<?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-14445845</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:08:26.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me. (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-2923004527126369253</id><published>2007-07-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:43:04.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I HAVE MOVED! DONT THINK I WILL BE UPDATING THIS BLOG ANYMORE. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;or maybe i will once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-2923004527126369253?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2923004527126369253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2923004527126369253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-moved-dont-think-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-394676333044867845</id><published>2007-06-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:34:32.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ohh ohhh! i wanna thank everyone who has made my birthday so wonderful this year! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess holding this chalet thing wasnt as bad as i thought. you know when i got there. i knew what dad was gonna say. he's like : this place is smaller than my house and it's not air conditioned! and after that he said : jo! why did we get this place in the first place? we could have held it in our own house! hah. well. i have no idea. but thing is, if it's in my house. we cant drink and we are gonna disturb my parents when they sleep cause we didnt sleep! we wont be able to talk and wont be able to go to the beach. but at least we can get out of the house for sure. but with air con. i dont think anyone wont sleep. (: maybe we should hold it in someone's house next year. like either twin's house or my house. yeps. preparing the food was the worse part. you have to buy, prepare, pack, load up the car, unload and start bbq-ing. piang! hard work. there's too many things to say about the chalet. besides the part that people started smashing cake into twin's face and mine. idiot. i knew the guys were up to something cause everyone stood so close to one another. abel was the first to smash a cake into my face. but he was busy laughing when i attacked him back. (: all and all, even though it was bad cause it's all over your face, hair and shirt and sticky, it was still fun!!! we started to emo at night. well. that's what always happen if there's nic and jia around. we will just start talking and everything comes. my special present came like 10 mins before 12. it was a big surprise and i really love it. (: hah. the whole thing was tiring. bjorn, jia and i came straight home, showered and slept all the way to 3. piang. shagged! hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still dont have a reason. and it really makes me wonder whether i really give a fuck about you. cause i dont believe in you anymore. yet. i try to be in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tell me your reason for coming back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-394676333044867845?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/394676333044867845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/394676333044867845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohh-ohhh-i-wanna-thank-everyone-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-2272474727789129773</id><published>2007-06-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:11:42.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;happy belated birthday bean! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sorry bean. i know it's like 5 days late. so sorry. will make it up to you okay!? i will sing you a song. (: happy belated birthday to bean. happy belated birthday to bean! happy belated birthday to BBBBEEEEAAANNNNN, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO BEAN! -applause.- :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;happy birthday to martin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess what? it's martin's birthday today! hah. bet he's smiling an extra more today. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. these are all the june babies. hah. june babies rock man. have been studying the whole week. followed the timetable yinfung gave me. (: have no idea where he is now. had tuition today. dr roberts was really nice. we told him we didnt went for lessons for 2 weeks. so he briefly went through the worksheet he gave us. awesome. i was looking forward to it. maybe because i missed his lessons. i am missing maths lessons too. and i am missing my maths tutor. ): hiya! i am gonna die for common test i think. i think i am going to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;R.E.T.A.I.N!&lt;/span&gt; waited for nic today outside orchard point when there were like seats. took out my bio notes to like read it. then this indian couple were next to me. the lady was like saying : so poor thing. why is she studying here. i just looked at her. nic came. went for tuition. well. time passed damn quickly. one of our tuition mates mubbles big time. like for nuts sake open your mouth and talk! nic bought &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;old chang kee&lt;/span&gt; and i bought tori-Q for lunch. took a bus to nic's house to take our stuff. man. her brother shattered my heart. ): like SHATTERED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;PREPARE FOR SHIT TIME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;you are just a bloody asshole. blaming others for what you have done wrong. you have never gone to reflect whether you are at fault or not. excuse me. i am not the cause for your breakup. i shall repeat : I AM NOT THE CAUSE FOR YOUR DAMN FUCKING BREAK UP WITH YOUR EX GIRLFRIEND. GET IT? if you dont, then i am sorry. cause i cant translate for you into chinese since my com doesnt have the software. but i guess even if i have, you wouldnt even know how to read it. you didnt appreciate the fact that i came to talk to you about your problem with her. i talked to you nicely and what did you say to me? you said it's none of my business. it was your girlfriend who asked me for help to talk to you. i was on the phone with her when i messaged you and i told her everything i have typed in the message before sending them to you. what's your bloody problem? do some reflection please. hey. i was there to help. HElP not RUIN EVERYTHING. you ruined everything. next, i dont have a possessive problem because if i do, i would have objected her from going with you right from the beginning and even objected her to go with other guys. the problem lies with you! i've only talked to you once in my life. and that is about this. and you say i have possessive problem? think again kid. how well do you even know me to judge me? i have the right to judge you for everything you've done. and come on. just a nice hi doesnt mean she still has feelings for you. dont be so overly proud of yourself. it's her fault for misjudging the kind of person you are. you should count yourself lucky to have an ex girlfriend like her cause you dont deserve her. SHE'S JUST TOO GOOD FOR YOU SO ADMIT IT YOU JERK! i should just state the fact in your face now kay. the first time i saw you, i could see what kind of person you are. but she liked you. she fell for you and she chose you over other guys. i truly said: go on and be with him. i am sure he will treat you well and you will be happy being with him. when she told me she had feelings for you. AND GUESS WHAT? you took her for granted, you didnt really care about her well-being. you said she forced you to fetch her back. you didnt even truly love her. you just merely took her as YOUR TOY! you made her go back home all alone late at night when she stays like the opposite end of singapore. worse of all, you just send her to the bus stop opposite your house and throw her there on her own. what if smth happened to her? you know. you shouldnt blame her for the reputation you are getting now cause you are the one distorting your own image. so just turn around and bye bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry my dear girl that i have to be crude here. but it's the fact i am stating. you dont need him around you anymore cause you deserve so much better from someone who truly loves you. &lt;&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-2272474727789129773?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2272474727789129773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2272474727789129773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-belated-birthday-bean-sorry-bean_07.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-4282585101845429363</id><published>2007-05-28T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:44:50.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh man. it's the start of the school hols already! that's damn fast. very soon, i will be sitting for my common test then after that i will be having my sept hols and then come my promos. shit. that's damn fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the hockey girls played well on thursday even though we lost by one goal. it's okay. (: i didnt know how to go home from delta. so i walked all the way to the bus stop after bukit merah library. i was thinking about secondary school life while walking. and the songs that were playing really triggered the thoughts. i purposely missed all my buses just to take 855 home. and guess what?! the bus that came was the bus i always take. hah. i recognise the bus number plate. it's TIB 913 Z. i saw stc girls on the bus and i thought i still belonged there. i was sitting on the seat and i just didnt feel the same. that's when i realised hey i am not wearing my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ij blue&lt;/span&gt;. the portion above my ankle doesnt feel as if there's something around it cause i'm not wearing the stc socks! oh man. i miss stc like mad. like omfg. i was thinking about everything okay. then i felt something missing. and that's my whole pile of books with my file! hah. i used to carry them to and from school and everyone will always offer help to carry them for me cause it's bloody heavy. i dont know how to managed to carry them. (: i'm still carrying the bag i always carry to stc. and it's how many times lighter than what i used to carry to school. so wierd right?! i was counting down the number of bus stops left to my stop. and that's when 'unfaithful' started to play. it made me remember that very day jillian loved that song. hah. rina, jillian, i and someone else were at the bus stop waiting for the bus. i let her hear the song. and that very day was like after bio paper i think. ): i wanna go back to sec 4! i want 4a back! it made me remember the 855 gang too. hiya! i could also tapped my card before going down. last time i couldnt even do it please. my hands are full and i wont be able to tap. walked home and have this tendency to like look my reflection on the windows of the church. i am not vain kay. but it's like ya. i always look to see if my uniform was neat even though i am just a few blocks away from home. that's when i realised i am no longer wearing the&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ij blue&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN! ): shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i met weixuan. saw her like from far but couldnt like confirm it was her. i was so so happy to see her. stc people! hah. we talked under the damn hot sun. and we realised there's so many things in common that we are facing right now. like we cant clique and everything. and most of all. WE MISS STC! shit shit shit! i really miss times in stc. i admit i didnt really like stc. but now i love it. like what weixuan said : treasure the times in stc when you can! time pass by so quickly that we dont even realise. i cant do well in my tests. and i feel like a damn failure. it's quite demoralising to know that you are lagging behind when actually in secondary school, you are way in front of people. crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;benny and twin are in china now. i wonder how they are doing. i miss them badly. ): i feel empty inside like so insignificant. yet i feel that i should be left alone. life's bad for me even though i will always say i'm fine. i am not okay. gotta go study now before heading to jia's house i think. i dont know where i am going after leaving dad's office. i feel lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-4282585101845429363?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/4282585101845429363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/4282585101845429363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-7655408903695025194</id><published>2007-05-17T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:50:04.