<?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-4302456581962226867</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:22:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alecia's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</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>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6198373261855551815</id><published>2012-02-14T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T05:01:09.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines!</title><content type='html'>well, Today's Valentines' Day ;D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been posting on my blog for quite sometime alr. :D I think this is the first post of the year ? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentines ? (: Worth it, I received so many valentines' gift from many people (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah, not much to post anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna step down from all activities soon ): Hais, that just means the teacher can pressurize us more than usual. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just damn sad..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nah, I'm more active twitter~ so maybe you can follow me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is if you can find me (: ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; one last thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6198373261855551815?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6198373261855551815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6198373261855551815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6198373261855551815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3638261369175256446</id><published>2011-12-19T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T05:52:13.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahhh. It's kind of funny. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I started having this kind of mindset,&lt;br /&gt;but it's honestly freaking me out. ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, i'm thinking far too ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's seriously weird. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; ugh, sometimes I really find people superbly fricken' annoying . &lt;br /&gt;and hell with it, &lt;br /&gt;it's either most of us do not have a matured thinking or&lt;br /&gt;i'm like getting problems. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3638261369175256446?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3638261369175256446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3638261369175256446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3638261369175256446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-5626350370021229204</id><published>2011-12-13T02:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:08:47.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never do a job that you hate.</title><content type='html'>Never Do A Job That You Dislike Or Hate So Much. &lt;div&gt;Never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I regret this decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I really understand why our interests is important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are really interested and happy in what you're doing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will excel in it, regardless of the difficulties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you would do the tasks with good feelings and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you find it fun and not time wasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate doing this so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it to the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am regretting the decision I made 3 years ago .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-5626350370021229204?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5626350370021229204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-do-job-that-you-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5626350370021229204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5626350370021229204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-do-job-that-you-hate.html' title='Never do a job that you hate.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7024463297523237842</id><published>2011-11-30T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T04:46:46.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha-ha&lt;div&gt;Feelings of the heart and not the mind, somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me seems to be 2 very different things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; now, i just don't find any meaning behind having a bgr, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps, I'm the sort of person that considers all possibilities and risks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kind of person that thinks too much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kind of personality, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah, honestly, who the hell wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7024463297523237842?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7024463297523237842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-ha-feelings-of-heart-and-not-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7024463297523237842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7024463297523237842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-ha-feelings-of-heart-and-not-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1955637417275204104</id><published>2011-11-30T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T04:22:43.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just different.. &lt;div&gt;If i were to break down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'll run out to a place where no  one will know where I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they can't find me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and start to huddle close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and start thinking deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confusion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I have any desire about you anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just seem so unconcerned... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like nothing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i guess that's life for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is perfect or just right for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TBH, i wanna get out of everything except my studies now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna turn to a complete robot and only care about studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I just can't do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't a robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1955637417275204104?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1955637417275204104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/maybe-im-just-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1955637417275204104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1955637417275204104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/maybe-im-just-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-699533394651543260</id><published>2011-11-21T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:54:51.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tbh, my sort of relationship? &lt;div&gt;hah, I don't like it over a screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It treasure all sorts of relationships, but just not over a damn screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it that technology has crippled us in the area of face-to-face kind of talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like you sms/email this person everyday of your life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yet, you have never spoken a word to him/her face-to-face before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's this. nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike this kind of stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh. some random thought . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-699533394651543260?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/699533394651543260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/tbh-my-sort-of-relationship-hah-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/699533394651543260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/699533394651543260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/11/tbh-my-sort-of-relationship-hah-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4387278001620969036</id><published>2011-10-18T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:58:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FORGET IT . I DON'T WANNA A FUCK GO OUT ANYMORE. &lt;div&gt;I'M SO BLOODY PISSED UNTIL TEARS CAN FALL LAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY GRANDMA MORE THAN YOU CAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S WHY I HESITATED ON GOING OUT, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE I WANTED TO HAVE LUNCH WITH HER BEFORE SHE FLIES TO CHINA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN IT, IT WASN'T BECAUSE I WANTED TO GO TO FREAKING COMPASS POINT WITH YOU .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN IT. I'M SO BLOODY PISSED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FORGET IT. YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE IT'S A GODDAMN SIN TO GO OUT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T FUCK WANNA GO ANYMORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FUCK IT .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S WHAT I FEEL .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GODDAMN IT. I AM GOING TO BLOODY HELL STAY THE FUCK AT HOME AND BE TAMED LIKE A DAMN PET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU JUST MAKE THINGS SOUND LIKE EVERYTHING IS MY FAULT . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEVER YOURS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMETIMES, HAVE YOU WONDERED OR CONSIDERED MY FEELINGS ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DON'T EVEN SHARE WHAT YOU FEEL WITH ME ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SHARE WITH YOU ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE FEELING IS MUTUAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FUCK IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4387278001620969036?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4387278001620969036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/forget-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4387278001620969036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4387278001620969036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/forget-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-668751042746535256</id><published>2011-10-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:36:30.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatthefuck, whatthefuck. &lt;div&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum, i wanna go out tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ehub with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY LEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY LEH, the only one holiday you plan to go out! Everyday you go ehub already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DO NOT GO TO EHUB EVERYDAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN THAT DAY? THE CHALET ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DID NOT GO TO THE EHUB ONE, I WENT TO THE PASIR RIS PARK ONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHATEVER LA, UP TO YOU, YOU WANT TO GO OUT THEN GO OUT LARH, I DON'T CARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then , recently, i got interest in some books :\ want to buy them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i asked :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum, can i buy books tomorrow ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIBRARY BOOKS FINISH ALREADY ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finish alr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN TOMORROW ME &amp;amp; YOUR BROTHER GOING TO COMPASS, PASS YOUR LIBRARY BOOKS TO HIM. WE INTEND TO GO THERE GET HAIRCUT AND DINNER. SO AT HOME YOU SETTLE YOURSELF , SINCE I KNOW YOU GOING OUT. USE YOUR OWN MONEY BUY THE BOOKS LA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fuck . I SAID 11- 6 PM. then she slashed out at me. WHAT, SO LATE. D&amp;lt; ARGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE HELL DID I DO . WHAT'S THIS DAMN TONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIDN'T EVEN SHOUT AT YOU. DAMN IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYDAY LIKE THIS, AND EXPECT ME TO GIVE A POSITIVE TONE TO YOUR EVERY RESPONSE AND QUESTIONS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE HECK .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH, I'M SO BLOODY PISSED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DO KNOW, I DID NOT GO OUT FOR QUITE SOMETIME ALREADY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH. BLOODY PISSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-668751042746535256?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/668751042746535256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/whatthefuck-whatthefuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/668751042746535256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/668751042746535256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/whatthefuck-whatthefuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2227370287726111678</id><published>2011-10-13T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T04:19:27.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ughhh, i can't be at rest. &lt;div&gt;it's like i'm some wandering ghost that can never rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2227370287726111678?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2227370287726111678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/ughhh-i-cant-be-at-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2227370287726111678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2227370287726111678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/ughhh-i-cant-be-at-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2272419819996897681</id><published>2011-10-13T03:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:18:25.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, honestly, i couldn't sleep yesterday because of this. ughhhh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have to buck up. This cannot continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot, absolutely cannot happen at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2272419819996897681?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2272419819996897681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/argh-honestly-i-couldnt-sleep-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2272419819996897681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2272419819996897681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/argh-honestly-i-couldnt-sleep-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8666669265379730223</id><published>2011-09-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:26:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really afraid one day, i may just die from this. &lt;div&gt;I am afraid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8666669265379730223?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8666669265379730223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-really-afraid-one-day-i-may-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8666669265379730223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8666669265379730223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-really-afraid-one-day-i-may-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6095319923716150037</id><published>2011-08-24T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T03:02:49.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300th post.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, i don't want to give a fuck about npcc anymore.&lt;div&gt;there's this instructors course. wtfuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i want is the rank, not being the instructor for CL camp, not the CI at all! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. I thought i could just have my decent few months left into the year, and no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i don't want to care about such things!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's distracting and fucking annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been burying myself in schoolwork today, but can't escape the thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is been officially a ranting post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so ironic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i am here ranting and being stupidly annoying &amp;amp; fuck, i can't describe this feeling!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; my neighbours are playing children music and singing to it with their kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a sight, what a sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't mind if the world ends today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This generation of kids, is impossible to handle, even myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so agree, although this concerns myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honestly, people are getting too spoilt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the world ends, it just solves everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people would stop fighting and starts to WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people would cherish life more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; think more realistic, think that there is no time to waste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world might end again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, the world had ended before, and we had just picked up everything from the start again, and now, the cycle repeats itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; really, cca is getting in the way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they say they want education to improve, and BAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cca occupies even our weekends to rest from studying so that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can have a fresh mind to start on our homework on sunday &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepare for school the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT NO, they had to like MAKE USE of the TIME THEY HAVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO Do the fucking thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If in the first place, this did not happen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wouldn't have to go back during the holidays and have so many irrelevent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuffs to do, and we wouldn't have to compete !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; whothehell started cca competitions, especially UGs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO COMMON SENSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS ME RANTING .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK, I AM SO PISSED &amp;amp; GREATLY ANNOYED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6095319923716150037?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6095319923716150037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/300th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6095319923716150037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6095319923716150037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/300th-post.html' title='300th post.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8251612598485491109</id><published>2011-08-03T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T02:54:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops :X</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone reads my blog anymore? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\ Chemistry test tomorrow, i'm just so freaking lazy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawd, i better finish up my compo before dinner &amp;amp; then (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUGGG!!! RAWR .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, Cca do suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look,  haven't you notice the unit went down alr when YOU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took over, so don't blame us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you misguided the juniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; apparently, i'm giving up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tests just like nearly everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the hell do you want me to find time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for cca?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; wtshit time management, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel to fucked up right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhi hong said " time is like hard to find now~ like gold~ " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in chinese larh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sooooooooo agree with that can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn it, Can't wait for DECEMBER TO COME!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my holidays, &amp;amp; i just realised that i have block booking this year -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is also known as bridging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is also known as, coming back to school during the holidays to study -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how, unreasonable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, it's worth it! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because... next year, i can finally fully concentrate on my studies!!! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, nothing much to say, just random~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8251612598485491109?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8251612598485491109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/oops-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8251612598485491109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8251612598485491109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/oops-x.html' title='oops :X'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-5883658267249643</id><published>2011-07-27T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T05:55:25.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teary post.</title><content type='html'>Feeling like breaking down alr lar. &lt;div&gt;I am not a robot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even robot has to shut down sometime to prevent overheating of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;machinery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, teachers, i know you are under instructions to complete the syllabus on time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i really can't take it no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cca &amp;amp; studies is really pulling me apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't believe it, i actually laughed when the teacher reprimanded me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have i gone crazy or what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, it's really pulling me apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i am typing this on the 27th of July 2011, at 850pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on the verge of tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say sec3 life is the most enjoyable one, yes, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time, it's the most un-enjoyable one, up to the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't experience being a sec4 student yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Blog, for letting me to rant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lending me a listening ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love you . (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not doing well in cca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not doing well in my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally out of time to rest, or rather..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a moment to catch my breath . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it's funny that i am forced ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which part of what i said was funny at all ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I care about my studies much more than you think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're just trying to be a bastard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTARD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-5883658267249643?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5883658267249643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/teary-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5883658267249643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5883658267249643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/teary-post.html' title='teary post.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2561230710297038279</id><published>2011-07-25T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T06:13:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbering topics.