.&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna read another book that I just started reading.&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I smell rain... :C&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, I want some sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-3539953723070461365?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/3539953723070461365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-darkness-deep-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3539953723070461365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/3539953723070461365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-darkness-deep-in-you.html' title='There is a darkness deep in you, a frightening magic I cling to. Give me a chance to hold on.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyhG7r0U26I/AAAAAAAAAbk/EF9jWHnaMRw/s72-c/fioletoweIDnaBB_by_paranoidalna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-5456641802530282120</id><published>2009-12-13T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:21:53.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my prize possession, one and only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyUIsrIA32I/AAAAAAAAAbc/xYNTA3Rd1KM/s1600-h/girl+with+moustache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414743690566492002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyUIsrIA32I/AAAAAAAAAbc/xYNTA3Rd1KM/s400/girl+with+moustache.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Everytime I replay back my past and think about you doing funny stuffs, it makes me smile.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyawz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the mood to blog yesterday and today actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY MSN BROKE DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Saturday, 121209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the morning and met Mel, Aunty Karen and Uncle Victor for breakfast, with Rachel. Ate lunch at this noodle shop. I liked the noodles. And how I wish I could eat normally. Braces can be annoying. Actually, it is. Grrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel and I alighted at the gym area. We first went to a catholic bookshop to browse around. Pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunty Jenny wasn't there yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were lotsa people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, &lt;em&gt;Banana and Avocado drink is nice. I like it. :/&lt;/em&gt; Mel likes it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while Aunty Jenny came. So we started gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel and I were trying out the equipments. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the cycling thingy, whatever it is. And some rubber thing that can be pulled to stretch our arms. Coolioz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we did boxing! C: Ouch, forgotten to cut my nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcus came, hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we did some ladder thingy on the floor, which made me have blisters. :C Ouchie-wouchies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left for Aunty Jenny's house. Took pictures with Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Christmas tree is put up! YAY! C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wrapped prezzies for Aunty Jenny, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ate a bit of cake! Omg, I gotta train my teeth. It still can't bite. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove off for dinner at Changi Airport, T3. Mel and I had to change our bottom cause it was too short. S: HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone wanted to eat Swensens... :C Uncle Dominic had to queue. Poor thing! Cause it was a long long queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we ate at Hong Kong Cafe! C: With Mel, Rachel, Aunty Karen and Uncle Victor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I could swallow the congee. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday, 131209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie dokie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a boring day. I just stayed home and read storybooks and texting. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't use the com the whole damn afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I took some nap as soon as dinner was done. Yummiez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Today, 141209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dreamt that I was eating Pizza normally, with braces on. HOW GOOD! I wish I could do that now. I miss eating some junk food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind. Yoghurt FTW. C: I'm so scared that I lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia and I are TRYING to get Singapore Idol grand finale tickets. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to town to buy Christmas prezzies tonight with Mummy and Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out with Mel tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveloads, Regine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214453405893518768-5456641802530282120?l=missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/feeds/5456641802530282120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-my-prize-possession-one-and-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5456641802530282120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214453405893518768/posts/default/5456641802530282120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missree-chasingthesun.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-my-prize-possession-one-and-only.html' title='You&apos;re my prize possession, one and only.'/><author><name>Regine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294950659654409856</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/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyUIsrIA32I/AAAAAAAAAbc/xYNTA3Rd1KM/s72-c/girl+with+moustache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214453405893518768.post-2567059959922647108</id><published>2009-12-11T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:39:02.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This world keeps spinning faster, to a new disaster, so I run to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyI-6TwJS5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/gxqpY5fs1Nw/s1600-h/another+poem+that+I%27ll+think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413958873508301714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2dKI-mcjfA/SyI-6TwJS5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/gxqpY5fs1Nw/s400/another+poem+that+I%27ll+think.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Into your heart I'll beat again, sweet as candy to my soul.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyawz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was a homey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just went to Facebook, completed some of my English homework, and tried to read finish a storybook I borrowed, but failed to. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Daddy had to buy rice?! For dinner. I couldn't even bite on it. INDIGESTION for me, ya know. 4 teeth gone. Aiyuh. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today, 111209!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span