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my my. i can see my tagboard being flooded by you people. (: well. i just want to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;happy belated birthday nicole tan!!! (((:&lt;/span&gt; though i know it's like umm. 2 days after your birthday but at least your special day has been made just for you. whee!! arent you happy? hah. well. let me give a brief summary of nicole tan's big day. ( it sounds like she's being proposed by someone.) on this special day, for the first time, you could see nicole tan from afar smiling to herself in the morning. it's like. she tries to keep her smile but then yet it was obvious. and yes. everyone wished her happy birthday. and abel teo thought that he wasnt the last. but apparently he was! (: tsk tsk tsk. abel teo. hah. okay. then we all went for assembly and she headed for class after that. well. it was like at 11 when i came out of bio lec. and i thought yes! now is the time to celebrate with my dearest girlfriend. and when i came out, while heading to the cafe, i bumped into guanghao and the rest. and he was like : die!! you know lt1 and lt2 have lecture. how to find a piano. luckily, it was his day. we just finished lec so the ava was empty for that period. (: happily walking to the cafe like asap, miss ng saw us. she says we cant be late. so have to be in by 1115. that was benny came along with twin with the cake. and ya. as usual. shit. i cant go cause i have tutorial. and guess what? yanxiu and i were the only ones in class while the others came in at 1130. pissing! ya ya. at least one slice of cake was left for me. yummy! :D it was delicious. hah! yuexing bought nic a cake. and that's when she got her present. hah. like cake at the sides of her face. eww! the student council norminees sang a birthday song for her. like 'use her for their campaign'. hah. how funny. and nicole keeps telling me the same thing. it was super funny and damn cute. she is like : jjooooo. my special day is ending soon. how? seriously, i dont know how to answer her. if i can, i will stop time for her. (: and she goes up to coach shaun they all saying : coach, you know today's a special day. hah. and i will be behind her hinting them what's the special day about. silly nic! (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i still love you. and i will still love jia as much. as well as benny and twin! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we left for kallang at 1230. the guys put on a great fight. warren was super pissed with himself. and we realised when he's angry, he plays better. yingneng pissed his opponent off by taking the game slowly. hah. so funny. mr backhand. and my idol. yanyi! hah. he's really the man. he won his match. ohhh!! then we watched the other schools play. we are happy that hwa chong beat acjc! woohoo! (: watched the power match. seriously. even though she has a big ass, it's still not good enough to beat her opponent. hopeless man. maybe she should make her ass bigger so that she has more power to hit the ball. and maybe make her eyes bigger to look at people cause her eyes are really covered by stamps. we took a cab to opa to watch the rugby match. it was a good fight. could see the guys were playing hard. well. it was the last 6 mins that turned the whole game around. like what coach shaun always tell us. the ball is round, anything can happen. we all feel the pain inside us. it takes time to forget about it. there's still next year to win back the championships, (: like in the mitch albom book, it says 'what's wrong with being second'? well. we dont have to be winners all the time even though we tend to want to. just take it as this year is a bad year for sa. we will work even harder next year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tomorrow will be last day for all my tests. i'm not sleeping enough yet i have to study. shit. worse thing still. instead of writing transciption, i wrote translation as my answer! dumb me. oh well. benny says it's better to learn your mistakes now and know it than make it during common test and promos. that's true actually, but i dont want to fail again! i keep failing my tests. goodness! i bet everyone is studying for maths test now. and yes. i am going to go now! wait! finally, i went to have tau huay with nic and benny. omfg. it's been like so long since i ate tau huay with tang yuan. but the most important thing is i went with nic and benny! (: tomorrow is the day for the tennis guys, soccer guys and netball girls. hope they play well tomorrow! (: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;REMEMBER! we are all champions.&lt;/span&gt; dont believe. ask my queen. she will tell you, we are champions but i am a champion. hah!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-7655408903695025194?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7655408903695025194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7655408903695025194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-356131399847650833</id><published>2007-05-02T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:52:39.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing's been the same once jc really begins. season is over. and we didnt manage to make it to the next round. everytime i think of the hwa chong match, it just comes back to the same point that i let loui and the team down. if it's not for my injury, i wouldnt have lost the match with loui. sometimes i really feel that i am not good enough. really. all our effort didnt pay off. all those damn physical we did, damn suicides and sprints. my goodness. just didnt pay off. i know the coaches are disappointed. not just a little. and i know the j2s are super disappointed too. i mean who can accept the fact that all those tough trainings, physical and insufficient sleep just go to waste in 2 weeks? it's the pain we feel deep down inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dont enjoy school like how i used to. the lecturers are bad. it's not about the spoonfeeding. it's just that the teachers tend to go very fast and they will give you the reason saying that : we have no more time! come on. you would rather we know our stuff than not right? i see no point rushing, getting all the syllabus done but know nothing. and everything is screwed for today i tell you. i've got my auntie to go pick up the photocopied text from the uncle and guess what. he didnt photocopy it. like what the fuck. he could have called me to pick my original text earlier and gave someone else to photocopy. fine. he said it will be more expensive to photocopy so he told my auntie to tell me that i should buy a copy of the text. okay. so my aunt tried to help and she asked another photocopying shop to see if they wanna do the business. and the same thing they said to buy another copy. so when she came back she told me everything. how nice of her, she told me she checked with the bookshop auntie. and the auntie say that the copy costs about 65. so like yea. buy from her. called nic and told her. and then i rush all the way to coronation. and guess what?! the shop was close and i had to wait for like 10 mins. so finally when she came back, i asked her does she have the text now since i dont see on the shelf myself. and no! the texts have not arrive. oh my fucking shit okay. she could have told my auntie! then i dont have to rush here and there. instead, i have to place order! fuck! i came back home after that with nothing in my hands. HAHA! so funny ya? today is a screwed day totally. like it's trying to make a fool out of me. and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry nic for all these inconvience. sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like what jia said : all we need arent boyfriends now but good friends like us! i totally agree with jia. i mean boys may come and they may go, but friends will be there forever. they come in and out of lifes without leaving behind any footsteps. but friends leave not only a big big footstep but a very deep one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every day when the work is behind you. and the shop and the store put the lock on the door, just get away where your worries won't find you. If you like, well, I'll tell you more. Don't let the day get the better of you. When the evening comes, there's so much to do! You'd better put on your best and wear a smile. Come along with me a while'cause I tell you. I know a place where the music is fine and the lights are always low! I know a place where we can go. cheer up girl. nothing is that difficult. put your focus on something else. i am sure, you will be happier somehow. we will always be here for you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-356131399847650833?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/356131399847650833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/356131399847650833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothings-been-same-once-jc-really.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-2395410593761206010</id><published>2007-04-06T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:42:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! i am back. (: hah. much have happened since the last time i've blogged. i'm happy to have friends there for me. nic, jia, joshua and russell have put much happiness into my life. (: and not to forget benny, twin and the rest. i would like to thank rina too for knocking some sense into my head. making me realise something i didnt at first. met up with her yesterday after school. i miss her terribly. (: we went around talking, drinking bubble tea and did some window shopping. went to our favourite food place. SUSHI TEI! hah. we took the longest time ever to eat. and we were like so full after eating. think she's coming later to stay over at my place. and i guess she's still sleeping or having picnic now. hah. her mom is still as cute. she can never remember my name. so she calls me 'the once with the cute brother. ' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something bad happened over the week. and i am sick and tired of quarreling. seriously. just take the damn money. it's yours. you argue with me why i should pay and now you tell me you dont want me to pay. come on lahs. you need the money then just take it. dont come and turn the whole thing around and make us go through the same fucking thing again. and stop saying that i hate you or what so ever. cause it just seems like i'm the one forcing you to give in to me. now, all you have to do is get your facts right. you know. when you talk about something. you end up saying it in one circle and back again in another circle. but both are of different meanings. that's what pissed me off cause i dont even know whether i should believe what you said. which set of words you want me to believe. the first or the second? and there's no link whether i have my friends to back me up and you have amelia to back you up. NO LINK! and dont bring in the fact that your dad is not doing well to me cause in this kind of society, which business is not doing well. onc min you say you need me to pay cause your dad is having financial diff. later tell me no, it's because he's not doing well in his business. if since your family is not doing well, why do you still have to spend so much on cosmetic. it's because you want to. not because you need to or must have. still i see no link! you brought in the fact that you told me upon knowing that the pouch was found. yes. i am grateful for that. this shows that our friendship was built on honesty. but so what has it got to do with me that i have to pay you? the pouch is found. and now you have 2 sets. even better. i went to find out how long all those stuff expires. please. it's not as if it expires within half a year. so are you like trying to fool me since you know i know nuts about cosmetic? you couldnt even give me a good rationale why i should pay you since the pouch is found. you just keep going back to the fact that if it's not for me who lose your pouch, such things wouldnt have happened and if it didnt you wont have 2 sets. this is not a good reason for me to pay you. whatever it is. just take the money. you know. it not only annoys me or irritates me. it frustrates me when you have to keep pushing and pushing and pushing. excuse me. i only have such limits to everything i can take. i never mean it before in my life when i tell someone enough is enough. you pushed me to the extend to tell you to shut up. and still you dont get it and continue to push. you said you care about me, worry that i dont have money to eat. since when did you? everytime you message me the first thing i see is : jo, have you called the person yet/ remember to call the person okay. everytime you call me : did you call the person? is this called caring about me? more like you care about