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Simply amazing. &lt;div&gt;Didn't know you could be that ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH. Maths lessons is getting ridiculous and annoying -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blame the Trainee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.- I know they are fast but , is this your first day here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please, so what if we were first class, it doesn't mean that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have higher intellect, or higher IQ, EQ, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor do we work/learn faster than the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE AREN'T GENIUSES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap, i have geography worksheet to do &amp;amp; i am here blogging about my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, i feel a sense of 'achievement'. -.- ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn, i wanted to buy a pack of cookies but they didn't sell, today just sucked much ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, i have to study. but, there is no motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's loads of things pushing me back, away from studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, CCA. it's just getting to me sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i like my position in my cca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think the people i'm training likes me much ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i hope they'd be thankful for what my batch has taught &amp;amp; teaching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all in the mind, in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really, it's really getting to me that many people wants to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psychiatrists, psychologists, or just hypnotherapist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these jobs has to do with the human mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\  well, aren't surprised as many people are like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' hey, these people are stupid enough to do such ridiculous things , why!? ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; they start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah. wow, fascinating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aren't you the 'fascinating' one ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about why others think/act these way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; what made you think they were doing ridiculous acts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instinct, came to your mind, the instant you saw them doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; -ting- hoho, they are stupid . -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, just blabbering away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you've just read, is nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some random info/description, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came up without planning ahead, or whatsoever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just on the spot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so don't blame me if there's err.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2561230710297038279?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2561230710297038279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/blabbering-topics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2561230710297038279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2561230710297038279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/blabbering-topics.html' title='Blabbering topics.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-128304193780317063</id><published>2011-07-20T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:47:50.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps.</title><content type='html'>Hais. I really am in a really bad mood. bad mood as in, depressed/stressed out. &lt;div&gt;Seriously, wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just realised that i can never avoid people with all sorts of personality in life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; that sometimes, I just have to live with it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got really depressed, today. :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask why .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got many things running thru my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that today I had the urge to type everything out into blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official! i'm the president. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow is the day where we have to wear ethnic costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wear the malay one~ ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad thing is there's PE tomorrow &amp;amp; gym stuffs to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't think i like you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sometimes, i feel that you're just getting on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jealousy turned to annoyance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you don't have to show it off . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is just difficult for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality is getting twisted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or either that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's getting too real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; fuck the presentation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm missing maths. wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a fucking important subj, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i don't understand a fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about logarithm in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive my vulgarities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I had to use them, I just wanted to emphasize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comeon, I have to survive for 4more months, &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm over and done with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i wanted to talk to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is because I wanted someone i can trust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to talk to, to ask for advice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask for help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a listening ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't ask for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-128304193780317063?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/128304193780317063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/perhaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/128304193780317063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/128304193780317063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3177832046265106187</id><published>2011-06-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:51:31.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression &amp; anxiety disorder... Most likely..</title><content type='html'>I was wrong to think I could change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Life as a cadet leader is just not cut out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to believe that I might suffer &lt;br /&gt;From anxiety disorder...&lt;br /&gt;I've got half the symptoms.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I can't even sleep a full 6hours. &lt;br /&gt;I just keep tossing and turning in bed.. &lt;br /&gt;Just a brief moment of smth that pops into my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doomed for, I won't be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it ):&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say I feel that I suffer from anxiety disorder&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe a little depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't so great as a sec3 after all. It sucks completely. &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking, can't stop wondering, worrying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe I was wrong to think that you would notice me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3177832046265106187?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3177832046265106187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/depression-anxiety-disorder-most-likely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3177832046265106187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3177832046265106187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/depression-anxiety-disorder-most-likely.html' title='Depression &amp; anxiety disorder... Most likely..'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7956081609382807546</id><published>2011-06-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:19:43.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework !!</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see, my homework completion rate:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[^] English Comprehension + Summary ( half )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x] English Newsletter Proj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x] Chinese words meaning worksheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Chinese compo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Chinese Letter writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Chinese Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x] E Maths Assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] A Maths Assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x]Physics Quiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Physics 10-yr series ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Biology Workbook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Biology 10-yr series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x] Social Studies Proj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap! Shall chiong ! :3 nerd time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Shall make the effort to update my blog more often!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, it's time management problem, i have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tv &amp;amp; comp addiction! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7956081609382807546?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7956081609382807546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7956081609382807546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7956081609382807546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/homework.html' title='Homework !!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4134746917006820835</id><published>2011-06-10T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:12:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need You Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Picture perfect memories&lt;br /&gt;Scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I wonder if I&lt;br /&gt;Ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost all control&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping&lt;br /&gt;In the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I&lt;br /&gt;Ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost all control&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt&lt;br /&gt;Than feel nothing at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;(: Sometimes.. this song fits my mood perfectly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&amp;amp; what is always on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4134746917006820835?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4134746917006820835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/need-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4134746917006820835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4134746917006820835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/need-you-now.html' title='Need You Now'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3994127293402844974</id><published>2011-06-08T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:54:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework, sucks.</title><content type='html'>damn. homework.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] English Comprehension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Chinese Words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Chinese Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Biology &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Physics Notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Chemistry ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Maths Online Assignments. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh, fuck. Homework sucks. &amp;amp; apparently, i have no mood. shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week then i do larh. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BITCH .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3994127293402844974?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3994127293402844974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/homework-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3994127293402844974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3994127293402844974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/homework-sucks.html' title='Homework, sucks.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1822779938758893740</id><published>2011-05-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T06:24:28.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh, fuck. Camp is coming and i hate it -.- &lt;div&gt;so fricken annoying. i hate it D&amp;lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights, today's updated list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that i'm like asking alot of expensive stuffs ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] iPhone Cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] iPhone wireless charger ? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Portable speaker from Minitoons! or was it action city ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Awesome earpiece :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] ohoh Awesome Headphones :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] OMG. DSLR. YA. [ well, i'm not asking you to buy for me duhs ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Clothes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Bag (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Cooling pad for my laptop (: [ I'm gonna get this myself ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Somebody come over to my house and teach me how to bake properly using my tools &amp;amp; equip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] uh... somebody bring me to LAN and teach me how to play games? ( sorry arh, i'm not that "awesome" in such things )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Go to some board game place and play board games with me (: The more the merrier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] POLAROID CAMERA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] OR a Polaroid picture ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoho, for today.. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1822779938758893740?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1822779938758893740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/ugh-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1822779938758893740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1822779938758893740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/ugh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7438969835527697732</id><published>2011-05-14T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:01:45.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished &amp; not reliable list.</title><content type='html'>Well~ Here's the list , Ms Lui~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3 Wants :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] New iPhone cover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Portable Speaker?  ( :3 ever saw the one in minitoons~ ) { i doubt people will ever buy it  :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Portable iPhone charger &amp;gt;D [ doubt it too ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Buy me music :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Go shopping with me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Clothes~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Shoes~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Just anything (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. Well~ Maybe this list isn't all that great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do another one, when i have a better mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've got my goals/eyes set on you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ ] Ace MY FYE . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7438969835527697732?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7438969835527697732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/unfinished-not-reliable-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7438969835527697732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7438969835527697732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/unfinished-not-reliable-list.html' title='Unfinished &amp; not reliable list.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3088968167484189289</id><published>2011-05-14T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:05:11.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess it's so embarrassing  today. &lt;div&gt;Did what most girls do in the toliet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit and cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried till my contacts came off. :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't know it would.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i didn't cry at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the record, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so disappointed and regret-filled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so going to see red in my report card this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so fucking screwed.  T-T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: This shall be it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3088968167484189289?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3088968167484189289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-its-so-embarrassing-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3088968167484189289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3088968167484189289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-its-so-embarrassing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-34967166373522595</id><published>2011-05-12T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:31:57.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read at your own RISK.</title><content type='html'>This is getting annoying. Though i have one more damn paper left, i'm slacking like nobody's business.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whatthefuck, when my mother comes home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and scold me like hell. &lt;div&gt;I only messed up once, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here you are scolding me like hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro messed up the kitchen like so many times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you don't even fricken bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause when you come home, it's already clean, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's not your business anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE I WAS THERE TO CLEAN THE WHOLE PLACE UP FOR HIM . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS FUCKING WORSE OKAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH. Only know how to fuck my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever's reading this, must think i'm an ill-brat child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell you, seriously, i had enough.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know me, so don't judge me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screwed up maths papers and science papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So FUCK. My mother is gonna screw me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. This year just get worser. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody to talk to at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody to trust at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody to play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so fucking stressed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder when you let things out you feel relax,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after that, you'll panic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you may have just told the wrong person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he/she may just leak it all out like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No such thing as DE-STRESS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only temporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even permanent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nothing lasts forever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here i am ranting all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you read till here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you shouldn't read this already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I should say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think more to myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than I speak to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next time, you see me not making a sound, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll know I'm thinking and talking to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, I'm a nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-34967166373522595?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/34967166373522595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/read-at-your-own-risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/34967166373522595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/34967166373522595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/05/read-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Read at your own RISK.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8394802792236926349</id><published>2011-04-30T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:53:52.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i not?</title><content type='html'>Damn. Life's busy &amp;amp; worrying . ): &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've received an sms from my cher asking me &amp;amp; someone if we wanna go for an overseas exchange programme to beijing for my cca . :\ only one of us can go. or rather in the whole area of mine, only one person. We've got to get nominated first . ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;howwwww, i'm not sure, should i go or not . D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. my mum says i shouldn't, cause she says its boring &amp;amp; that i know no one else that is going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; it's 6 days.... ._. if i go, i'll be back in singapore just a day before my birthday. then the next day, i would have some cca stuffs to do again! ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais, that just sucks. ): 24hours times 6days.. alone, knowing absolutely no one.  T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only one person.. .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got to give my consent or not to my cher by monday.. i've got another day. :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the exam period, i've just finished my geog, ss,english paper 1 &amp;amp; 2. hais. D: more revision to do for my sciences &amp;amp; maths papers. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayous to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 12.53am. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall stop blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8394802792236926349?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8394802792236926349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8394802792236926349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8394802792236926349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-not.html' title='should i not?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8927757641844894388</id><published>2011-04-11T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T04:48:06.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel goddamned retarded and useless. &lt;div&gt;argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't feel like updating on my fucked up life. It's too fucked up to be remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just be the girl-next-door-who-gets-pissed-easily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais, life ain't at it's peak.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8927757641844894388?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8927757641844894388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-goddamned-retarded-and-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8927757641844894388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8927757641844894388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-goddamned-retarded-and-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1107761517784065368</id><published>2011-03-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:24:49.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAIRY FARM ADVENTURE CENTRE~</title><content type='html'>hello(: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas, i just ended my 3D2N camp in Dairy Farm Adventure Centre (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was completely awesome. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;DAY 1&lt;/u&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set off to the campsite at Bukit Timah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Trainers are (Uncle)Darren &amp;amp; (Sea Lion) Hamida!! ;D They are completely awesome people (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact all the trainers were awesome ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got settled into our dorms, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls had Dorms 1A, 1B, 2B, 3A and 3B (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys had Dorms 4, 5, 6! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas~ we had to share dorms with the e5s (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm~ then we had lunchhh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They play songs ! Awesome english &amp;amp; kpop songs (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole sec 3s sang along (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were split into Group5/6 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group 5 =&amp;gt; Soul Sexy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group 6=&amp;gt; Bam~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas :D then after that, supposedly they had bukit timah guided nature walk~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): But i had to go off for NPAP. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it! NPAP is taking up so much of my time!!! D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, when I return back, it was after dinner D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, my dinner was ~~~ goneeee. ): then i went back dorm to change, and joined in the campfire preparation~ :D I'm telling you these 2 trainers of ours ARE AWESOME PEOPLE~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Theme was : BOLLYWOOD~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3 hahahah~ then we had NIGHT HIKE~ in the dark forest :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't all that scary! I can still make out the outline la~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, there was like 10 people i think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan, Xinxuan, Peizhen, Emily, Beverly, Ryan, Nasrum and more~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we need to reach the quarry and sit and wait for the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we saw stars, there was the orion belt! a Constellation! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE WAS A SHOOTING STAR. I FORGOT TO MAKE A WISH, AND (: I DID JUST NOW WITH A FRIEND'S REMINDER(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we made our way back to the mess hall and waited for further instructions~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we got to SHOWER. I'm telling this, I USED THE BOY'S TOILET, &amp;amp; THE OPEN SHOWER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE HAD MASS SHOWER.  Shall not digress further~ :P  TOTAL GIRLS BONDING. HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to sleep at like 1am plus plus!! so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;DAY 2&lt;/u&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up to people's talking &amp;amp; alarm clocks! .________. But who cares, i continued sleeping until i left with half an hour to refreshen up (: Then we packed and dressed for the day(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to the mess hall and waited for breakfast! (: then after that, we had people going in front to dance! Some got Forced, Some got voluntarily (:  Nasrum went! Weitiong went! :D THESE PEOPLE WHO ARE SO BRAVE TO GO INFRONT TO DANCE ARE AWESOME! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! :D Then we proceeded with our activities, we had the challenge rope first! :P BUT IT SUDDENLY RAINED ): We didn't get to do it, then we had to play a game of charades! xD IT WAS TOTAL EPICNESS. xD then we prepared for campfire again, this time in front of 2nd Campchief ~ HE AWARDED US 50 POINTS! :D then we continued with our high rope elements. we did FLYING FOX!! :D:D AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TELL YOU THE BEGINNING OF THE DESCEND WAS SCARY. THEN IT GETS AWESOMER. I was like " OH SHIT! " as i went down. Then i hit my specs, it nearly flew off my face ._.  luckily there's the specs hooks~ then i shouted to ben~ I'm AWESOME .  SOMEONE SAID I WASN'T. I HEARD THAT!!!!! . :P  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS AWESOME~ HAHA :D THE FISH IN THE POND WAS THE HIGHLIGHT :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYONE DID~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN, I wanna try the jump and catch the swing obstacle! D: I Wanna try and reach for the pole, cause many people can't reach it D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the CRC . :P Challenge Rope Course. I did the super easy one lorh! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Skip- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's lunch~ :D haha~ we cheated. Cause we were so high, that the whole group participated in the 'see-who-do-the-fastest-gets-to-eat-first- game ' :D WE DID &amp;amp; for the first time, we got to have our lunch first!! :D HAHA. :P Then we got to do campcraft :P building tents, and because i built the tent the previous day before, I gave instructions then the tent was set up in no time(: then there's the compass theory lesson, it was boring. Everyone nearly fell asleep. WE PERSISTED. -sniff- the trainer who taught us, HK, said he nearly cried! Cause everyone was like " must-listen!" (:  HE AWARDED US 500 POINTS! :3  then we prepared for CC again. then this time we had the camp chief with us, he helped us and all. taught us a new cheer to use :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the papa met the mama under a mango tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the papa ask the mama, " Will You Marry Me? " ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the mama tell the papa, " You Are So Ugly ! " , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the papa tell the mama, "_ _ _ _ _ " .  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any 5 words can le lorh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we did! :P Jonathan &amp;amp; Bernice!  Kai Jun was the MANGO TREE :D XD HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we did team building~ ;D lala~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SKIP- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAMPFIRE! :P COMPLETELY HIGH MAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think me &amp;amp; Kaikang were the only 2 high people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, other than  shawn teo .__. who went completely crazy . and started humping/dancing/pole dancing. ._. I LOVE E3's performance! :P They dared to do such things, :P IT'S AWESOME~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P Then comes the random dancing!! :D The people who went up there to perform solo/pair were awesome &amp;gt;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were people beatboxing! :D AWESOME LORH! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Shouted until my voice went hoarse completely (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping i'll lose my voice, but apparently, i didn't managed to ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN. But there was a slight change. I'll try losing it some other time(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH. BUT I SWEAR WE WERE DAMN HIGH OUT THERE. PRACTICALLY GOING CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously, there's the anti-climatic part, where no one shouted and only me &amp;amp; kk shouted :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN E1's campfire performance, consisted of the mango-tree act XD THEN THE DANCE. MWHAHAH. IT'S AWESOME. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely embarrassed, but who cares~ :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the trainers were like doing the ' now let's do it, the...... way! ~ ' HAHAH .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we had debrief for the day, which was at the campsite, we had to complete relfections/blah blah, but really~ Darren was dressed nicely! (: HAHA. WE WERE STILL HIGH THEN, but simmering down xP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN COMES BATHING. DAMN. :P THEN SLEEP~~  I was still high abit ._. then i slept :D at 12~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;DAY 3&lt;/u&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, people had to wake up at 5plus for no reasons, when we only had to gather at 7am. DAMN. I Continued sleeping! together with coryne ~ HAHA, we were like ' let's continue sleeping' XD then woke up to gather and all, had prize presentation~ One of the E1 group won :3 see, we're not that geek after all~ We were described as hypered-all-the-way, HAHAH. :P  HAMIDA &amp;amp; DARREN ROCKS~ :D They are like the most awesomest trainers.  :P Then, we had breakfast, then took a class photo with them &amp;amp; left ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all ): then here i am bloggin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha :D I am posting this post, on the 29th of MARCH, then camp was during 23 - 25 MARCH :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: Goodnight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1107761517784065368?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1107761517784065368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/dairy-farm-adventure-centre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1107761517784065368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1107761517784065368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/dairy-farm-adventure-centre.html' title='DAIRY FARM ADVENTURE CENTRE~'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2479313997847540856</id><published>2011-03-19T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T06:51:03.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like exploding now. &lt;div&gt;It's just too much for me to hold. This is the first time, I'm getting this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting overstressed over cca, academic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting worried over irrelevant things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, my character is too much. I've got to change and stop being so indecisive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's&lt;/s&gt; I'm ruining my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel like pouring all out, but if i do, I sound totally stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; again i'm gonna regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On wed, we have a camp. &amp;amp; i'm gonna try to be included in the MASS FLAG CONT for once, &gt;&lt; &amp;amp; apparently, I have 2 things to change on the very same day. a freaking belt, &amp;amp; my shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody hell.  I wanna be actual and not be a reserve, sitting there, doing absolutely nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I need to change the damn belt &amp;amp; shirt. HOW ?! you tell me how?! I don't wanna be replaced, or not given the chance to be in actual. I don't wanna miss out the chance at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my gosh, seriously, help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;total dilemma. Total depressed, total stressed out. My heart is threatening to explode... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2479313997847540856?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2479313997847540856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-feel-like-exploding-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2479313997847540856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2479313997847540856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-feel-like-exploding-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-261900588285330460</id><published>2011-03-18T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T06:24:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed...</title><content type='html'>Currently sitting in the living room with my shared computer at home, to blog. &lt;div&gt;): I feel so sad, depressed and regret. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais, it's a long story. Can't believe that I did such idiotic thing. gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;D&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt completely left out. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life, hasn't been going the way I wanted it to be, the way I expected it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais, shall blog some other times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely depressed ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais.... D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i think i've fallen for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-261900588285330460?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/261900588285330460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/261900588285330460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/261900588285330460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/depressed.html' title='Depressed...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-125798539630943458</id><published>2011-03-07T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:57:22.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: I finally found the time to blog when, my parents aren't looking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my life is quite screwed up. ): The whole march holidays, i'm occupied with cca. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even, this friday, I have a camp. -.- hais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad life for me! I'll survive the 6 weeks of torture. I will. &lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the time to freaking blog, but nothing to say!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: how disappointing is this!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous!!! D&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR. sometimes, i just do too much for my cca. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-125798539630943458?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/125798539630943458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finally-found-time-to-blog-when-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/125798539630943458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/125798539630943458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finally-found-time-to-blog-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7523548064686447278</id><published>2011-02-28T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T05:12:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just wonder, &lt;div&gt;if the matters of the heart, really affects certain decision we make ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it, just our mind playing on us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it doesn't really matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to stay happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's aren't that interesting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless you think it is, and you want it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone or everything will make your life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I just saw something totally shocking near my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahas, i'm not gonna mention what, or who. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Tomorrow i have cca :\  Goodluck to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got nothing interesting to post leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get my braces soon~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i wanna wait until the school dentist refers me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for braces. :D It just seems to damn cool to get referred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahs~ xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3 sports leader president ? Not that interested anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i found out about the dancing part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NPCC exco ? Not that interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I found many restrictions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies ? I've got to buck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to fail anymore tests ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this continues, I'm going to be last in class soon. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. I think I am, and will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Sounds depressing, but yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALITY JUST SMACKS MY FACE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7523548064686447278?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7523548064686447278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-just-wonder-if-matters-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7523548064686447278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7523548064686447278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-i-just-wonder-if-matters-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-5324994781662962069</id><published>2011-02-26T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:02:56.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can't get my feelings straight. &lt;div&gt;Sometimes, it's just so difficult for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i'll figure everything out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i'll think about it again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, it's not right again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so difficult . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to get involved, in the feelings of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need my heart to continue beating, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not stop, or even skip a beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelings of the heart, is just too complicated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for someone like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have to concentrate on studying and get good grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I know I can't avoid the topic forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooner or later, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will be back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since no one reads my blog anymore, it doesn't matter if I blog this sort of things~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got an urge to hug someone.  ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-5324994781662962069?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5324994781662962069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-still-cant-get-my-feelings-straight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5324994781662962069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5324994781662962069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-still-cant-get-my-feelings-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4032239043606928976</id><published>2011-02-19T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:33:36.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm ): today isn't that nice.&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of what's gonna happen the following week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday - i have cca, so i'll be dismissed from school early, D: return back to school at an estimated time of 6pm . hais. Can't go home with fionn D: I'm gonna miss out on a lot of stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday - I have cca. It's a long day until 315pm before cca starts. ): well, it will end late too. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday - no cca. D: yeah, for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday - I have cca, dismissed from school early again. Cause of Marksman. I'm sure I won't get it D: My aim sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday - CCA AGAIN. WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. how~ My week is ruined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NPAP is nearing; i'm dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais. Sec 3 isn't all that nice after all!! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4032239043606928976?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4032239043606928976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/hmm-today-isnt-that-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4032239043606928976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4032239043606928976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/hmm-today-isnt-that-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2523797500503249306</id><published>2011-02-18T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:30:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D harlo~ &lt;div&gt;today was kinda nice~ (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Slacking in school . hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sec 2 games' day ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as said by fionn, there's a link in slacking in computer room &amp;amp; games' day ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh, a LINKKKKKKKKKKKK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE THIS, FIONN, SEE THIS. MWHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Not tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: oh-hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Referee sucks ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, I Suck D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be bad today! D&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-blank-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2523797500503249306?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2523797500503249306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/d-harlo-today-was-kinda-nice-d-slacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2523797500503249306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2523797500503249306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/d-harlo-today-was-kinda-nice-d-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2168456437834476797</id><published>2011-02-16T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T04:03:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional feelings of the heart.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, fuck myself. &lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but this few weeks of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel extremely tired and restless at everything i see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get irritated and angry easily at the slightest things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get totally sensitive at every comment you throw at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand serious insults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tolerate things with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't have a nice conversation without the f word.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I break down totally easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't brace it in anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel totally failed everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be because, inside of me has been piled up too much until it cannot hold anymore stuffs, and i'm afraid that me , might break down one day in front of everyone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know whether I can still hold on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really afraid I might break down hard.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not easy to hold it all in, without anyone to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like anyone would be interested in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd probably think I'm some pampered kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving a fake smile, is really hard. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile from the heart, is really heartening to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's a sight , i rarely see from people nowadays.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess.. I've got to pull myself together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a senior, no longer a junior who complains and fml everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have juniors who look up to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be the next him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2168456437834476797?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2168456437834476797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotional-feelings-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2168456437834476797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2168456437834476797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotional-feelings-of-heart.html' title='Emotional feelings of the heart.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-493096889899471385</id><published>2011-01-28T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:24:15.