yourself. you indirectly say i am selfish. say that i care about myself, anything that has to do with me. my studies, my cca, my friends. say that i am self-centred. then arent you my friend? wasnt i trying to get the money to pay you? i hate to be in debt. and i never like to borrow money from people. that's why the more i shut myself away so that i wont have to go out and spend money. you said i didnt care about you. since when have i not? you said i am trying to push my responsibility away. since when? i just didnt see a point to pay you since the pouch is found. i dont see my fault now. it's totally different from pushing my blame away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you drank ice water when you went to thai express that day with your friends. you didnt eat. and when your friends ask you is it you dont have money. you feel bad. if that's the case you can choose not to go. why do you have to put yourself in that kind of situation when you can avoid it. i can turn my friends down when they ask me out and give them a reason that i have to save money. why cant you? it's not even embarrassing. all you thought of was to be part of what they were doing. even so, you get affected. if they are really your friends, i think they will change their plans so that you wont have to spend so much money. if my friends can do it, why cant yours? you tell me you take taxi cause you are lazy to walk home. then if you are so lazy, then dont go to school. dont go out. so you dont have to take that long walk out of your house. you may think i am being crude. but this is how i really feel. i feel that there's no such need to keep it all inside me and swallow them down. i see no such need to why i shouldnt tell you. you know what. i dont think i have changed. but it's you who have changed. a good example is you put on make up now when you go out but you didnt do that in the past. i dont know how to talk to you anymore jean. everytime i'm telling myself. sit down and listen to her what she has to say. dont tell me it's message tone. it's bullshit. the words are there. the meanings are conveyed. i dont care what tone it is in. after you come and say that your family is not as rich as mine. what bullshit. there's no room for you to come and compare your family assets to mine. NO LINK! i did my part of reflecting and i think it's time for you to do that. there's no need to self reproach yourself after i said i will pay you. cause it just all seems like you are just giving in to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-2395410593761206010?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2395410593761206010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2395410593761206010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-21676718983923480</id><published>2007-03-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:07:18.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay okay.  i am like typing so fast here so i can get it over and done with. and hurry hurry go do my work. i've spent 5 consecutive days with nic, jia and joshua. like goodness! (: i'm not complaining. i like it though. (: i love their company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had a match on that day. it was like 0745 pm. ehhh. i met nic first at queenstown mrt at about 1210? yea. then we waited for the damn 195 to come. it was so long! there was this auntie who was eating her stuff. then all the pigeons started coming. like eww. they were flying everywhere. met joshua outside queensway. hah. i purposely embarrassed him across the road. (: yea. jia was late again. so we decided to go to shop first so that nic can restring her racket. then while waiting for jia, we went to almost all the shops to look for. okay. i cant say it.  _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. hah. we were like looking for the best deal. jia took a cab down to meet us. nic and i bought the adi and nike one. hah. pretty! we went to ikea to eat after that. yea. my spag was like only 1.50. i think they charged wrongly even though it was kids. our plan after lunch was to go to suntec to play arcade! hah. so funny. we wanted to like sit this uncle's cab. but we wanted to know how much it was. then joshua went up to the uncle and ask. he couldnt be bothered to wind down the window. i think he thought we have no money or he thought joshua was mad. hah. we cabbed the other taxi cause we didnt like his attitude. went to the arcade. jia, nic and joshua were idiots okay! they killed me by choosing the most advance mode for my drums. crazy! and of course i struggled and i died. evil!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we played ddr. hah. jia was super funny! she freaks out everytime she sees the arrow. while i am like there trying to rescue her and my legs were going bonkas! joshua and nic were laughing their ass off. then we played time crisis! hah. we are cool people! we went to royal sporting house cause jia wanted to buy that too. she tried and when she was about to pay, she realised the vouchers cant be used there. and i did a very mean thing lahs. jia was like : jo! the vouchers cant be used here. how?!' and i replied : then dont buy lahs! and walked away. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;walked to marina. oh my goodness. this was worse! till today, they are still harping on it. and still laughing at it okay! yea. jia said she wanted to go divas. so we made our way there. then i saw this dragonfly necklance! i was like ohhh. it's nice. so itchy fingers lahs. i thought the tail is like movable. so i like twisted it to the left and went like cool! then i try again but this time to the right. and told myself : okay! this necklance is damn cool! the tail is movable! so i turned the tail like 360 degrees like dont know how many rounds. that's when it came off! and i happily thought. no worries. should be detachable. so i tried putting it back when i realised, shit! this time i am done for it! it's not detachable neither is it like rotatble. nic found out when i like stared at her with my big eyes. hah. joshua and jia kept laughing okay! piang! i walked out of the shop pretending nothing happened and brought the tail out of the shop. i think joshua has it now. hah. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;met evil twin too! yea kaixian! you better stop next time okay. how can i be like talking to you when your back is facing me and you are like so far away!!! i didnt realise but nic was telling me that he was actually walking beside me and like looking at me when i was talking to jia. without even realising there's a guy next to me. hah. i'm blind actually. okay. yea. i only realised it when i saw the shirt. i was telling jia like : hey, that shirt looks familiar. looks like the one my evil twin has! that's when my phone rang and i saw his name on my phone. hah. cool right!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we walked through citylink and took a train to paya lebar to take my specs. jia, joshua and nic started trying on. we went to the ntuc there. bought fruit juice. that was when jia said that we should just get the 100 plus can from kallang since it's like a dollar there. lucky we checked okay! the 1.5 litre was 1.85? hah. a better deal isnt it?! ate a little before we got there. we took a train to kallang. and while walking halfway it started raining! so we took a shelter at the bus stop. joshua said to cab like after 7 since it's after peak hours. so we happily sat at the bus stop for like what. 20 mins? hah. we walked down somemore so that it's easier to get a cab. that's when i saw this puddle of water. like damn big puddle. i screamed when the bus went pass it. and being jia, she screamed too cause she thought there was this car coming to run us down. hah. it's super funny! our cab fare from there to kallang was like 8 bucks?! daylight robbery man! crazy. got jammed there. and the uncle had to like drive in rounds to get us to the tennis centre. crap. i hate the roads there. we had to roll the courts cause it rained. and we saw like parents helping their kids roll the courts. like what the hell lahs!? and they need 4 rollers just to roll one damn court!  we won our match. 9-2. bren did a damn bad thing i tell you. we didnt expect him to do that. i think he knew who my opponent was. she was like sitting there talking to someone when he like pretended to vomit and said : my heart is breaking! hah. it was unintentional. but i think she thinks that my brother did it on purpose. stupid brother. sent nic back and yea. that's the end of tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my opponent came early that day. like way early. she appeared at my house at 10 in the morning. took her books out and lied on my bed to study. how cool! hah. you will never see such moments whereby your opponent will come to your house in the morning. and then play against you in the afternoon! joshua and jia came after that. jia and i were trying to learn the 'girlfriend' dance. hah. nic and joshua were saying that we are going crazy over that song. went down to dad's office for tom yam. we managed to catch a cab outside my house. and the uncle was cool! he picked us all up. like 6 of us in his cab. (: my tom yam was like spicy hot! i told mom that if i am gonna finish it, i will faint on the court later when i play with nic. cause my tummy always get damn hot when i run if i eat something spicy. thanks to jia. she gave me some of her soup. we cabbed to kallang like again. and this time from lavender to kallang. like so much further. but it only cost like what. 3 plus? nic and i started our match early. we took court 10. and jia took court 11. i lost to nic 6-3,6-1. i tell you. i cant stand her. she hit 9 winner shots okay! crazy! cant believe it, i actually counted the number of times. jia's opponent is like super big size! oh oh! and we saw han kai jie. joshua's opponent! hah. someone joshua dislikes cause he lost to him 6-2, 5-7, 5-7. made our way to yio chu kang after that. had friendly against cat high c div. we were super drained after that. hah. jia, nic and i were like tired. shagged! i started saying ku ku nei nei nei nei ku ku while walking from somerset mrt to cine. they were laughing at me cause they were imagining me saying that while playing on court. hah. we were all going high cause we were tired. went to cine foodcourt to eat. my bubbletea cost a bomb! 2.80. crazy. nic and jia asked me why it was so expensive and i said : cause the pearls were 30 dollars. when i was supposed to be 30 cents. hah. i didnt know what i was talking. went to taka to buy fruit juice. then ehhh. walked to wisma. went into the nokia shop and to topshop to have a look. then parted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went out of the house at about 12 today with mom and bren. took a bus down to town. then eh. had lunch at ambush. man. the spag was damn nice. met jia and russell at taka foodcourt. yea. and parted with mom and bren. we took 14 down to kallang. and that's when jia told russell about the dragonfly thing. hah. when we reached kallang. nic was done with her first set. seriously, we didnt have to go down and support her. the jap girl who played against shiyan yesterday is damn good. she's the man man! nic beat her opponent 6-0, 6-0. no kick lahs! (: managed to see hui hui like only her body. cause her face was so black we cant even see! hah. then took 14 back to town. wanted to watch stomp the yard. but it was sold out! so decided to watch the messengers. it's a good show. really. must watch! the sound effects were good. jia kept scaring me okay. there was this part, everyone screamed. but there was nothing on the scream. like nothing scary. so i said wha. but i think it was too loud and the whole cinema started laughing. funny! (: weeliang sent me back. hah. i tell you. his friend's car is like so cool! it was totally like a brroom brooommm car! i like the feeling everytime he steps on the acclerator. hah. the car will like kick off and it will like go damn fast! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we were talking about our dreams. and our dreams is to own a brrooom brooommm car in future. own a big house so that all of us can stay in it. and lastly to own a go-cart park. of course, han and the rest have to chip in to make the go-cart park happen. if not, i think we will take a million years to make it happen. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-21676718983923480?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/21676718983923480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/21676718983923480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-177129522999523435</id><published>2007-03-12T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:19:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just rolled myself back from mom's room. hah. i was so lazy to walk to her room to get the phone. so decided to like sit on my chair and roll myself there and back. mom was like saying i am so lazy to the extend that i dont want to use my legs. (: came back bukit goodness. i cycled like for 25 mins and my knees are feeling sore and numb. the instructor is like super funny. he said something like. do not strain your knees cause it's forbidden. if you follow what i say, you are forgiven. hah. i think he's damn cool. didnt get to see shan cause he left earlier. so ya. had training today. the sun was crazy today. like piang. HOT! i've got to start focussing now i tell you. i mean. okay. i can be happy go lucky but must limit myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;met up with joshua after training with nic. hah. we were like on the same train the whole time. when we were out, this woman chiong up to joshua and like ask for his contacts to be a model. goodness lahs. well. my dear brother fake all his contacts. we thought we could get away with her after then. how would i know she turned to me. crazy! she should turn to nicole first lahs. think she's blind okay. seriously. but i rejected her. (: i am not fit to be a model. goodness. then we walked to cine and then to heeren to eat sakae. after that went back to cine again to get the tickets for the pursuit of happiness. i tell you. the show has no climax! you know. i watched until i cant sit still on my chair. as if there's ants in my pants. then after that i started yawning so badly. and i started tearing. nic thought i cried! hah. no way am i gonna cry. after the movie, nic and joshua decided to walk with me to my mom's. met up with jia and russell. hah. i was quite surprised that russell's like so friendly. (: we walked around like from taka, to wisma and to isetan. joshua and nic were counting the number of people i know while walking down orchard. hah. so funny. ( i am not saying i'm popular okay! ) that's about it. there's this retarded thing that happened too. but i shall not blog about it. nic and jia knows about it. (: super retarded! yea. that's my day. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey, hey, you, you I don't like your girlfriend. No way, no way I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you. I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you. I know that you like me. No way, no way No, it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you I want to be your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i f***ing hate to wait for messages. like hello. it's been hours! f***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-177129522999523435?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/177129522999523435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/177129522999523435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-rolled-myself-back-from-moms-room.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-7553231404532971733</id><published>2007-03-10T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:41:49.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodness man. i'm damn damn bored to the extend that i wanna sleep the rest of my day away. shit man. i kept on yawning until nic asked me why i'm constantly yawning. if not, i will sneeze non stop. i wonder where's everyone you know. i didnt expect my saturday to be like that. i mean. i didnt even think about what will happen today. my phone died on me. it's in the hospital now undergoing a 3 day operation. so shitty. i thought they could like rescue it within a few hours. but unfortunately have to be under the 'doctor's' observation. went to ah yi's house today. after sending my phone for repair. studied finish one more stack of chem notes. gotten the concept. so that's something i should be happy about. but i am not! ): i feel shit. SHITTY! stayed there until it was time to go for tuition. mom said she will pick me up like straight after tuition. and i was thinking. okay. maybe you will like bring me out, like go shopping or something. couldnt even like take a walk with nic to old chang kee to get something. ya ya. then i walked all the way to singtel and waited like a damn fool. dad picked me up and guess what?! we are going ISLAND! what the f*** lahs. argh. then yes. i am here, in the cyber room, blogging. how sad can that be. ): and there's no one to talk to me. why cant they just let me go out. and even if they didnt. cant they just bring me somewhere else instead of this hell place. everytime i step in here, i feel scared and lonely. bren will always happily make his way to the cyber room. while mom and dad will happily go to jackpot room. even auntie has someone to talk to when she's here. but me?! can you imagine. like a ku ku nei nei sitting outside, staring at people walking pass and doing my work. i seriously dont deserve this. dont they ever see it why i always wanna go out on saturdays?! because i am scared of being here. i am scared of being alone. i can be anywhere else except here. i would rather be home. when i'm able to do whatever i want. even lie in bed to think of things is better than stoning here. it's hell here. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;driftor! you are not allowed to spam my board for your info. (: everyone will end up tagging and tagging. and i wont know what is happening. hah. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nicole tan! where'd you go. i miss you so. hah. yes and miss jia too! jia! our match is coming! muahaha. our medal. yes yes yes! i always smile whenever i think of getting that damn medal. we must win the first round okay. i think it's already good enough. hah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-7553231404532971733?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7553231404532971733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7553231404532971733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodness-man.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-5855498016074618872</id><published>2007-03-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:04:09.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my goodness! nobody will believe this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;playing with nic the first round for my single match! goodness. dont know how many times already lahs. hah. we are all clear who the winner will  be lahs huh. hah. (: so ehhh. ya. i am gonna play against her. f*** y** nic! hah. and guess what. for so long. okay not very long. 4 years playing in spex. jia and i are seeded 1! hah!!! this is big big news. and if we beat that person and her partner, we will be in the semis already. and that will mean another medal! (((: whee jia!!! arent you happy? i am super excited okay. but well. have to remain calm and focus on our match. ian and joshua are talkinga about the line out now. poor joshua. if he gets through the first round, he will meet the seeded 2 guy. all the best brother! ((: and and. evil twin's ahem is cute looking. good taste twin! (: sigh. i am dying right here. i havent study yet. and i dont feel well. okay. nothing to blog about anymore. see ya! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bean! i know you are jealous that nic and i are like f***ing here and there lahs. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;twin! you better get well soon ya. i wanna see you in school by monday! i am gonna miss you so much. man. i'll be emo-ing tomorrow cause i cant see you. ): so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;nicole tan! i havent study yet man. stress. ): hah. you must be talking to my bro now huh. yes yes. i love you more and more everyday. and you know what?! tomorrow's the match with tjc. hah! it's our day. i cant wait! whee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tan weejia! you are not left out either. i love you too. remember that! (: and i guess you wont see this cause i dont think your com is ready. ): sadness! i miss you so badly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;benny! (: dont worry ya. you have us. nic, twin and i! we will always love you forever more! hee. we will make you happy. that's for sure! love you benny. see you in school tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-5855498016074618872?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/5855498016074618872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/5855498016074618872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-goodness-nobody-will-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-2659853700471415520</id><published>2007-02-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:18:54.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodness! finally i can blog again! (: the last few days the website keeps stating that there's an error. bloody hell. school was cool today. played captain's ball during pe against s26. have something to say about it. but cant blog here. so ya. hah. it was a good match though. mr khoo didnt allow me to play. but i made a deal with him. that is if i am in pain, i will rest. (: but it didnt happen cause i took a painkiller from joyce. whee! so fun. talked to yingneng during the break. he is so funny! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; then eh. we had chinese test. it was quite tough though. i was tired after pe so i slept after finishing the paper. i was freezing. ): then had break. was suppose to have it with the class. but ehh. twin and nic come first. (: nic was going high okay. she keeps making me laugh. goodness! so sat with them. seriously, after all these lessons start, i hardly get to see the whole OG together. went for maths tutorial. i love maths tutorial. time always pass so so fast! (: maths lec was shit. should have just pon it. you know when the lecturer said : if you are not interested, you can get out. janice and i wanted to stand up. goodness. one whole hour and she just complete 2 pages?! pathetic! janice is so cute i tell you. hah. her hand actually slipped off the table while she was sleeping. hah. so cute. and joyce, she keeps dropping her stuff. (: was talking to benny about... during lecture too. GP was so much better today. watched bowling for columbine. quite meaningful show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;school ended. met bean at the canteen. and bean asked me to go to his place cause pearlyn wanted to bake cookies. and if i dont go, things will seem very weird between them. however, didnt manage to go. so shit. that's my day today. my knees are hurting once more. and i dare not tell my mom the truth. she heard about what i did during pe and she reprimanded me saying that if i dont rest, i can stop thinking of playing spex and season. ): sigh. i wanna get better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and you people! stop flooding my board. (: hah. twin is right okay! wanna tag, please tag properly.driftor, you stop arguing with benny. must treat her with respect. (: and. stop all those dashing. we all know very well who the person is. thank you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;today's the 2nd day that i didnt see jia. hopefully she sees this. jia! i miss you! (: gonna talk to nic later on the phone. but i still miss her. i miss twin too! i only saw her like once or twice today. and benny! i miss her. saw her twice. once, outside my maths tutorial class and the other during maths tutorial. i love you guys. benny, you have us okay!? remember. and nic! f*** y**. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-2659853700471415520?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2659853700471415520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2659853700471415520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodness-finally-i-can-blog-again-last.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-8525038201172291287</id><published>2007-02-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:44:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. i know my blog has stayed stagnant for very long. i just didnt have time to blog okay?! i'm sorry to those who actually drop by my blog all the time to check on it. (: ehhh. today was fun. school was quite slack. ehh. went to yio chu kang after school to see the fun splash. man. i miss my sec 4 days! nic, benny, hit, jillian and i took a bus to toa payoh then took a train. when we were like outside the complex, we met samantha. hah. she had a cute hairband on her head. i didnt believe that marie house actually made them okay. so much work! then when we walked in, the teachers all looked at us. oh my goodness. all you could do was say hello to every one of them. miss goh was trying to pretend she doesnt know us. miss wong said that my skirt was too short. but it's not! okay. she was kidding with me. we stood behind pillar too afraid to join the houses cause we will attract lot of attention. that was when mr chandran asked us to join our houses. like gladly join them. so we did! goodness, when we walked up the stairs, the girls were all looking! then we went to the swimming tent, met pearl, nithya and rachel. actually we met alot of people. just hard to name. then we saw the girls did the syf dance. man! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;remind me of 4a!!! ): i miss them i miss those times. esp when the whole class studied for Os.&lt;/span&gt; we had to walked across so as to get to the other side to have better view. that's when mrs kong saw us. hah. she smiled. i miss her talks and everything too! ): i miss everything that has to do with stc. saw yingjie, linhui and sarah. talked to them for awhile before we left. hit and jillian stayed behind. i could have stayed if not for shar. she didnt pick up her phone! then couldnt tell her that i will be late. so benny, nic and i made our way out that's when we saw kim, ( bjorn's good friend.) got back to school, benny went for her interview and nic and i went to watch the rugby boys play their match. training was fine. just that i can only go those that doesnt hurt my knees. and for your info, it's hurting again. ): need to see physio on monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tjc postponed the match last min cause of the rain. but the rain stopped! sickening! then we played with the guys. partnered christal and played against colin and junius. we lost 5-2. but it was a good match, cause it's christal's and my first game together. so ya. need to build up the chemistry. went to macs with nic. packed away and made our way to jia's house. jia wasnt home cause she went for chingay. didnt intend to play ban luck with the guys until weeliang asked nic and i to be bankers. won back weeliang's loses in 3 consecutive rounds. hah. then what's when yinfung sponsored me to play. goodness. i think the way they play is super super scary. will give you heart attack. i started out with 2 bucks. i think i'm like okay in luck. if i am lucky, i am very lucky like 21 on the dot. if not, the cards were shit cards. was making a profit until weeliang made a few times of ban luck. then left 6 bucks. ): that's when yinfung took away my 2 bucks and put 10 bucks. my first card was a 10 okay! not a one. imagine. the second card can be anything!? give me pressure. that's when he whispered to me 'no side no side' in hokkien. and good enough it was an ace. so i made a total of 30 bucks. (: good enough man! yeps. okay. gonna sleep now. i am shagged! i think my abs and my arms are gonna ache tomorrow. hah. all those physical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nights people! love you all! i love nic and jia! hah. i miss jia badly. havent seen her like for a week plus? ): i love benny and twin too! we ( nic, benny, jia and i) are all screwed people. hah. oh well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-8525038201172291287?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/8525038201172291287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/8525038201172291287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay_23.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-78568273494477422</id><published>2007-02-12T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:06:50.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am waiting for the pineapple paste now to set and everything. man. i really pray that it's gonna be fine. i mean. cause this is my first time making the paste on my own without mommy's guidance. auntie says it's okay. but i still have doubts. i'm having doubts about everything i'm doing now. disturbing mr smiley is in school now. reply so slow man. tsk tsk. nic is like somewhere out there but i dont know where. hopefully she comes soon cause i dont have much time with her. she have to leave my house at like 6 to go for training. ya. that comes to the part whereby i cant train! coach nigel called me yesterday asking me why i'm still not there. and i told him about my knees. he says to rest and dont play. recover first. ya. went down to keppel in the evening. coach nigel was changing his shirt in public. dad purposely drove there and stop there. hah. mom told him jokingly that he will be caught for changing in public. ya. then coach talked about my results and everything. including my knee. meanwhile, i was talking to kelvin. he was like eating his chicken pie. man. he cant eat properly for nuts. crumbs everywhere. ya. we talked about results and my knees too. like the same topic as the adults. coach nigel ask mom to bring me to see a sports doctor if it doesnt heal. oh man. hopefully i can play season and spex. i cant afford not to play okay. shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went to boardwalk and saw nic and auntie joan there. had quite a long conversation with auntie joan. and as usual said the same thing about my results. sigh. i really cant take this kind of thing okay. ya. then joined bjorn, ben, boonhow and winson. ben was busy making straw hearts. he cant seem to put the ending part through. he asked me for help. and everytime he needs my help he have to say : please help me jiejie. hah. so funny! and he actually said it okay. the guys now are like crazy over making things with straw. either the heart or the star. bjorn made a pair of drumsticks out of straws. man. i havent seen jia for long! like ya. very long! i miss her badly. ): jia, why do you have to leave so early!!! bjorn accompanied me to study in the library yesterday. he was trying to make me happy too. by doing some lame thing. he keeps drawing on my foolscape. and he made me make sure i pin that on the board. so that everytime i see it, i will smile. really. i think i am quite fortunate to have friends to pick me up during my darkest times. i mean ya. how many people already. somehow, i just have to get out of this. if not i will make the people around me sad too. met up with jie jie too in the morning. she is super busy. she came to cheer me up too. and ya. was an unexpected thing again. shit man. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i feel stupid. really stupid! &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. i better get going now! the paste may be like done soon. pineapple tarts! i will bring for you okay ian! i will remember! and becareful! dont fall! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss everyone in school. i miss OG29, i miss the table, i miss seeing you, i miss nic and jia, and i miss S13. i am gonna miss jamie and jiehao! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-78568273494477422?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/78568273494477422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/78568273494477422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-waiting-for-pineapple-paste-now-to.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-9051431139436784636</id><published>2007-02-07T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:57:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my gosh. finally i realised why i cant change my font and the font colour. how dumb can i be. well. i am not in school now. i am at dad's office. gonna see a doctor later. my knees can take my weight. crap. i will just suddenly lose balance. and i cant sit for too long. neither can i stand for too long. ): you know. it's damn crap. yesterday we went for dinner. dad, mom, gugu and i. usually i am the one always walking right in front. so it has become a habit that i am always in front. however, yesterday i was all the way at the back. and the adults forgot i am behind them. so i was slowly walking behind with a sulking face. ): how fast you want me to walk man. people take like 1 step. i take 2 small steps. shit. i hate getting injured. and dad was telling me this morning, no tennis for me this week. shithead! i have a match this sat lahs. against hwa chong. yes. it may be friendly, but i wanna play! ): i am feeling sad. feeling shit. screwed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wonder what twin, hit, nic and the rest are doing now. i wanna go to school! imagine i woke up the same time as usual. shit man. what the hell. i had to roll out of bed today. ROLL! i dont mind switching with people who wants to stay at home now. seriously. school is more fun than being out of school. gonna complete all my tutorials later. oh yes!! i have a message! it's gonna be a change of lessons for the people now. yes! that means they can reply me. okay. i am gonna stop blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nic, twin, benny, and the rest of the OG : i miss you guys. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-9051431139436784636?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/9051431139436784636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/9051431139436784636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-7600540162708813195</id><published>2007-02-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:06:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. i am still at paragraph 2. hah. and i am still looking at the premise and the conclusion part for that damn paragraph. well. actually. i just sat down to blog for awhile before going on to complete my damn essay. ya. today started out fine. mrs ang wasnt here. so we couldnt get our class photo. man!&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; i am gonna miss 07S13&lt;/span&gt;! i think my classmates are the coolest. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;as in not pus&lt;/span&gt;. hah. was talking to ian about my knees. and he said to hop with one leg to play. idiot. one leg how to run lahs! people whack me and that's it. point over! went for chem prac and bio lec. bio lec was fun. chem lect was like boring. joshua, twin and i were dosing off. i kinda jumped when i slept. what the hell. ya. and all those shit start to come. i decided to visit the physio today. cause my knee cap cant take the burden anymore. and guess what. when i was walking up to the gallery i saw ian! IAN LIM YOU KNOW?!and he was hopping on one leg. reason being? he sprain his ankle. man. you see lahs. this is called retribution ian! ask me to hop on one leg to play. now you have to hop on one leg. or more like both of us cant play. ): shit. tambu had to piggyback ian to the physio place. ian waited an hour and i waited for 2. yingneng was like staring into space when i walked back to change. maybe he was feeling guilty. hah. he walked to with us back to the physio room to see ian. i think ian's ankle is still swollen like mad. poor thing. i think the physio session was like oh my gosh. i hate the electricity thing. nic was laughing at me. sadist! hah. i was biting my shirt. damn it. hah. i forgot what's that guy's name but he warned me about it. karen is scary okay! she really like push people's hamstrings like mad. hah. the guys were like biting their shirts. charisa and abel went for physio too. poor abel. pulled his hamstrings. i guess i made quite a number of people today. just by spending a few hours in the physio room. all those injured people. gotta go back again on friday. but i think have to be postponed to monday. shit lahs. one week okay?! one week. how you expect me to bear not playing tennis for a week. seriously making my emotions take me over. argh. i was watching the whole team train today. what the hell. and i was studying while watching. i wanna play! coach shaun started tempting me to play. like say he lend me his racket. i dont have to run. just stand there and hit the ball. i thought it was for real. but he was like : i dont think you should. sit down and rest. what the hell man! i wanna play this week's match. fucking want to. i am gonna play. and ian is gonna play too. the both of us are gonna recover. play on sat then visit her again. who cares. play first. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-7600540162708813195?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7600540162708813195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7600540162708813195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-2224736281574957481</id><published>2007-01-31T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:05:48.