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! (: &lt;div&gt;Today I had some stupid workout day, that required us to you-know-it-all. so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I almost went crazy. .__. cause i was on the floor and not on the platform!! :D:D YAYAYYAYA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not much today la, stressed out because of the 2 tests. ended up, so freaking simple -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, i hate the cher for chi. She everything also ' counted in CACACACA!!! ' LIKE SERIOUSLY, OMGAWD . feel like throwing my shoe at her sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome. today went to ws with kaikang, fionn, emily (: We stood outside the MRT for nearly an hour. To listen to the lady singing~ She is so awesome, please do listen to her singing, it's superb. Therefore, don't judge someone by their cover. Though she may be physically not-abled, she can sing well. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIONN, I HATE SILENT TREATMENT. THANKS ALOT TODAY FOR THAT. .___. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noticeboard, i plan to fail. -.- it's like no hope. damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH. CCA. I HAVE TO GO CRAZY &amp;amp; HYPER. OMGAWD YEAH, TO MAKE TRAINING FUN!!!! D&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just with that thought, it ruined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;%#@#$^&amp;amp;* . okay. don.e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-493096889899471385?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/493096889899471385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-today-i-had-some-stupid-workout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/493096889899471385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/493096889899471385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-today-i-had-some-stupid-workout.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-813898451190680484</id><published>2011-01-20T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T03:55:29.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>I should just delete the blog can. &lt;div&gt;Everyday of my sec 3 life, i'm flooded and spammed with homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can actually just shout out to the whole world, that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M DATING MY HOMEWORK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i spent nearly everyday , homeworking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only, today I found the time to blog, cause i tried to finish up today's homework, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but obviously failed, due to my physics, but i intend to anyhow do. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA. JOKINg. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, nothing interesting la. Just still hate that damn cher. Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA, sometimes rocks sometimes sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAT I GOT CIP. omgawd, i feel awesome... justnow. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck, she had had to ruined my oh-so-great-mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYDAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;except for twitter (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN, i love my seating arrangement in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to use my phone  (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tweet, game, sms. :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, talk to emily about loads of crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, this CNY noticeboard shit, is making me pissed off somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i decided to not care about any shit of this anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than my 2 front boards :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i miss LA, LAS VEGAS &amp;amp; GRAND CANYON !! ♥&lt;div&gt; ):  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TGIF~~~ :D ♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah! What should i do now? shall i change my blogskin or do my physics, since i have to hand in tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, left with the graph drawing, and writing both the conclusion &amp;amp; factors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected, life's boring~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3Truth, didn't seem so bad afterall (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that i have to consistently, remind myself to stay awake, &amp;amp; bring my sweater to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN. AIRCON~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall sign out now.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.55pm. of 20.1.2011. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-813898451190680484?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/813898451190680484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/813898451190680484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/813898451190680484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/school.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4447600795200642430</id><published>2011-01-13T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:07:08.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it. I'm back. &lt;div&gt;Seriously, this is no blog. it became a ranting blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry. Sometimes, I don't mean what I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just can't help it and it just slipped out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think before I say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think before you act. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec 3 life is no fun. Yes, you do get to be crazy. but, the stress is brought up to a whole new level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, sec 3 is not the best year, if you want to know the best, is when you finish you 'o' levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But 1 ADAPTABILITY ROCKs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: They are just pure &amp;amp; innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4447600795200642430?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4447600795200642430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4447600795200642430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4447600795200642430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8298128433734479640</id><published>2010-12-30T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:57:18.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>hello! (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from my CL Camp. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it wasn't as bad as i expected it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, I am rather disappointed with myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Just can't stand myself, why did i almost break down AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Was a much better camp! Fuck la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel Totally Disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That means, I Do not have the ability to handle pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; That is not good if, i were to Aim for TC position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Must Build up, my Mental ability to Handle Pressure &amp;amp; stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we, as a squad, was quite united as one, during the camp (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all i have to say.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: bye, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8298128433734479640?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8298128433734479640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8298128433734479640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8298128433734479640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8229583884832337866</id><published>2010-12-22T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T06:24:55.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....?</title><content type='html'>hello! (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been quite awhile that i start to post everyday ? well, nearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. honestly, i did not even do my homework a single sheet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever, i think of homework, i'm utterly pissed &amp;amp; have no mood . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah. how? Am I going to chiong? looks like i have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially english, that piece of crap compostition i have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely no interest in doing it. But i'm just afraid they will say,  " IT'S IN YOUR CA1 ! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah then i'm like dead. stupid . i'll do english compre. soon.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah. XD well, these few days sick but i've gotten better, and busy now! Christmas &amp;amp; farewell night preparation. MAN, i can't wait to be sec 4. damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year is a whole new start. New class, New friends, new teachers? it just might be like sec 1 orientation all over again. ):  But this time, i get to know most people ? (:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah.! :D Hope my form / co-form isn't that bad! Pray hard! Cross my heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i hope it will be a success for the farewell night performance! Wish Us Luck! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8229583884832337866?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8229583884832337866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8229583884832337866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8229583884832337866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='....?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3837115226942566396</id><published>2010-12-15T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:04:13.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pffftt.</title><content type='html'>hello! (: had the time &amp;amp; mood to post today. &lt;div&gt;well, sorry for not updating my blog. I am sick these few days. &amp;amp; i just came back from LA, last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was totally awesome! i tell though most of time i was in the car traveling but , during the car trip, me , my brother &amp;amp; my aunt's family had a totally awesome great time. (: we rented a car there, so our trip was alittle bit easier. (: &amp;amp; they had wireless internet there, so once awhile during midnight or early morning you see me active on either facebook or twitter. XD cause there is a total time of 17hours time lag. :\ yeah. :D i shall explain my trip fully ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Los Angeles, Las Vegas &amp;amp; Grand Canyon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. the flight total time was like 11hours long ?so like 1 day la. I left Singapore earlyearly in the morning where the sun hasn't rise. &amp;amp; when i went to the airport, i saw rebecca :D xD hahah! then me , my bro, &amp;amp; my mum waited for my aunts to come . the flight was at 830am in the morning! XD    my mum didn't go ):  There was a transit at Japan, Tokyo Airport. (: From singapore to Tokyo was like 7hours flight, then tokyo to LA, 9hours. man! I watched movies all the way. LOL. only sleep when i was like gonna reach &amp;amp; when they serve breakfast. LOL . damn . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;. i'm not gonna explain the trip in full. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy~ . (: that's all :D byebye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3837115226942566396?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3837115226942566396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/pffftt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3837115226942566396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3837115226942566396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/pffftt.html' title='pffftt.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6145634509189464812</id><published>2010-11-23T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T04:33:05.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I ?</title><content type='html'>:\  undecided. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, today is screwed. wanted to pon my lesson. but failed. arh. wtv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ): flying off the day after tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday was total ... .__. emily had to go home like damn early. so ended up, i went home early. wanted to visit stickys :\ but i was short of cash. $$ . hais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wonder why, i update this, not much people read anyway. But you're a fucking random person/computer/programme or wtv, trying to promote your website or some shyt, get the hell lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm gonna disappear from Singapore soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6145634509189464812?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6145634509189464812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6145634509189464812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6145634509189464812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-i.html' title='Should I ?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2197267057063202370</id><published>2010-11-21T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:21:20.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school sick...?</title><content type='html'>Define Life. Define living life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can be different for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it depends how you see it, &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do you feel, think , do everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you think, do, feel everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can solve the question of life for you for &lt;i&gt;the day&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. gotten some of school-sick . :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't deny the fact that being with friends is awesome. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;well... Flying off to L.A. in 4 days. count down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ah. why do I have so many different 'me's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you'll live better without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2197267057063202370?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2197267057063202370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2197267057063202370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2197267057063202370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-sick.html' title='school sick...?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-263777719894622351</id><published>2010-11-17T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:08:49.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;EMILY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MELISSA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FIONN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IF YOU GUYS SEE THIS . CONTINUE TO READ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WE ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gonna buy christina , pz and some other b'day people present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;kays? ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Woots. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm bored!! any dramas to recommend me to watch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll tell people what i've been exactly doing at home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;at the end of the year. :D:D:D:D:D:D AHAHAH. I just might not. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm just bored la. lsenhoihweoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pz went to KOREA. KOREA. woah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay, this class gathering 2e1 is abit pissing people off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just need everyone to go/approve and yeah that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;best no suggestions. let the organisers decide ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;then naturally we'll find something to do on that day (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yeah, no need to emo/get pissed/everything negative about the gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just go with (:  , it'll all work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or not bring BOARD GAMES. AHAHAHAH. Joking. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;woohoo. got my biometric passport ~ THE PICTURE IS TOTALLY HORRENDOUS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yeahyeah. :D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;movies are kinda boring nowadays. no good ones to watch. :\ LOUSY. HAHAHA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;blaheihafienhwoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yeah i know i single-handedly ruined it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shall i go now? it's 11.07PM at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I shalll.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;last until 1am ? :D yeah then i go sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tmr... nothing to do la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;kay. good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bye &amp;amp; goodnight everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dream Of Me!! :D LOL NONO. Don't xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-263777719894622351?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/263777719894622351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/263777719894622351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/263777719894622351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/boo.html' title='BOO.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6208887087608810363</id><published>2010-11-09T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:48:12.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-fml</title><content type='html'>BOO. I'm backkk. &lt;div&gt;Ooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmggggggggggggg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S BORING AT HOME.  OMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to do household chores . ): That cures a little boredom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, while doing that, i switch on the tv, computers(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH. so no phone calls can get me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i hate the way you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no point talking to me over the internet or sms or calls, I won't entertain youu. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm surprised ! My smses cut down! 2374smses this month! as compared to last time of 4K smses. yeahhhh :D -a sense of achievement - woohoo~ iPhone helps xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apps.  are . boring. ): I SAW A REALL COIN DOZER OMG. FIRST TIME IN DON'T KNOW HOW MANY YEARSSS OMG. XD HAHAHA. :D BUGIS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. bugis rocks, when you have the damn money to shop. You can go crazy shopping there. xD :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna buy textbooks tomorrow~ :O not gonna tell you the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm doing this, to stop the nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6208887087608810363?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6208887087608810363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6208887087608810363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6208887087608810363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-fml.html' title='Un-fml'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8429581197463532969</id><published>2010-11-06T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:36:54.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fml 2.</title><content type='html'>The problem with life/people is, they don't treasure things/people around them until they are truly gone or going to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would only come to regret when, things doesn't go their way or the way they wanted/expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or regret that they didn't spend much time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house used to be very fun/interesting/noisy, had 7 people in one house!&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;4people. 3 left.&lt;br /&gt;what happened? I don't really know , I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know.. it started with them fighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life became a disaster in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago.. My life wasn't like this.&lt;br /&gt;not until i was P6.&lt;br /&gt;argh. now, i find myself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;whatthefuckcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;seriously fuck you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, is being fucking irritating as always.&lt;br /&gt;INFRINGEMENT OF MY PRIVACY.&lt;br /&gt;D&lt; bust. tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8429581197463532969?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8429581197463532969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/fml-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8429581197463532969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8429581197463532969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/fml-2.html' title='fml 2.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4786101640994086494</id><published>2010-11-04T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:13:27.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fml.</title><content type='html'>Boo . got into 3e1 . well, not excited or anything..&lt;br /&gt;cca totally plunged my mood to zero percent.&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;something good happen in my life, then suddenly, it all comes crashing down at me with just a fucking bad incident.&lt;br /&gt;didn't feel like myself today,&lt;br /&gt;once i woke up, already not in a good mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to cry my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's going to be like this for me?&lt;br /&gt;Reality is not a fucking dream or even nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Reality just ruins your wonderful dream, by just opening your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;that's why, no matter how hard to try to fuck reality, it won't work. Reality is you, you're reality. You make things happen, no matter bad or good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, fuck my life, i don't want to live anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;today's a fucking failured day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK MYSELF. AH .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4786101640994086494?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4786101640994086494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4786101640994086494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4786101640994086494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/fml.html' title='fml.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7181302498187787433</id><published>2010-11-01T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:52:29.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, today was fun larh. but i got freaking sun burnt. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo tired. and tmr still have, somemore test hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHENGWEI, you better be the main rescuer! xD :D&lt;br /&gt;haha I be your assistant. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. next year we NCOs, I hope we can succeed uh.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i get to see you more often (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. Life's fucked up lately. ): :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't think we're gonna work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll go check fb, then maybe i'll just go sleep (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7181302498187787433?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7181302498187787433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-today-was-fun-larh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7181302498187787433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7181302498187787433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-today-was-fun-larh.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1978285465103963240</id><published>2010-10-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:58:38.