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's cross country today. man. it was like hot! damn it. twin, nic and i were walking the whole entire thing. okay. we ran for like eh. 50 metres? hah. but that's still call running. ya. we had a pit stop too. we stopped at the cable skiing thing. twin, nic and i are gonna try it one day! (: after prize presentation, we went to have seoul garden at taka. actually it was supposed to be an OG outing. but then there were only nic, benny, carlos, twin and i. charisa and the rest(OG 30) went to food republic. we were so full man. hah. seriously very full. we parted from carlos and benny at cine cause we couldn find a movie to watch. man man. it's happening! (: so we rome heeren. we didnt have anything to do. after like sitting at the bench outside the neoprint shop, we decided to go PS. hah. yes. we went there. walk there somemore! there was nothing to do lahs okay. but we happened to bump into guanghao and his soccer friends. it's so funny! anyway. nic bought honey stars for herself. we happened to walk pass this shop called couple lab. it's outside mos burger. man. i like the necklance! it's in a pair. and there's free engraving. maybe. i'll get the girl pair. ((: i like it so much. twin, nic and i were like staring all those rings and necklance. they're like so nice! oh yes. then we stop by kfc without buying anything. it's quite mean but twin and my energy are draining away. i was suppose to go to keppel today! but my mom doesnt allow me to go. shit her. but it's good. i dont have energy to play tennis today anyway. nic, jia and joshua can have a nice time playing. not to forget. my dear nicole. please study for your physics test tomorrow and bean too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C'mon c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;(baby can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all this time&lt;br /&gt;I've been lovin' you girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I have&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the day&lt;br /&gt;You left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;A reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I did something wrong please tell me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna understand&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't want this love to ever end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;If you come back in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;(Back to me, back to me, back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;'Cos baby you're the one I want&lt;br /&gt;(Back to me, back to me, back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you go&lt;br /&gt;Takin' my heart with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you did&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to reach you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're never there&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're never home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't know how to show it&lt;br /&gt;(How to show it)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;(What to say)&lt;br /&gt;This time I won't disguise&lt;br /&gt;(Won't disguise)&lt;br /&gt;Then we can build our lives&lt;br /&gt;And we can be as one (be as one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;If you come back in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;(Back to me, back to me, back into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you right by my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-2224736281574957481?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2224736281574957481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/2224736281574957481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-cross-country-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-7804122842221378283</id><published>2007-01-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:04:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my gosh!!! i am lagging man. i am not updating my blog! okay okay. i should now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was like a slack day. had assembly and then it was civics. mrs ang gave us the period so it was a break for us. reason being: she has nothing to talk to us about. then comes econs period. it was so fun! like build build build. (: we had to negotiate alot in order to trade items with another group. then comes chinese. oh man. i fell asleep during that 5 min break. and i could hear them discussing about some blog thing. my chinese teacher wants to create a chinese blog for our class. CHINESE OKAY! then no one wanted to volunter. and that damn dominic hit my table so hard and daniel hit hitomi's table to wake us up. damn it! so loud okay. gave me and hit a shock. then comes training time. it was physical. yuexing said to like run 8 rounds the track then minus by 2. so total would be 20 rounds. nic and i were running together then it started running damn heavily. coach aaron shouted from the 3rd floor to get us to stop running. we stopped for awhile but it's like everyone's mindset is to get the rounds done. nic and i left like 3 rounds. and some other few left 2. so ya. we ran in the rain. it was super super heavy. the last round was the worse. nic and i were drenched wet! really wet okay. cause like our shirt was pulling us down. and our shoes were soaked! it's like can breed fishes in them! yuck. my barricades! ): we couldnt finish the rounds. so we did other forms of PT. nic, steffi and i decided to rinse our hair cause like oh my gosh. it's damn disgusting. we kinda borrowed a J2's shampoo. so ya. shower our hair! nic, carlos and i went to macs first cause we were super hungry. bean and hayden came after that. we only decided to 'tau hui' when hayden was about to reach his turn. hah. guanghao came like after. carlos was eating his tau hui so slowly! then i asked him nicely. is it because he was waiting for benny. and guess what? the answer was yes! (: aww. so sweet. ya. the hockey people came not long after. they sat next to us. then glenn was talking about nic and guanghao. then nic said back about him and jillian. hah. then whole tau hui shop burst out laughing and everything. benny came like when nic and i had to leave for dinner. so guanghao, nic and i stood up at the same time to make way for her. so benny! i didnt bully you! (: i really had to go. that's about it. went for dinner at csc. then send nic back. man! i wanna live around her area. so many nice food to eat! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happen much in the morning. just that dad, mom, bren and i were walking from suntec to marina and back again. mom and i are shopping for new clothes cause we cleared all the old clothes in our closet. and now, it seems empty! then went for tuition. tuition was fine. dr roberts talked about some universal of animal rights thing. dear jessie was totally bored to death. she was drawing on her paper! and she even wrote 'i feel like sleeping' in chinese! it was super embarrassing too. we met teena and mengting in the toilet. okay. now i know her name. mengting. one year in the same tuition as her. i dont even know her name. :/ so when nic i walked out, we saw someone who looks like guanghao from far. hah. super funny! he was wearing purple! look as if he is sexually deprived. so we walked to heeren and then to cine. met up with charisa, polly, hit and twin! decided to watch ghost tunnel. called carlos up to ask if he is fine with it. played pool with twin. man. i didnt know guanghao is the kind that plays pool. (: watched hit they all play daytona. and this stupid guy showing off this damn ddr skills. played ddr too. reminded me of my younger times. hah. old already. (: that was when carlos and jillian came. went to watch the movie. man. it was super funny i tell you. all 11 of us have different reaction. have to show cause if i blog about it here. it wouldnt be funny. (: but dont watch the movie cause it's dumb! went for jap food at cuppage plaza. it's super nice! chris had to leave early cause of a parental crisis. we took a long time to pay the bill. hah. so funny. keep making the auntie wait. ya. that's about it. benny and i walked to paragon to wait for our dad to come and pick us. the end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now to do my tutorials. shall blog about today like tomorrow. i am super lagging! (: see ya people. i love my girlfriends! i cant wait for tomorrow cause jia is going for training! and ya. i simply love them all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-7804122842221378283?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7804122842221378283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/7804122842221378283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-gosh-i-am-lagging-man.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-5424908371945833858</id><published>2007-01-24T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:03:38.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this week is like a crap week. or maybe i am just down in luck. i was caught for being too loud at the staircase. and i have no idea who caught me. i mean. no one warned me about her. yea. so she caught me and gave me a big scolding. shall not talk into details about it. now. everytime i see her from far. i'll run for my life. damn it. she really traumatized me okay. until to the point i actually wanted to withdraw from SA. i dont want my jc life to be ruined! i am quite shagged after all those pe lessons and trainings. i need rest badly! pe is crap i tell you. it made my thighs freaking painful. esp my right thigh. damn it. i cant climb the stairs without aching. training today is madness. so damn hot! can even see my tane line now. argh. we did rallys and then after we played matches. PT was catching again. which i almost died. my thighs were cramping up! see. this shows i need rest. such a crappy week. i cant wait for the weekends to come. i am gonna sleep like a pig. for now. i should just go dig some homework to do so that to lighten my load. (: bye bye. i need soothing music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-5424908371945833858?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/5424908371945833858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/5424908371945833858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-week-is-like-crap-week.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-5367267807735013978</id><published>2007-01-21T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:02:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yippee!! today is like a happy happy day for me. (: i did shopping! hah. my first stop today was pull and bear. but i didnt get anything from there cause almost all the clothes were bought from the shelves. it's like empty! next stop was mango. mom bought me the dress from there. before even entering the shop, i could see it hanging there. hah. tried in on again for mom to see. and she nodded her head in agreement that it's nice. she wanted me to get the green one. but dont have my size. ): it's okay actually. nic and jia can both get the green one. then i can walk in the middle. so two green ones at my sides. cool isnt it? (: we went to zara next. but didnt see anything. cause it's like pull and bear. the clothes from the shelves seem like they have been snatched. next was forever 21. tried on this top and the shorts first. love it! (: then i tried on the denim skirt. oh my gosh. the skirt is as short as my fbt. imagine when i sit. okay. dont imagine! mom bought me the top and the shorts. she wanted to get the belt. but i said dont. cause i think bugis street will have better one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fro training after that. there's a new guy. joshua. he is good okay. and scary! coach made me partner him when nic havent reach. i was super scared. i happily passed him to nic when she came. hah. you should have seen that look on her face. we did lots of volleys. i didnt play well today. played like shit. i was quite depressed about it. should sleep early. so that tomorrow i wont be so tired. (: okay!! i've got to go. need to do my econs! oh my gosh. gonna faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-5367267807735013978?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/5367267807735013978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/5367267807735013978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/yippee-today-is-like-happy-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-6111864710813573045</id><published>2007-01-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:02:24.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went for tuition just now. well. it was fine. dr roberts did something on apes. whether it was right to do biomedical research on them or not. that reminds me that i have econs work to do. damn. janice is damn good at econs i tell you. hit and i were amazed! anyway, dear jessie was sleeping when he was talking. hah. she was sitting in front of him somemore. nic and i were like 'listening'. jotting down notes. then came work. was given hald an hour to do. but jessie, nic and i were super reluctant. anyway. we highlighted all the points and everything. f*** nic lahs! hah. her summary was like 117 words. mine?! what the hell. the against argument part is already 119. xinyi is still as loud as ever. like she was the only girl i know that is louder than jia, nic and i. whoa! hah. she called for jessie so loudly when jessie walked into the room. we were all sitted at diff sides of the room. like shouting from one side to the other. teena is now in njc. ): i want to go there! but no. hah. sa is cooler cause the OG people made it cool. xinyi is in ajc. and i dont know what that girl's name is in tjc. everyone is splitted up. like no one is in the same school as anyone. except me! together with sweekheng. then we talked about weipu. xinyi was so bad, she was like : where's weipu? no school right. hah. it's funny though. (: he is working that's what jessie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, it was pouring outside. and han they all are damn its. they were watching ghost tunnel when i called him. and guess what. the show started at 0515. 