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>criteria</title><content type='html'>Let's count this all over again, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English : 66 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese : 65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths : 74 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science : 77&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography : 73&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History : 75&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literature 59 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; D &amp;amp; T : 69&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art : 64&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home Ed : 79&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MESH =  ( Maths + English + Science + Humanities ) / 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= { 74 + 66 + 77 + [ ( 73 + 75 + 59 ) / 3 ] / 4}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= [ ( 217 +  69 ) / 4 ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= 286 / 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= 71.5 . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total Percentage = 70.1%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English = B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science = A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humanities = B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Geography = A2, History = A1 &amp;amp; Literature = C5 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths = A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, really make me have doubts. Can i even eligible for E1 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E1 Criteria : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English = A1 - A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths = A1 - A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humanities = A1 - A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Geography = A1 - A2, History = A1 - A2 , Literature = A1 - B3 ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science = A1 - A2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesh = 70% &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall percentage = 70% &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;So how am i going to hell qualify for E1. I'm absolutely stressed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum keep saying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" you put E1, later you cannot cope , you cannot get in, then E1/ E3 also cannot go lar! Don't waste your first choice arh! "  &amp;amp; " your future job, may need the triple sciences leh! You better think carefully! " &amp;amp; " E3 only physics to rely on! O level L1 R5 ! " &amp;amp; " it's your choice, you study not me" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf la, do you even know these comments affect my decision of classes &amp;amp; make me panicky. whatthehell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like wtf. then what the hell you want me do? Don't go lar, I go E4/5 larh. Best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is getting stupid, i want go E1/3, see all my 2e1 friends and all :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. :\ which class should i really go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1978285465103963240?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1978285465103963240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/criteria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1978285465103963240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1978285465103963240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/criteria.html' title='criteria'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4068752120338419313</id><published>2010-10-25T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:03:16.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You want me go E1 , fine, i don't mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then you start to say what, I can't cope la, later all fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WTF, hasn't it always been 3 sciences, 2 humanities, a math? Just this time has 2 math, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then might as well ask everyone don't study, studying is freaking stressful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then what? I choose, sure E1. so? WHERE THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO GO? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?! I'm so freaking pissed. What is this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just stop it. Hear me out, I CAN QUALIFY FOR E1. I believe i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4068752120338419313?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4068752120338419313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-want-me-go-e1-fine-i-dont-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4068752120338419313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4068752120338419313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-want-me-go-e1-fine-i-dont-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1528771977073437762</id><published>2010-10-23T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:54:40.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah Fuck la. What's with me and movies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I Want to watch movies. really. nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fuckfuck. I don't want cca . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;bloody fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS IS BOTHERING ME TO THE FRICKEN MAX. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;~!@$^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;%#@!@#$^&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; ARGH. I'M GONNA SPAM THE THEATERS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DAMN IT. DAMN IT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1528771977073437762?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1528771977073437762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-fuck-la_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1528771977073437762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1528771977073437762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-fuck-la_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4012065253645439506</id><published>2010-10-23T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:54:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Fuck la. What's with me and movies! &lt;div&gt;I Want to watch movies. really. nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuckfuck. I don't want cca . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS BOTHERING ME TO THE FRICKEN MAX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~!@$^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;%#@!@#$^&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ARGH. I'M GONNA SPAM THE THEATERS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN IT. DAMN IT.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4012065253645439506?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4012065253645439506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-fuck-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4012065253645439506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4012065253645439506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1309226943900802440</id><published>2010-10-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:50:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;25/10/10 Monday:&lt;br /&gt;0800 - 1100 : HAI Olympic day&lt;br /&gt;1100 - 1130 : Recess&lt;br /&gt;1130 - 1300 : Pupil's forum @ band room&lt;br /&gt;1300 - 1330 : Sec 2 streaming Ex - option form briefing @ band room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/10/10 Tuesday (differ between classes):&lt;br /&gt;0815 - 0900 : FT contact&lt;br /&gt;0900 - 0945 : Principal's talk @ SDC&lt;br /&gt;0945 - 1015 : Recess&lt;br /&gt;1015 - 1130 : NYP Presentation for project I recruitment 2011 @ band room&lt;br /&gt;1130 - 1345 : Ethnic Cultures of Singapore @ classrooms/MPR2/Dance Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;okay shit, we're dead. after the olympics games, IN THE FREAKING BAND ROOM FOR THE WHOLE DAY? WHAT IS THIS. LAST YEAR WE ALSO WHOLE DAY IN THE DAMN BAND ROOM, I THOUGHT THIS YEAR SEC 2 WOULD GO TO THE HALL, BUT I'M WRONG?? WTH. SEC 1 GOT HALL SIAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;THEN TUES, FT?? DAMN. IT'S GONNA BE FREAKING BORING. argh. i'm tired. therefore, i'm angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that's it. i don't want to live sometimes. ): I can't believe it, on the last day of school, i still have cca? wow. that's so ultimate/extreme. and i won't get promoted. wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;): I want to sleep forever, and not wake up and not die. just oblivious to everything around me. (: Allegra Va Elen. Gabrielle.. (: one of the uncorrupted. ( it's in the blue blood series ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hais, life is utterly boring. I want life to start all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1309226943900802440?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1309226943900802440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1309226943900802440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1309226943900802440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8442039963961791468</id><published>2010-10-22T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:28:23.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2E1`10</title><content type='html'>Today something struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( note : No.25 is not part of this class )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just might miss everyone in this class. Though we may have many many disagreements, but it's what made us, all the commotion, all the arguing, all the troubles &amp;amp; lectures we had . The notorious class. I thought i just might not miss many, but thought of it today, i just can't bear to leave ..  all the things we did together as a class, just bonded us. the interclass games last year, the food hamper this year. racial harmony. all the special events. You may not see the bond, but it's there, it might be just a thin line, but it still there, no one breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss everyone.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope i can get a _ from people before school ends... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think i'm stupid to miss or care about this. But i'm still a girl, with feelings &amp;amp; emotions.  You may have done things to hurt me, but i'll still be the same. Nothing can change me, other than myself.  We should meet up annually.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.... no one who would transfer school and we can graduate together 2 years later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8442039963961791468?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8442039963961791468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/2e110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8442039963961791468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8442039963961791468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/2e110.html' title='2E1`10'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7488804198438264687</id><published>2010-10-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:44:30.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Traliers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm so gonna spam the theaters this hols! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A list of Must WATCH : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I Give My Love To You. ( Jap ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1OflOd9FCg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1OflOd9FCg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You Again (DAMN FUNNY) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1-UMzt9e34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1-UMzt9e34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Easy A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL7W6pEuAW0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL7W6pEuAW0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia : The Voyage of the Dawn Treader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qf9Xl84b9Wo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qf9Xl84b9Wo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Tourist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDfS0HtzyOA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDfS0HtzyOA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Social Network &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB95KLmpLR4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB95KLmpLR4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life As We Know It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqzjDrrZIdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqzjDrrZIdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7488804198438264687?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7488804198438264687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-traliers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7488804198438264687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7488804198438264687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-traliers.html' title='Movie Traliers'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8633145549287229183</id><published>2010-10-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T07:40:18.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2e1</title><content type='html'>I feel that, I'm nothing to everyone.. &lt;div&gt;Invisible, empty, nothingness. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently, school year is ending, it's the end of sec 2 life, end of 2e1`10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41 students, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 girls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 boys, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 form teacher, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 co-form teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): These would become history after 14 days... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8633145549287229183?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8633145549287229183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/2e1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8633145549287229183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8633145549287229183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/2e1.html' title='2e1'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6386233162399995419</id><published>2010-10-15T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T02:46:42.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously i've got lousy results. My humanities are like shyt, godamn it. Freaking career, already in the advanced part of my life? where career is involved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. die. these few days of my life seems un-interesting &amp;amp; sad. ): days.... left with 2E1`10 . another class that we have to separated.. but at least still in the same school . ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, nothing interesting about my life to blog about. just. damn. i'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my results :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;English :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compre + Summary = 17 +15 = 32/50 . &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grammer Paper = 79/100.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compo + Letter writing = 38/50 &amp;amp; 9.5/20 ( wow.. 9.5 uh. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paper = 43/70 . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geography = 58/80 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;History = 34.5 / 50 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Literature = 34/60 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maths : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paper 1 = 52.5 / 60 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paper 2 = 30/40 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total = 81/100 .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physics = 27/40&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biology = 29/40&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chemistry = 32.5/40&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total = 73/100 .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, why can't we just trust each other? are we that insecure enough, that forgiveness is not allowed? even if we do, the trust is not there? If this is yes, I don't think we can have fun with life, thinking about how much your friend(currently talking to you) is hiding how much from you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can we start all over again? ... please. I don't want friendships and our memories together to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything I did wrong, please do forgive me. I'm sorry to everyone out there, if you think i've caused hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6386233162399995419?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6386233162399995419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-ive-got-lousy-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6386233162399995419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6386233162399995419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-ive-got-lousy-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-742659991804881842</id><published>2010-09-04T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:46:40.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP TAGGING CRAPS.</title><content type='html'>Can people who does not know me, STOP TAGGING IRRELEVENT STUFFS??  Whoever it is, i've banned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. that's stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.. I'm not gonna blog anymore , until i feel like it . :D Or i delete this.&lt;br /&gt;MIA for studies and other stuffs in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-742659991804881842?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/742659991804881842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/stop-tagging-craps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/742659991804881842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/742659991804881842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/stop-tagging-craps.html' title='STOP TAGGING CRAPS.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6263808515936994108</id><published>2010-08-21T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:54:23.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't freaking get it.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to get into fights and all.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this supposed to be a civilised world?&lt;br /&gt;Twisting words and rules according to their own advantages,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it ttm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking hate my life. &lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being a freak psycho being bullied and all . I seriously don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;At least they get to live their lives ttm before.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a freaking 'before' . wtfark is this. &lt;br /&gt;My Life, has always been filled with betrayals, bullies, and all.&lt;br /&gt;It just may seems nice to you, but it's not to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only okay, sometimes, at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already freaking 2nd half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; problems comes goddamned NOW. &lt;br /&gt;When it's streaming year, and eoys coming.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE FREAKING PROBLEMS COMES NOW.&lt;br /&gt;ONE SHOT.&lt;br /&gt;wtfark is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just open my house window,&lt;br /&gt;and goddamned jump down this bloody instant.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I,&lt;br /&gt;Its such a perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;7th month, after i die,&lt;br /&gt; I just either come haunt all those FREAKING assholes.&lt;br /&gt;OR just leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this life.  I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6263808515936994108?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6263808515936994108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-freaking-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6263808515936994108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6263808515936994108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-freaking-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-374838346850652834</id><published>2010-08-04T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:10:26.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is full of disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;it's just whether you want to accept it and learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;or brood over it for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i'm very busy nowdays. :\&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - NYAA&lt;br /&gt;wed -  NP&lt;br /&gt;thurs - NDOP&lt;br /&gt;fri - training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. guitaring is difficult. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really down now..&lt;br /&gt;Though there's a chance,&lt;br /&gt;i feel that, even i manage to get in,&lt;br /&gt;i may have a really hard time fitting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to figure out things, how the hell to become a psychologist?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; seriously i'm over-sensitive, I'm in the Descriptors Of Low Range :\ in the 16 Personality Traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, ONG ZHENG WEI. You owe me one for teasing me like that == D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawls. :\ shall go rot on the comp now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-374838346850652834?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/374838346850652834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-full-of-disappointments-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/374838346850652834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/374838346850652834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-full-of-disappointments-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-128013709160278778</id><published>2010-07-26T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:48:37.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlighten?</title><content type='html'>Today, reality really truly hits me, but I'm enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;What you appear to be, what you portray to be, may not be what you are.&lt;br /&gt;People may be your best friend if lucky and then stabs you at the back, or they may use you to elevate themselves higher. That's reality, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that struck me was that, it interesting to see how each person behaves, and appear to be &amp;amp; then find out what they really are in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may get hurt, but learn from experience that things aren't what they seems to be like .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, everyone is willing to sacrifice for just a day, it would be absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;If.. Only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) Thus, I believe that everyone changes overtime. No one person stays the same for the rest of his life, even if he is locked up in a room for his lifetime.  You maybe kind by nature, but through your friends, through nurturing, you may turn selfish. Kind by nature? Evil by nurture? It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better after today, though threatened . But really, i don't think it matters, if people really bears a grudge over this, I've nothing to say.  This is what I feel about each one, so don't blame me for what my opinion is, after all it's my opinion, my say. &amp;amp; Yes, i admit, i changed, but who doesn't? Through nurture, you change .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've explored the human mind, today, with Fionn, Christina &amp;amp; Melissa. I found out many things, through others perspective, through observant. But that doesn't meant that everyone should be on guard and make sure no one observes you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt from fionn today, that we should accept people for who they are, and not what they are not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, for the enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;I know the consequences of saying what i've said today to you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, cause, i've faced it once, and i'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit entirely, that I have changed. Yeah what? Don't YOU change as well? Now is teenage years, and it means that we are in a stage of progressing towards adulthood, which in turn means that we ARE In the CHANGING Stage, from child -&gt; adult. so yeah, don't stop me from growing up. If you don't want to grow up, that's your problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tell me i only influence them, cause you influenced me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D Fionn, Melissa &amp;amp; Christina, I totally appreciate today. Sadly, today's only monday. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-128013709160278778?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/128013709160278778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/enlighten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/128013709160278778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/128013709160278778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/enlighten.html' title='Enlighten?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7075234743377604272</id><published>2010-07-22T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T03:13:38.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, you said i've changed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't realised it until i heard it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from someone else's own mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why didn't you just tell me straight in the face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't hurt this much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did you lie to me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did you have to do that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never realised you have the power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hurt me this much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet, i love you as much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this love or infatuation? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7075234743377604272?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7075234743377604272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7075234743377604272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7075234743377604272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl.html' title='Girl...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-5627456367598223890</id><published>2010-07-20T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T05:04:37.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies..</title><content type='html'>Life sucks to the freaking max. I can't be bothered with anything! Except my sleep and storybooks. argh, sometimes i wish i own a fortune of my own and can read at home on the bed with air con on or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my life has this trend..&lt;br /&gt;wake up, shower, go to sch, study, study, go ws, go home, use comp, study, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how interesting. My life is getting worse. argh, its not the boredness that kills me. its the unfamiliar tightening in my chest everytime they mention CCA. ugh. it's freaking killing me to the freaking max. Is CCA tht important? why so people are getting crazy/hyper over cca? No matter what, my studies is still and always will be the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST PRIORITY&lt;/span&gt;. I don't give a damn about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid. I am going to aim for 3E1 &amp;amp; 3E2. (: The only subjects making me in dilemma is, my humanities, is either i choose geography or history . But i can't cause both subj my marks are always close by 2-3 marks difference only.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, for cca, i believe that i should just be who i am and get whatever position i want, because it is unatural for me to get a position that i am not up to it and all the while i'm just 'not my myself' just to get that particular position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work freaking hard for exams. (: Not just because i want to, is because i have to. Though you may say that E1 &amp;amp; E2 is tough and stressful, but it does gives you the mentality that you have to do well and not just slacking around whole day without teachers' pushing you to study. &amp;amp; in E1 E2 is automatic that teachers will stress you everyday without fail. But still, I don't mind, cause working hard is the way to success.(: that's what i believe in and you need not. Everyone has their each and own beliefs they believe in &amp;amp; you don't have to be the same as the majority. Sometimes you'd might be surprised that the minority can stand and win an arguement even though they might be at an disadvantage. However, when you start to work to your goal, things seems different in a different light.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, i need you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can't hurt you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i heard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you fell in love with another guy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You broke my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was like throwing my fragile heart on the floor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; it shattered to a million pieces before my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in front of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to do everything for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even living for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now, i feel that living has no meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're not around with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, iloveyou.  ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-5627456367598223890?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5627456367598223890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/studies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5627456367598223890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5627456367598223890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/studies.html' title='Studies..'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-989552791132960634</id><published>2010-07-19T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T06:07:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest times...</title><content type='html'>Basically, life sucks. really, that's why i'm not posting at all.&lt;br /&gt;Just today, IPW IS FINALLY OVER. OMGAWD. EPIC MOMENT once out of the library soft room. XD MWHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt; next to tackle is CCA. AHH~~ craps, i've got no mood D: no wonder they say&lt;br /&gt;sec 2 = pon-ning season. :\  Gah. this sucks. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is boring , i don't like PE teacher, keep shouting at us, when we're girls, harlo? ._. &amp;amp; + racial harmony day. &amp;amp; are you gonna _ shout at us when the principal 'monitor' our class behaviour? =.= gah, so stupid. I hate it, it ruined my entire mood of the day can. I prefer our previous cher.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; every subj class of ours, are getting monitored, how fun is that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; literally, the class tee, can we seriously cooperate and get it done? If we can't do it, then don't, because the class tee represents our unity afterall. If we can work together and accomplish the goal together, then no point doing this, class tee = unity, unity = class tee. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we use our casual day to wear the class tee? that would be uber cool. &amp;amp; really, i want the tee as soon as possible. hais.&lt;br /&gt;This is so depressing, that everyday is pure torture when lessons are boring-filled.  &amp;amp; tomorrow have to do compos. how 'interesting' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, I disappoint you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't be with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet don't leave me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't bear to let you go, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i have to, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not worth you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a goner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the light that brightens up my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the light that brought my life to another level,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the one who is always there to comfort me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm in my darkest times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I failed to be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you needed me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always failed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've always forgiven me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I feel that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time for us to apart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mistakes are getting out of hand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't seem to be able to contain it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or change it drastically,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry, Girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I love you too much to see you get hurt by my hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but iloveyou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you had really loved me back..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-989552791132960634?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/989552791132960634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/darkest-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/989552791132960634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/989552791132960634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/darkest-times.html' title='Darkest times...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2467383499458615714</id><published>2010-07-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:11:38.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my honor. ;)</title><content type='html'>hey blogger, i was really sad when i thought i couldn't join drill comp.&lt;br /&gt;but now i really thought of the disadvantages it might do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M DETERMINED.&lt;br /&gt;yesh, i promise myself to study more often.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; study on weekends, use less computer!! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: yesh!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to balance my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRACTICE MAKES ME PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2467383499458615714?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2467383499458615714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-my-honor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2467383499458615714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2467383499458615714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-my-honor.html' title='on my honor. ;)'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7381858617802694069</id><published>2010-07-12T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:41:49.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRILLS COMPETITION! &gt;D</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking want to get in DRILLS COMPETITION NO MATTER WHAT! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;MIAOXIN! whoever sec 3 nco reading this blog of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GET IN DRILLS COMPETITION! D&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm despo. xD haha, (: I can handle it, (: I'm sure of it :D I just have to stop facebooking! :D heyy, training can kick off my addiction to facebook!! :D YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHAHA. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's create another thingy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girl, can't you see it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fault lines and cracks between our unstable relationships?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the people that come between us ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though i love you , girl , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't stay with you for long..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you can understand me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, you're my everything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would think of you everyday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart beats for you .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i stop loving you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the time where my heart stops beating.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, i absolutely am true to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; so love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7381858617802694069?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7381858617802694069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/drills-competition-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7381858617802694069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7381858617802694069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/drills-competition-d.html' title='DRILLS COMPETITION! &gt;D'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8808240250123972254</id><published>2010-07-11T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T05:23:13.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fart life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't you see the fucking wound, babe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can't see it, I'll show it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; if so, you're still rubbing the salt in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're hurting me even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, i thought i was sacrifising for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i thought wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl, i let's break up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess we're just not meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you can understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be the blame on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i have completely given up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm doing this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i think it's for the best . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, please tell me that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm doing the right thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i'm hurting so much, babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm leavin`. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(: just thought of this up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;don't think it relates to me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;cause it doesn't. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, i feel a fail at living.&lt;br /&gt;I totally have no fucking mood to do my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;And nonetheless, CCA.&lt;br /&gt;i don't look good when wearing the uniform..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what, now i'm in ndop. so how?&lt;br /&gt;I feel fucking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;someone please, tell me&lt;br /&gt;what i should do with my life and this ndop.&lt;br /&gt;i alr fail at everything,&lt;br /&gt;and now ndop comes up?&lt;br /&gt;i've got nthin` to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8808240250123972254?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8808240250123972254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/fart-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8808240250123972254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8808240250123972254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/fart-life.html' title='fart life.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2848638506660940963</id><published>2010-07-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T05:32:30.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCHXC! TO ALL MY GIRL-FRIENDS OUT THERE, I AM NOW PROCLAIMING MY LOVE TO YOU! ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i'm so random yet i'm saying the truth. (: To whoever is jealous out there, be a girl and be my friend, i'll also love ya ;D&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't update this blog unless i feel like doing so kays? ;) To some guys out there, who are close to me, you guys just rock :D &amp;amp; other things that belong to me, solely me, You are not left out too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! too bad, my blog isn't known to many ppl but i'm glad alr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2848638506660940963?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2848638506660940963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-my-friends-so-muchxc-to-all-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2848638506660940963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2848638506660940963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-my-friends-so-muchxc-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6042181499010440370</id><published>2010-07-07T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T05:31:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>I'm pathetically sick again. how interesting can that be. WTF!! !#%$%$%^ IS WRONG WITH THE DAMN WEATHER? SOMETIMES HEAVY RAIN LIKE CRAP, THE NEXT MOMENT, HOT SUN. WTF. MY BODY CAN'T STAND THE SUDDEN CHANGE OF TEMPERATURE!! AND I HAVE DONE MY PART OF NOT SWITCHING ON MY COMP FOR THE WHOLE AFTERNOON TO CUT DOWN ELECTRICITY!!! WTFFF.&lt;br /&gt;GR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF NIGHT NOVELS ROCKS(:&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~ (: LOVE THE AUTHOR TO HELL (: XD&lt;br /&gt;NYX! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be a member of dark daughters (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houseofnightseries.com/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.houseofnightseries.com/downloads/ddblue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know why i can't forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James Stark. You're awesome (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Dark Daughters. &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/4302456581962226867-6042181499010440370?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6042181499010440370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6042181499010440370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6042181499010440370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-206125161620300112</id><published>2010-07-05T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T04:55:13.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6Faith`08 rocks (:</title><content type='html'>(: Harlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with 6Faith`08 today :D it was awesome to meet them again :D&lt;br /&gt;^^ watched knight &amp;amp; day again with them (: :D:D HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL, outing = fun + partial success. :D&lt;br /&gt;I Hope that everyone can tell me the dates for chalet thingy, at oct. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't be bothered with live anymore, people are just born different from each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those people who are totally from different worlds, they can't co-exist. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I getting pissed at everything that life had tossed me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life can't be any worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist [Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-206125161620300112?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/206125161620300112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/6faith08-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/206125161620300112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/206125161620300112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/6faith08-rocks.html' title='6Faith`08 rocks (:'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6992625897438592211</id><published>2010-07-04T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T05:38:23.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;whee, went out with christina today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we watched knight &amp;amp; day (: it was totally awesome even though the trailer wasn't nice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give a rating of 5 stars ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did our art at the rooftop :D &amp;amp; BOUGHT CLOTHES! :D FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE FEELING WAS AWESOME. TO HAVE PURCHASING POWER. MWHAHAH. I LOVED IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TDB-aBHGyPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/s3GM_ap3Rpg/s1600/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490026931204573426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TDB-aBHGyPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/s3GM_ap3Rpg/s200/P1010186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TDB-ZjcH1xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ye04yb4evjE/s1600/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490026923239659282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TDB-ZjcH1xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ye04yb4evjE/s200/P1010186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D HAHAH. shall not dwel on further, i'm thinking of quitting blogging :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TDB-ZjcH1xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ye04yb4evjE/s1600/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6992625897438592211?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6992625897438592211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/whee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6992625897438592211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6992625897438592211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/whee.html' title='whee~'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</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/_c--dxGIGVx4/TDB-aBHGyPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/s3GM_ap3Rpg/s72-c/P1010186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8462726829386024135</id><published>2010-06-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:42:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so disappointed with myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had totally failed being an emcee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I totally failed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't do my job well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel gulity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall not/never be an emcee/song leader.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start on my homeworks!!&lt;br /&gt;hais. i haven't gone out for fun yet.&lt;br /&gt;everytime go out is for ipw.&lt;br /&gt;I feel failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall mug and start on homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8462726829386024135?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8462726829386024135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/failed-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8462726829386024135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8462726829386024135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/failed-person.html' title='Failed person.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7043394217479498553</id><published>2010-06-10T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:17:11.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK = HELL</title><content type='html'>Yoh peepos. D: I going away for ATCamp tomorrow DD: I will miss MY HOUSE. D:  Going pulau ubin :\ not good. DD: very not good. hais....&lt;br /&gt;Please man, 3 days be over soon!! D:&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like camps, but i've got no choice. D:&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyyy. D: I dread camps. I have alr attended 2 camps in this holiday. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Maths&lt;br /&gt;[ ] English&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Geography&lt;br /&gt;[ ] History&lt;br /&gt;[x] Science quizzes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chinese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] NPCC proj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD: Don't think its little, in each subj still got sub-topics &amp;amp; questions. man, don't underestimate homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty scary ==. &amp;amp; I only have 2 weeks to complete. that's alittle short of time. I'm so screwed, yay. &lt;br /&gt;woots, why am i an emcee for my camp. woo, i'm gonna phail.&lt;br /&gt;bye, i shall be back......&lt;br /&gt;if i manage to survive the camp. .________________."""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I will miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7043394217479498553?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7043394217479498553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/homework-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7043394217479498553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7043394217479498553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/homework-hell.html' title='HOMEWORK = HELL'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4245850892677530386</id><published>2010-06-06T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T06:23:32.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPS</title><content type='html'>HELLO! I very long no post le! :D haha, went for 1day leadership camp and 3days of humanities camp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, xD in the leadership camp we went to watch shrek forever after at SG discovery centre :D then in the humanities camp, i found new friends from other schools!! :D:D &amp;amp; we went to vivocity!, Dairy farm nature park at bukit timah &amp;amp; Labrador park &amp;amp; a night at the SG national museum!! :D:D omgawd, i love it :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Man, i dread the next camp... ATC. gah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6Faithers! I think this JUNE holidays no outing D: Maybe you guys want to go out on the youth holiday ?  :\ &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwhahah, me &amp;amp; sherilyn spammed Benjamin Loo at 12 midnight on his birthday during camp xDD :D So fun! Priscilla, Belle , Zhonghan , KaiKang and sheri! :D Together in humanities camp + MR PEE :D who treat us to ICE CREAM :D:D:D:D:D BEN &amp;amp; JERRY's :D:D:D:D:D xDDD&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;mwhahah, i gtg byee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i've got a surprise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4245850892677530386?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4245850892677530386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/camps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4245850892677530386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4245850892677530386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/camps.html' title='CAMPS'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-5789711270116324351</id><published>2010-05-29T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:49:56.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jung Yong Hwa</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! new idol to admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNG YONG HWA :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's damn cute and handsome can? ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't snatch him away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TAEMxWCRzHI/AAAAAAAAARs/fFJyv_7gMig/s1600/tumblr_kuksohJP2M1qzjmcto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476672663727492210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/TAEMxWCRzHI/AAAAAAAAARs/fFJyv_7gMig/s200/tumblr_kuksohJP2M1qzjmcto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's MINE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CN BLUE rocks ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas, go watch "You're beautiful" . Its really nice. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;similar to boys over flowers, but this series is nicer ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D I shall go ponder/wonder... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&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/4302456581962226867-5789711270116324351?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5789711270116324351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/jung-yong-hwa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5789711270116324351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/5789711270116324351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/jung-yong-hwa.html' title='Jung Yong Hwa'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</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/_c--dxGIGVx4/TAEMxWCRzHI/AAAAAAAAARs/fFJyv_7gMig/s72-c/tumblr_kuksohJP2M1qzjmcto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-2784191899363955039</id><published>2010-05-21T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:13:08.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo, have an MC for monday. :\ hais, high fever + cough + flu . man, that sucks :\&lt;br /&gt;Must be the stress == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Campcraft practical&lt;br /&gt;[ ] song-leader training&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Geog camp&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ATC camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, stupid. Sec 2 so damn stress. I don't care much, this June holidays is gonna be mine, i am going out. I don't care. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, fuck fuck, what is this, I want my holidays. I don't want camps. I hate camps :\ but, i've got no choice, and i am sure, my promo test is so failed D: D: D: hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-2784191899363955039?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2784191899363955039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/woohoo-have-mc-for-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2784191899363955039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/2784191899363955039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/woohoo-have-mc-for-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-555152846421446100</id><published>2010-05-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:30:50.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it, this week is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - CCA&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - 2.4km run (NAPFA)&lt;br /&gt;thursday - 5 stations (NAPFA)&lt;br /&gt;friday - NPCC promotion test (drills + practical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. this kind of scheldule is horrible. D: this week is much terrible than exams. D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for like everything there is. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC - LCP must do baton drills. man. that sucks. WOC = die die. D:D: the rest is okay one. hais. D:D:D:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA - depends whether i get gold or not D: oh faggot. just checked, and no chance for gold. Again. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaa - CAN'T THEY APPROVE MY ENTRIES LIKE NOW. MAN. STILL NOT APPROVE NOR REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANMAN. D&lt; i'm gonna die of stress. seriously. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid. idc, JUNE HOLS. there better be no holiday assignments. or not i'll seriously kill them. ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-555152846421446100?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/555152846421446100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-it-this-week-is-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/555152846421446100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/555152846421446100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-it-this-week-is-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8731390090464489846</id><published>2010-05-17T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:52:02.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it my fault?</title><content type='html'>hello. today is not a nice day,&lt;br /&gt;IT is free period, lala, then CME , no cher come our class. then hist, copy copy corrections. then assembly, not nice durh. then comes English, played hangman with relief cher, xDD damn fun can? haha. then Geog, do corrections. D: hais.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who said that, you wanted us to last. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who said that, you hoped we could never split up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who said that, we can last forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, ended up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who , left me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who , split us up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who , broke my hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made cuts in my hearts, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which could never heal.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had hoped, we could never split up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But because of you, i even doubt myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had heard, insults coming from people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i still kept my spirits high, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to not let myself get affected. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, ended up, i get hurt the most. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it because of those insults, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so sorry..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If i had caused you to leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm so sorry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I hope you can continue to be my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8731390090464489846?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8731390090464489846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/was-it-my-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8731390090464489846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8731390090464489846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/was-it-my-fault.html' title='Was it my fault?'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1260135331465251841</id><published>2010-05-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:25:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>harlo. Lately, i realised that i have beenn rotting at home. + worrying for my promo test T_T.  i'm afraid i'll fail, and my coporal rank, byebye. D: I do not want that to happen. D: I'm afraid!! D: T_T . hais. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not think any more. i shall not think about this matter no more . D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, i'm rotting at home. no where to go. tmr school's is gonna start again .  &amp;amp; i have training!! D: craps. &gt;&lt; must endure!!! SHIT. i MUST NOT THINK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;noo. i don't want my results either. WHY. after exams seems to be pure torture!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i go watch PJ + korean drama to kill my boredom at home :\&lt;br /&gt;byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-1260135331465251841?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1260135331465251841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/bah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1260135331465251841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1260135331465251841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/bah.html' title='bah'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4431857640573952507</id><published>2010-05-10T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:10:45.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS</title><content type='html'>Yes!! My internet is backk!! FINALLY MAN. xD today, sucks hard really. sucks. should have came home and rot my way.  D: D:D:D:D: hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Percy Jackson's last book the ending not nice!!! D:  haiyo, he didn't become god lorh. he was given the choice to , but he chose not, because of love ( ANNABETH)&lt;br /&gt;hais, love. all heroes all like that one. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG OMFG, i'm worrying for my promo test on 21st may!! D: i want my coporal rank! &gt;&lt; i'm afraid of failing D:D: . HELP!  WOC is a terror!!  D:D: . i'm getting anxious!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo. gonna die hard for both exams. btw, today maths paper, really whole class staring at me &amp;amp; fionn?? gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4431857640573952507?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4431857640573952507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4431857640573952507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4431857640573952507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams.html' title='EXAMS'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3529107727075520340</id><published>2010-04-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:23:17.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCY JACKSON ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I LOVE PERCY JACKSON! &amp;amp; THE BOOKS! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. I just love it! xD i want the books, i'm intending to buy the books this week! :D myself! mwhahah, june hols i am going to buy the new book coming out " The Lost Heroes " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percy jackson fans out there, take note of this entirely new book!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lost Heroes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saving Olympus from the evil Titan lord, Kronos, Percy and friends have  rebuilt their beloved Camp Half-Blood, where the next generation of demigods  must now prepare for a chilling prophecy of their own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven half-bloods  shall answer the call,&lt;br /&gt;To storm or fire the world must fall.&lt;br /&gt;An oath to  keep with a final breath,&lt;br /&gt;And foes bear arms to the Doors of  Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in a brand-new series from blockbuster best-selling  author Rick Riordan, fans return to the world of Camp Half-Blood. Here, a new  group of heroes will inherit a quest. But to survive the journey, they’ll need  the help of some familiar demigods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: i want the main character, Percy Jackson back!! D: hais, nvm, i shall be a loyal fan and read this book! D:&lt;br /&gt;I will buy it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and study now, bye! you guys won't see me online, only today ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The Imperfectionist[alecia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3529107727075520340?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3529107727075520340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-percy-jackson-books-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3529107727075520340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3529107727075520340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-percy-jackson-books-damn.html' title='PERCY JACKSON ROCKS!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3680195276426736512</id><published>2010-04-16T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:06:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You are the only exception~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah damn this, student investiture, i was trembling == . And i saw like most of the people in the audience on the stage, how nice that. I was wear what? Blazer + Tie + heels + stockings. how embarrassing is that!! D:D: &gt;&lt; omgawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework:&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Home econs (screw it)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Geography(screw it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fag this, i'm not having a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Do i still want to continue playing the piano,&lt;br /&gt;Or do i want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I shall MIA from tomorrow onwards you know why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my mum is going to confiscate the internet. :\ hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3680195276426736512?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3680195276426736512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-exception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3680195276426736512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3680195276426736512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-exception.html' title='Only exception'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7588881982416551521</id><published>2010-04-14T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T04:36:24.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toot.</title><content type='html'>fag, i'm so dead larh. Friday have to attend investiture. then need to wear tie + blazer + some weird black with a little heel shoe. == .&lt;br /&gt;FAG. The shoe is the damn damn problem. gah, need to hell go to some shoe shop in whitesands to get the damn shoe. == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. this is so frustrating, life is getting in my way.. Everyday same events happens. everyday, we all try. but try so hard, till we fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i've got so many things kept in my heart, wanting to release them all. But i just can't put it into words... A picture means a thousand words. i can't show it either, neither can i express it. Only pain is doing its stuff in my heart, hurting. But, i just don't know the cause of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Living life to fullest.. Is that so difficult? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;either living my life to help the school , or,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;live my life with my friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm stuck between both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel stupid. Its just shoes i have to get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but, i feel.. there's something else in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;causing all the hurt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7588881982416551521?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7588881982416551521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/toot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7588881982416551521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7588881982416551521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/toot.html' title='toot.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3430107169922369743</id><published>2010-04-12T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T04:20:16.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fricken day</title><content type='html'>Today suck hard, every teacher that taught us today just practically scolded us like shit. except for mrs ong &amp;amp; Mr pee though, she quite nice ^^ :D then kena-ed by, history cher, CME cher, IT cher, form cher. :\ form cher kena us the most. hais. shall not post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But people in our class, can't they have some sense in their fricken heads? Hist Teacher gonna explode still can laugh (ha-ha) Like it is very funny, I really cannot stand you fricken idiots. What, There are people who hell want to study! You idiots, don't want to study can get the hell out of the damn class. Don't get you . == .  You don't hell want to study, GET OUT. THIS IS 2E1 NOT ANY OTHER CLASS. == . Fine, at home you don't want to study i hell don't care, in school, hist is difficult to most people, and to you maybe not, but, OTHERS WANT TO STUDY AND SCORE WELL FOR EXAMS. YOU TRYING TO BE SMART ALEC?! GET OUT AND SHOW OFF YOUR FRICKEN COOLNESS OUT THERE, NOT HERE , NOT DURING WHEN THE TEACHER IS TRYING HER VERY BEST TO EXPLAIN AND INTEREST THE WHOLE CLASS. This is PISSING ME OFF.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SCHOOL SUCKS or rather school sucks everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for after school :3 Melissa, Christina, Emily &amp;amp; Honghui!! HEART-TO-HEART! ;D love it :D Lunch at library = awesome, but .... &gt;&lt; service was bad . lol . haha, i hate librarians. fine, i get out, i know i not supposed to eat in library . fine, but, CAN'T WE SIT ON THE FLOOR?  fine fine, we obstructing hor, i'm getting out. == . GR. everything seems to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we're having cca tmr, gah. Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks :&lt;br /&gt;[ ] History assignment.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Maths assignment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] English assignment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Home Econs assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't everything, go the normal way? Does it have to pass through the HARD waY? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;This is so fag. == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have no life, entirely, NO LIFE. I got back my life recently, but then went back to no life, due to the chers scolding for bad attitude, and my aunt scold me for everything else there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg , tuition. talk more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3430107169922369743?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3430107169922369743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/fricken-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3430107169922369743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3430107169922369743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/fricken-day.html' title='fricken day'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-1263124647699413078</id><published>2010-04-11T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:16:15.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nan chiau cultural night</title><content type='html'>I HAD FUN YESTERDAY~~~&lt;br /&gt;Audience : wq, denise, zihua, gladys, me, rebecca, kf, kl, hc&lt;br /&gt;Performers : SHN, Isabel , Javier , Leonard. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nanyang polytechnic. :D Nan chiau cultural night. :D:D it was awesome~~ especially, when the mcs said, "let's welcome the WIND ORCHESTRA!" EVERYONE WAS SHOUTING AND SCREAMING!! i found shn and yufang in the whole band. D: didn't get to see javier and isabel in action! so sorry isabel didn't hear your solo! &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some retards sitting behind us, kept commenting, cb this, cb that, na bei this na bei that. Damn bloody irritating, got one guy kept saying "cb cb cb cb" I WAS damn freaking irritated, he said this " I don't care the people dance here and there. " WTF. Then what for he buy ticket and watch damn idiot siah la. the lady with him also the same, DAMN irritating == . hate them to hell. disturb my show. D&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8Grn62z_9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HxXLu0h6mAU/s1600/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832925652156370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8Grn62z_9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HxXLu0h6mAU/s200/P1010118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GroYaZBLI/AAAAAAAAARE/e7krOUBdojM/s1600/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832933586011314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GroYaZBLI/AAAAAAAAARE/e7krOUBdojM/s200/P1010116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8Gro6SPtPI/AAAAAAAAARM/AA0cdK5FPZ8/s1600/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832942678652146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8Gro6SPtPI/AAAAAAAAARM/AA0cdK5FPZ8/s200/P1010115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GrpTjFlaI/AAAAAAAAARU/eObQbCCmmNs/s1600/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458832949460178338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GrpTjFlaI/AAAAAAAAARU/eObQbCCmmNs/s200/P1010114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ LOVE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craps, i need to study . Nerd-mode have to be switched on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&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/4302456581962226867-1263124647699413078?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1263124647699413078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/nan-chiau-cultural-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1263124647699413078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/1263124647699413078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/nan-chiau-cultural-night.html' title='Nan chiau cultural night'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</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/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8Grn62z_9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HxXLu0h6mAU/s72-c/P1010118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-7651249126075413762</id><published>2010-04-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:21:22.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-edit- 9/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today(9/4) is a hectic yet fun day :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week got CHI ORAL , i total flung it. so yeap xD&lt;br /&gt;then just now [saman,fionn,emma,kimberly,sheri,ben] [melissa,christina,emily,me] were WEBCAM-ING:D:D:D:D xDD so funn~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GwAttp5kI/AAAAAAAAARc/rGVIvmMGyZk/s1600/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458837749667325506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GwAttp5kI/AAAAAAAAARc/rGVIvmMGyZk/s200/web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GwA4RwY7I/AAAAAAAAARk/4ch2_a2BWJM/s1600/po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458837752503100338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GwA4RwY7I/AAAAAAAAARk/4ch2_a2BWJM/s200/po.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click to enlarge.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the best day of the week !! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-7651249126075413762?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7651249126075413762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/edit-94.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7651249126075413762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/7651249126075413762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/edit-94.html' title='-edit- 9/4'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</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/_c--dxGIGVx4/S8GwAttp5kI/AAAAAAAAARc/rGVIvmMGyZk/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3462569791528886266</id><published>2010-04-08T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:53:05.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, i'm gettting freaking pissed off this bloody instant. You know, i flung my freaking oral exam. My freaking MATHS is freaking below distinction.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started revising. HOW SHIT IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; IPW is pissing me off, this bloody instant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; many many other things.&lt;br /&gt;Can life be any worse ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad and angry now. == .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3462569791528886266?