15 mins after we ended tuition. suckers! (: nic and i had to rome town ourselves. man. our jeans were all wet. gross. puddles of water everywhere! we walked heeren. went to new urban male to do our usual stuff. walked past 77th street and saw this poster that was about some rings for single. oh my gosh! it was damn cool. but the price was not what nic and i expected. it's quite plain and simple. but it has it's attractiveness. if not for the price, i think nic and i would have gotten it. (: the salegirl said something like the barcode has something to do with talking to other people who has that ring too in other parts of the world. so imagine. you get that ring when you are single. and if you are those that go for online relationships. you are no longer single! then the ring is useless already. guess it's just another way to get to know another opposite sex kind of thing. but in the ring way. hah. walked to taka. got a call from jia. she went off halfway during the movie cause she said it was scary. she was hearing ipod and covering her face in the cinema. funny! next time i'll do that. (: bjorn came with her to look for us. and that's when we started to go on our window shopping. went to pull and bear, nike women, zara and topshop. i need to save money!! bought a dress from topshop. nic has a similar one but the pink one. jia bought a blue one but a different design. i bought the white. went to meet han they all for dinner. they are super ungentlemen i tell you. nic and i had to queue for the food instead of them doing it. worse still. they have 2 diff attitude. one is stand there and laugh. another is stand there and gave a damn attitude look. ate and jia had to leave. nic and i went to mango. and we tried on the same dress. oh man! it's so nice. (: but it's 50 bucks! shithead. ben said he needed to scout for present for this girl. so we suggested to go to heeren again. new urban male! we had a long time picking a shirt for the girl. ben! you owe nic and i service charge! the guy who served us was good-looking. and he is nice. he helped us to pick shirts. and he asked if i was some girl ben likes. cool right?! then he suggested this shirt that says : stop playing with yourself, play with me. and gave ben 2 scenarios. i chose the shirt that says:we dont walk in straight lines. nope one day our paths will cross. but unfortunately, something happened to the collar of that shirt. so ben took the one the guy suggested. then nic and weiwei left. ben, boonhow, han and bjorn walked me to paragon and that's how my day ended. actually not really. i am waiting for that damn reply okay! think that person must have died or something. neglecting me man. sad. ): girlfriends where are you!? i am neglected man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-6111864710813573045?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/6111864710813573045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/6111864710813573045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-for-tuition-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-4530579235636747073</id><published>2007-01-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:01:26.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am not going out anymore. fucking not. i seriously dont understand what's your fucking problem. didnt i tell you i was going out with han they all like weeks back? you know very well han is leaving. this is gonna be the last outing. shut your damn mouth okay. i hope you heard it very clearly that i ask you to shut your fucking mouth up in your face. what gave you the impression that i am always with only the guys and not the girls. i've gotten this kind of attitude from you twice this week. cant you just give me a break. i am not saying a thing cause my throat is painful. but it doesnt give you a reason to shout at me again. stop using the way my parents' friends treat them okay. cause you are not any better. if you dare just get me out of the house. i will find a way. i've had enough. ENOUGH! i am 17 okay. i know you care. i know dad cares too. but hello. i can at least take care of myself a little. the reason why i am looking so sleepy is because of my throat. i feel sick. not tired! these are all your damn assumptions. fucking assumptions. all you know what to go is scold. i didnt want you to come and pick me up yesterday is because i didnt want to trouble you. and i needed the long way home cause i dont feel like going home. i am scared of all those scolding okay. all your screaming. i am runnin away. i am trying to avoid all these as much as i can. you think i am gonna cry. right. i am not. twice. i didnt even feel like crying in front of you. cause you know why? i dont see a point why i should cry. scold all you want bitch. seriously. scold all you want. all you ever do is vent your damn anger on me. ya ya. dad scolds you about me and you come and threaten me and say it in my face that you are not a good mom. fine. if that's the case, i'll just take it as it is. i, myself, didnt even say anything. in my eyes you are my mom. i didnt mention a single word that you a bad mom okay. i didnt. you say i am being rude. i am talking back to you. hello. i am not even saying anything. you want me to study. but do you even see me doing it. fucking didnt. cause you are all asleep. and now i am all quiet you say i am giving you attitude. i am not. i am being neutral now. do you want me to kill you in front of you then you will shut your mouth up. stop throwing me all your assumptions okay. it's not as if you didnt know how i was. it's not as if you didnt know i slit myself. shut up. get it. shut up. i am scared of you. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been down and out.She's been wrote about.She's been talked about constantly.She's been up and down.She's been pushed around.But they held her down in YC.She has no regrets.She accepts the past.All these things they help to make she.She's been lost and found.And she's still around.There's a reason for everything.You know I've been holding on.Try to make me weak.But I still stay strong. Put my life all up in these songs. Just so you can feel me.Yes she's older now. yes she's wiser now.Can't disguise her now, she don't need. No one telling her what to do and say. No one telling her who to be. She's on solid ground. She's been lost and found.But she answers to G-O-D. And she's confident this is not the end.Ask me how I know cause she's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-4530579235636747073?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/4530579235636747073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/4530579235636747073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-not-going-out-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-884749977633632670</id><published>2007-01-19T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:00:09.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;basket. bean! look! i am blogging okay! but this font sucks. however i cant change it cause i dont know what happened to the damn blog thing. super rubbish lahs. finally it's the end of the week. i wonder how i actually make it through. everyday i am like shagged. and my homework is piling up. every morning when i wake up, i told myself to open up my eyes and ears to listen to the lecturer talking. wonder how i am gonna do that for another week. my timetable is like a screwed up timetable.&lt;br /&gt;i end school at 0530 on mondays. and pe is the last period. training starts at 7 for me.imagine man. i will be so so dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played against ajc today. i think we won all our matches. partnered christine for doubles. won 6-0. ohhh! christine and i saw a rainbow while umpiring for yuexing's match. it's so so preeeettttyy. :D i think yingneng is quite funny. he started going go jorain go when i was playing for my match. i kinda gave him that wierd look. hah. ran 2.4 for physical today. i feel like i was on the verge of having heat stroke. i was super dehydrated. damn nic. run so fast dont know for what. hah. bean and hayden called me while i was running. said something like why i run so slow while nic was like so far away. basket. people muscle tighten up cant run so fast lahs! (: only 3 people completed the damn run. oh my gosh. that's like damn shocking to me. yuexing asked me to walk around after the run. and i thought like walk around the damn track. so while walking and taking deep deep breaths, i looked around. i didnt see anyone. thought where they went. and when i actually stop at the point where i started. i saw them in the cafe. what the hell man. i really feel like fainting on the track just now. imagine if i did. no one from tennis will save me man. but maybe my love will save me. =P ben soh said hi while i was walking back. he was like : why? cannot talk ahs. too tired to talk is it. i just smiled at him cause my mouth then was like damn dry and i didnt feel like talking. all of them ran into the cafe to hide. after the run. what the hell man. cant believe it. i was like feeling super giddy at that time. like my blood was rushing through my body. had to buy watermelon to cool myself down. damn sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hockey's pt was quite nice. i mean. do bridge, ladder, small hurdles and the 90 degrees sit thing against the wall. make me remember what the coaches used to do with us on sundays. it's so much better than suicide and 23. damn it man. do those will have leg cramps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the guys doing their pt. hah. they were playing catching!! so cool right. coach aaron will never let us play that cause we will end up strolling or walking to catch everyone. hah. went for 'tau hui' after the match. went with carlos, guanghao, his friend, nic and twin. happened to bump into louisa and sharlene. hah. they were eating my fave. 'tau hui with tang yuan'. i couldnt eat it though cause i am having quite a bad sore throat now. ): guanghao was talking so much rubbish that it made everyone laughed! he is such a joker. hah. he was like sometimes, chinese mix hokkien mix english. piang. super joker. and he is the only guy i heard saying that 8 o'clock is late and that we should go home. hah. wierd! carlos took guanghao's phone to see. and guess what? most of the messages are from our dear NICOLE! =P hah. scandal man. carlos didnt want to return guanghao back his phone. so guanghao said to negotiate. something like diplomacy. and carlos said no. he wants deterrence. talking about carlos. oh man. the rugby players were like covered with mud. ewww. and they all smell like mud. can really faint when they walk pass you. hah. oh oh. and when kat ask me for the rainbow pic, guanghao was being random. he said like come lahs. only 7 colours i draw for you. hah. damn it. he is such an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am tired. really tired. i slept in the bus. though that's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;the deal is i actually dreamt. this shows how tired i am! but i am waiting for that one person. always make me wait. glad you saw the rainbow today. (: and you know. i dont think i remember who are you cause you hit my head. and sorry. you didnt kill 3 brain cells. but 500 of them. so apparently, you killed the one that contains all the info about you. awww. so sad. hah. you had better make it up. gonna lie in bed now. at least it saves energy. nights people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i miss jia. i love jia. hah. (: nic, i love you man. hah. f*** you. =P we are becoming damn vulgar now. hah. i am gonna miss han loads! he is gonna leave in 2 days. damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-884749977633632670?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/884749977633632670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/884749977633632670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/basket.