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3462569791528886266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-im-gettting-freaking-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3462569791528886266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3462569791528886266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-im-gettting-freaking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4081165623040453349</id><published>2010-04-04T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:16:13.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK // ART</title><content type='html'>Homework is a burden nowadays. especially hands-on homework like ART!! I'm so pissed off at art, art is damn bloody difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework to be completed:&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Art (3D form)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irritating!! art especially, i don't get it, why is damn freaking art like that!??! GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I HATE ART. i'm so screwed for art now. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4081165623040453349?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4081165623040453349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/homework-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4081165623040453349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4081165623040453349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/homework-art.html' title='HOMEWORK // ART'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6269649586874436925</id><published>2010-04-03T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T04:18:27.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Melissa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;MELISSA LYE! GET WELL SOON!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From facebook, i found out dear melissa is sick! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA, gett well! so that monday you can go to school and suffer through lessons and after school have funn XDD OKAY? :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, xD just joking ;D get well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekends is damn shiok! XDD haha, just that i have nothing to do during these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MISSING 6FAITH`08!!!!!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;Primary school life is something I CHERISH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6269649586874436925?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6269649586874436925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/sick-melissa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6269649586874436925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6269649586874436925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/sick-melissa.html' title='Sick Melissa!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3224474467048682446</id><published>2010-03-30T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T03:41:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>failure.</title><content type='html'>To add another thing to a bad day i have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FAILED MY GRADE 2  PIANO EXAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro right? Grade 2 also can fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3224474467048682446?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3224474467048682446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3224474467048682446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3224474467048682446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure.html' title='failure.'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8481922407854318245</id><published>2010-03-30T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:34:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>Today is total shit. Hymh singing = failed. I was laughing throughout. idk why. But as far as i know, we were worse than yesterday and .. its was only the girls' voice i hear, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; me and peizhen keep voice-breaking. -_-" so, yah, and i so happened to forget to bring my student journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i forgot to bring to school :&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Student Journal (of all days... )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My foolscap with my home econs's research inside. ( &amp;amp; so happened, she gave us a lecture today ... == )&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY THANK KIMBERLY!! FOR LENDING ME HER FOOLSCAP!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;[ ] CALCULATOR (damn shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the art, i did until 11plus and SHE DIDN'T COLLECT !#$%$%&lt;br /&gt;it was the only homework i done and WASN'T COLLECTED. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;*i forget to bring 3 most important stuffs today larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, I have to polish my boots still it shines. i'm having difficulties....&lt;br /&gt;Life's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. overall = sark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post with a quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover  can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8481922407854318245?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8481922407854318245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8481922407854318245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8481922407854318245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6607219711752090174</id><published>2010-03-29T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:50:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>okay.. must buck up for tests now D: . i totally flung my history test. gah, i was supposed to write about the Great Depression. but instead i concentrated on WWI . D: totally our of point D: . Expected, i'm gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sianned with homework!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ART&lt;br /&gt;[ ] home econs research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this, most hated subj. ART. fag it. == . i hate art! i am not going to the ART STREAM. NONO. i opt outt. ==.  and today is totally  it, == i was gonna sleeep . why is EL so boring ? i know why == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. THIS IS STUPID. I HATE HOMEWORK. HOMEWORK SUCKS. ==.  fag it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's this GEOGRAPHY CAMP.  damn, it clashes with LEADERSHIP CAMP. then the week after that ATC [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADVENTURE T RAINING CAMP&lt;/span&gt;] (yesh, so dead and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ITS ON MY BIRTHDAY?!&lt;/span&gt;)  gah, my first atc, on my birthday, how cool is that . == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pissed off nowadays, at stupid comments . Look, tomorrow the bloody hymh singing, .. no comments, is it so difficult to sing out aloud?==. to get the damn bpc points,  there must be class spirit, enthusiasm . do we have them ? no.  none at all == .  gah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our favorite description of &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; is from the movie &lt;i&gt;Captain Corelli's  Mandolin&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then  subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out  whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable  that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not  breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of  eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince  ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned  away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had  it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the  pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and  not two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-St. Augustine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6607219711752090174?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6607219711752090174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6607219711752090174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6607219711752090174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-882867789119055974</id><published>2010-03-22T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:24:45.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no life</title><content type='html'>i tell you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hatred for school is soo much boiling to the top . D: can't believe it, i used to love school.&lt;br /&gt;But now i hate it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no life arh, everyday, homework, project work, homework , project work, homework project work. Holidays also the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My mum asked "go out for what?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied ," celebrate birthday ."&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked, " go out for what ?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Project work"&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked, " go out for what ?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Project work"&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked, " go out for what ?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied ,"Project work"&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked, "go out for what ?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Project work"&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked, " Go out for what?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, then she interupted , "don't say project work "&lt;br /&gt;I still replied, "Project work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so .... no life. everyday project work, IPW, no fun. gah, only some jokes here and there. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-882867789119055974?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/882867789119055974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/882867789119055974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/882867789119055974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-life.html' title='no life'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3211766541841961751</id><published>2010-03-21T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T03:13:57.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S6XxSE3SRoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Mbz7BbQl4rI/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451028216847419010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c--dxGIGVx4/S6XxSE3SRoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Mbz7BbQl4rI/s200/fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this damn interesting and cool :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3211766541841961751?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3211766541841961751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3211766541841961751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3211766541841961751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</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/_c--dxGIGVx4/S6XxSE3SRoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Mbz7BbQl4rI/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-4730598489947190557</id><published>2010-03-19T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:11:33.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i guess, i sorta a bad character now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But, i really want to know your opinion of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you always avoided the question .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I tried to ignore too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but, it was difficult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;everyday i keep thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;whether are you happy being with me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist [Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-4730598489947190557?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4730598489947190557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4730598489947190557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/4730598489947190557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/difficult.html' title='difficult'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3093971064659667530</id><published>2010-03-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:32:37.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke !</title><content type='html'>harlo, GAH. i can't believe myself, i bought a zero degree specs? ! my gawd. ._.  xD but, its freaking cool ;D supposedly , i'm suppose to do ipw today.... xD but ended up doing nothing. GAH. i'm so un-prepared for my ipw, i feel so screwed. D:  gahh.&lt;br /&gt;D: slackked around at Tamp mall today . xD going broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A BLACK TIE AND A WHITE COLLAR TEE.!! D: oh rather just a Collar tee + a TIE D: I WANT. D:&lt;br /&gt;I want, so many many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA SAVE UP FOR.. :&lt;br /&gt;-6Faith chalet.&lt;br /&gt;-collar tee + tie&lt;br /&gt;-food . xD&lt;br /&gt;-birthday presents!&lt;br /&gt;-June holidays!&lt;br /&gt;- EVERYTHING .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD okay. i'm so brokee. D:D:D: . i feel so broke. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist [Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3093971064659667530?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3093971064659667530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3093971064659667530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3093971064659667530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/broke.html' title='Broke !'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6331088218677153272</id><published>2010-03-13T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T06:46:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP</title><content type='html'>well, i've just returned from camp :D and IT WAS AWESOME. in someways. xD heh, shall describe the camp in DETAIL, as how I remember it xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were separated into 8 groups. Vietnam , Laos , Australia, Malaysia, Brunei , Thailand , China , Singapore ; respectively. ;D i was first posted to Singapore, and the members for sec 2 were, Ian &amp;amp; Gerald Goh . then when we were supposed to cook our dinner, i was then posted to Group 8, SINGAPORE . 'cause there was a Sec 1 girl alone, so yeap . TRANSFERRED . heh. She is Thang Thang , she's vietnamise . xD cool right? she don't study MT at all . Group 8 consisted of, Adam &amp;amp; Xiang Tian &amp;amp; Christopher &amp;amp; Dalton &amp;amp; Myself (sec 2s, WE ROCK) then sec 3, Jonathan Lim &amp;amp; Benedict . Then sec 1s , Vicky , Marcus , Derek (JW's twin xD) , Thang Thang . Our ncos-in-charge : Raveen sir &amp;amp; Zhiyin Ma'am . ( THEY ROCKS! :D ♥ )&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the smallest guy in our group ate the most, Derek . ._.&lt;br /&gt;THEN , after dinner, we had NIGHT WALK :D but the waiting period for my turn was horrendously stupid, and long. D: we were not allowed to partner the people of same level, D:&lt;br /&gt;GAH, i went with a sec 1 boy, Bryan Lim .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, we walked along OUR CLASSROOM corridor, and peeked into the classroom for LIGHTSTICK :D xD it was eerie, because it was located at 2E2 classroom the light stick was hanging by a thread on the projector with a slip of note. it wrote in scary handwriting . "the next station is located below this " which was the 3rd story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went there, they asked us to walk past the home econs room. :\ it was reported that the home econs room at night (the one mrs choo uses) is haunted. well, yeah, then went to meet the ncos, then tio pumped, because we replied and they gave the wrong response. We were supposed to say "November Papa Charlie Charlie" and they were supposed to reply "Hotel Sierra Charlie" D: they said "Hostel Sierra Charlie" D:D:pumped 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went upstairs near the sec 4s classrooms, to enter the haunted toliet, which is said to be haunted by a girl and a baby . yeap,&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;its that, the girl was pregnant then to avoid ppl knowing,&lt;br /&gt;she used something to get the not-fully-developed feutus out of her and flushed it down the toliet. Then she went and jump down from the 4th storey, she committed suicide .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The ncos there, then kept saying "the mother is crying" , "the mother died again " . then opposite where we were sitting, we saw the projector projecting an image of green and blue colour mix, nco said that, it is haunted and said that there is someone studying in there.(she said until its normal ) then we went to the toliet, we read the note, but before we reached the note, we suddenly heard , loud crying sounds, ._. (i was kinda freaked out) then we went to the cubicle and it was , gosh, filled with toliet papers , then when i picked up the light stick to read the note, the person cried louder, and freaked me out alittle, then suddenly, rapping on the door. then we quickly rushed out and told nco what we read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to the boys' toliet , 'cause there's a door inside, and the note is inside, so yeah. Then it said to "Go to the library lockers." Then we saw 2 ncos lying there like zombies/walking corpse . they say to find the other piece of the note in the other lockers. so yeap, we then proceeded to the girl's toliet near the hall, not the one near the classrooms one. its at the back of the hall . then we entered the toliet, to read the note then it said to go down to the Basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the canteen, nco was there, we walked, he beckoned us to continue walking towards the bandroom, then we went back cos seniors said he was the station master for that particular station. then we said the code, then he didn't reply, i did == so kena pumped 5 . gahhh, i talk too much. then me , bryan , ryan(sec 2) , and some sec 1 guy, was a group of 4. then we went down to the basment together, then they said to retrieve a light stick from the end of the tunnel . we went, but there was a red light stick indicating that, no entry is allowed, then we went backwards, saw sir standing there, but without light sticks, so we were not suppose to talk him, but pretend that he wasn't there, then suddenly, the red light sticks were removed, then we saw 2 ncos walking around then we went to retrieve then the game became confusing, :\ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ended the night walk trail. :D then went to SLEEP :D xD without showering, i was exhausted. gahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night i was freezing to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had some uhm, change clothes then went out for LUNCH &amp;amp; AMAZING RACEEEEEE:D&lt;br /&gt;went to chi-natown first by mrt and went to Raffles Place &amp;amp; Clarke Quay by foot ;D water was essential , we went chi-natown to find a few pictures then went to Raffles Place to find the historic picture. then we ate lunch at CHI-NATOWN ;D AWESOME :D then we didn't win the game :\ but! WE HAD FUN don't we? xD we just had to get more enthu and don't bring so many stuffs without a bag. xDDD hahas. then NIGHTIME? CAMPFIREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! WOOT. we did many many CHEERS :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D GROUP 8 WON!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LESBIAN FTW!!&lt;/span&gt; ;D friendship cheer ;DDD LES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. :D then we had CSI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOT! !&lt;br /&gt;there's no way am i gonna elaborate on that xDDD CAUSE IT ROCKS. though we were very very tired. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEpt without interference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area cleaning, and announcement of important nco-ship and best camper awards. ;D&lt;br /&gt;then went to get back our messtins and home! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Was it hard to endure on for me? I'm hating myself. I'm very disappointed with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, SJAB is still in school CAMPING :D xD&lt;br /&gt;thou shall sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist[Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6331088218677153272?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6331088218677153272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6331088218677153272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6331088218677153272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp_13.html' title='CAMP'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-6710139046881016885</id><published>2010-03-11T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:54:23.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP</title><content type='html'>Gahhh. i just realised that, i'm gonna spend my WEEKENDS in school! D: &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; there are super loads of homeworks!! GAH, especially GROUP WORK. i hate it. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, i'm gonna miss my comp, my bed, my room , my house, everything man!  D:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it would be fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos, i need to go soon for the camp D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-6710139046881016885?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6710139046881016885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6710139046881016885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/6710139046881016885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp.html' title='CAMP'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-8901844945896949551</id><published>2010-03-10T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T04:20:48.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not worth it .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're in secondary school, there's no truth or the lies.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to differenciate them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;is there any more differences between lies and the truth?&lt;br /&gt;what is the problem with me?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so frustrated nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying, i'm trying hard,&lt;br /&gt;but i get no outstanding results .&lt;br /&gt;i got worse .&lt;br /&gt;i got irritating .&lt;br /&gt;i got annoying .&lt;br /&gt;i got very upset .&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;i find faults with the others too much,&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that,&lt;br /&gt;i'm no difference from them .&lt;br /&gt;i'm no excuse .&lt;br /&gt;i'm not any different from them .&lt;br /&gt;i'm not any better than them .&lt;br /&gt;therefore,&lt;br /&gt;i have no rights to say anything about them .&lt;br /&gt;i'm a failure .&lt;br /&gt;i don't learn from my mistakes .&lt;br /&gt;i don't repent .&lt;br /&gt;i'm not worth succeeding .&lt;br /&gt;i fail .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, .. these days bring much emotional stress and pressure . i just don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;am i suppose to dread tomorrow's speech day + the upcoming camp ?&lt;br /&gt;or am i supposed to love tomorrow + the atc ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i don't know how to feel or react to any problems anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't think straight .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, don't doubt yourself, i love you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; i trust you enough, to entrust you my life, for you to save .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-8901844945896949551?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8901844945896949551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8901844945896949551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/8901844945896949551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-worth-it.html' title='i&apos;m not worth it .'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4302456581962226867.post-3207873302995858386</id><published>2010-03-08T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:08:07.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt; i'm feeling kinda weird for tomorrow!! D:  i'm afraid i will screw up my drills again! gosh, we're seriously lacking behind, gawd, must BUCK UP!!! gah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair weird, no need to say one == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, crappps. gah, . I gotta do my damn art nao . D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Imperfectionist [Alecia]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4302456581962226867-3207873302995858386?l=transitions-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3207873302995858386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-feeling-kinda-weird-for-tomorrow-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3207873302995858386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4302456581962226867/posts/default/3207873302995858386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitions-in-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-feeling-kinda-weird-for-tomorrow-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14596440350785474168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