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-8308407515239485316</id><published>2007-01-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:42:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am talking to bean and carlos online now while typing this. hah. bean, you are the man man!!! :D seriously i seem like i am living in the past. hah. i can remember what happened on new year's eve. but there was nothing much. bren celebrated his birthday on that day. so the whole day was like busy preparing the stuff. mom gave me the worse thing to do. and that is to poke the satay stick through the prawn's ass. gosh. it was damn sick. jiejie came over. hah. she looked so sweet in that dress she wore. she was practically running from one place to another. like from my house to town then back for dinner and to jurong for church. poor her. rina came later and made herself at home. i think she really loves my bed cause everytime she comes, she will sleep. (: hah. everyone started coming and everything. i just ate as much as i could. and didnt care about doing other stuff cause i was having bad tummy cramps. dad gave us money to buy drinks. so with the help of jiejie, we bought barcadi breezer, hooch and vodka ice blue. couldnt find the smaller bottle of absolute. well. with the short of cash. i couldnt buy enough for everyone. so su keat and farris had to share drinks. and worse thing was farris took the vodka ice blue. that's the nicest among the rest! ): but i had to give in cause i was partly the host. i think the 'k' person is very cute. the way he talks is like i know everything in the world but the truth is he is quite a timid person. hah. we headed down to marina bay for the countdown. met up with farris's other friend. think his name is nigel or something like that. he is quite gay though. :D the fireworks display was super nice. rina was like so damn happy. hah. hardly see her scream in excitement and everything. had a chat with nic at night. she was wasted lahs! talking at such a high pitch and like ya. totally tipsy. was messaging eyecandy till about 3 plus in the morning. didnt expect it though. since then i didnt talk to him. our dear jia on the other hand has hope. :D hah. happy for her! jia! you better tell me okay. must care and share! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the following event was weeliang's party. met up with jean and driftor in the early afternoon. watched that blood diamond show. man. it was good! jean and i started crying halfway through the movie. it's super touching. called nic to meet me at paragon cause i didnt know what to get for weeliang. i didnt really want to go cause ya. what to get for a guy who is 21?! but i went. nic was saying that everyone kept asking her where was i cause i was the last to arrive. feel so flattering! :D at least i have some position in everybody's heart. we played 'ban-luck' again. was determined not to drink but instead succumbed to temptation. it was han's fault! damn it. if not for him. i dont think i would have drank. all the different absolute. who wouldnt want to drink!? they told me kunyang was drunk. he took some cardboard and fling it towards the sport car while walking to town. he is super crazy lahs. i think the guy in the car must have cursed and sweared at him. porsche you know. crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school have started and it's totally fun!!! orientation was damn cool and wild. :D you could see the improvement within my OG. we all started out being anti social. the ij people together, the 'cheng dong paei' (band) people together and the hockey people together. but now. it's totally different! we sit at the same table everyday. which is the first table. (: and the people sitting there are getting more and more each day. during lectures we sit together and not by the sitting plan. hah. violate the rule man. we have so much fun together. laughing and studying together. what more. so many scandals! okay. i should just care and share ya? the first one was hit with joshua. but it didnt work out. then came charisa and bean which i dont know what happened to it. then came jillian and glenn. which i think is progressing somewhere. they are the 'coffee, tea or me couple'. :D then it was me! guess who?! guanhao okay?! waterboy and me?! no way!! but he is funny. his trademark is wha! and he is super random. he can suddenly talk about something else. there are more scandals to come. hah. maybe carlos will be next. he was always saying he is neutral. what shit. carlos you better watch it. and i've got a twin! hah. her name is dyan. (: my twin! well. this is OUR story. we are twins and we have different surnames. she takes after my dad's and i take after my mom's. we go to different schools cause our parents are divorced. but still feel that convent school is a better place for us to be in. hah. it's quite unbelievable though. but bean almost fell for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;charisa and polly played another trick on the guys. hah. they switched their names for fun. bean, carlos and joshua were all confused. hah. they actually fell for it. dumb! :D it was super funny. you could see on their faces like are they for real. hah. conclusion. i think my OG is super cool. and the people are awesome kids. we are all one family unbroken! man. i dont know what to blog already lahs! i am waiting and waiting and waiting. argh. oh oh!! and i cut my hair! hah. i love my hair now. super self obsession. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;i love nic and i love jia. i see nic almost everyday. 7 days a week. but i see jia once a week. that makes me miss her even more! jia i miss you! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-8308407515239485316?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/8308407515239485316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/8308407515239485316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-talking-to-bean-and-carlos-online.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-8579219356075459612</id><published>2007-01-11T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:55:52.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is like a few weeks back kind of thing. hah. long long ago ya? (: but who cares. i can still remember it cause it's like so yesterday thing! on the 28th, i met up with nic and jia earlier to get han another present. and talking about it. i still owe her money. damn! :D we had a hard time searching for his present. we went round and round. but you know what, it's worth it cause we keep walking around new urban male that area. hot guys! hah. we decided to get him a shirt. it was hard getting his size. till now. i only hear han saying that he likes the jacket. not the shirt. weijie and claudia called to ask where are we. they wanted to get han another present cause 14 people sharing one present is pathetic! but they didnt get anything in the end. we met at kovan and started grabbing stuffs at the cold storage. we just throw anything we saw into the trolley. because... han was paying for it anyway! who cares! hah. when the guys came they were shocked to see the trolley flooding. damn han. only bought those which were essential for his party. he was like no snacks no drinks. idiot! we had to rob boonhow to buy bubbletea okay. and you know why? cause our wallets had no money! not even a coin! gosh. claudia shared ice cream with me too. (: yummy. hah. then we went back to han's house. while walking back, ben was playing some dumb game. something like if a black volkswagen car drive pass, he have to hit anyone who doesnt peace with him. dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started cooking for the guys when we reached. assholes. they keep coming into the kitchen to steal a bite okay. claudia kinda went missing halfway. and guess what? she was in a the room all dark with dear weijie. interesting huh?! :D we cooked like for 3 hours? just using the damn oven and the toaster. everything was gone in minutes. imagine how fast they ate. they didnt leave anything for us. i love nic for that day man. and jia too. (: jia was super happy cause she was messaging r.a. and they kinda got d.w's no. for me. but sad to say i havent talk to him since new year. hah. jia was super high man. everytime a message comes in she will scream. mad girl. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we washed up which after i left with han, weijie, claudia, bjorn, boonhow and arnold to get drinks. it was a stupid long walk. almost had to ask bjorn to piggy back me man. walked all the way to chomp chomp! imagine that! bought absolute vodka and barcadi. went back and everyone started mixing drinks. boonhow and jia were like wasted. super funny. they were 'tau-poking' on top of each other. nic still has that big blue black at her knee. guess that's about it? oh ya. the guys were afraid of me going back alone. i had to call like nic, jia, bjorn, han, weijie and yinfung when i reach home. funnnyyy. :D they were so afraid that i was drunk! tania was so cute. she tried to stop me from drinking cause she thought i was drunk. i was just red darling. (: weijie, jia, nic, han and bjorn walked me out to take a cab home though we tried to get weeliang to lend us his car. bjorn kinda took water from his friend whose house we passed by. i think it's because han, bjorn and i were making alot of noise. han and bjorn were feeding me water. i refused to drink cause i just cant drink anymore until they threatened to pour water all over me. just to make me sober up when i am not ever drunk. but it was sweet of them man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my girlfriends! i miss you jia! it's time to crash ya?! hah. monday! (: and happy 18th birthday zhengyang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-8579219356075459612?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/8579219356075459612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/8579219356075459612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-like-few-weeks-back-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-6417640578909424336</id><published>2006-12-30T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:28:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello!!! i am back back!!! (: i had a wonderful week man. it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like totally dedicated to nic, jia, han, bjorn, weiwei, boonhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blahblah. i think we started seeing each other since sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there was training. and it was like one of the best trainings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ever!! we did like rotation kind of thing. then we played jail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;girls vs guys. we lost like 4 times until coach shaun stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;helping the guys. man. we had 4 times of butt ups. some ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hit my damn back okay. but i saved my butt!! we screamed at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the serves made by coach shaun. really screamed! scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;han, ben. weijie and claudia were laughing outside the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we ate brownies during training too. well. jia's secret brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the best too!! (: yummy!!! hah. (but no longer a secret cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i saw her making it that day. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to jia's house after that for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the party. there was like no one!! so we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just start the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uncle's smoked salmon is like damn yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am missing it while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;typing this. after which weiwei, kenneth and yinfung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;arrived. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;didnt know they were afraid of dogs okay! 3 big boys actually being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scared by buddy. bren was damn cute. he threatened them to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;musical chairs with him. and if they dont, he will let buddy out. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cute brother. he was quite dumb too. the guys were walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;around the chairs when he was at the music player. he tried playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by off-ing the player and getting to the chairs in time. how dumb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so that's how the party started. there were lots of people at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like jia's relatives and cousins. keppel people were like nic, xue er, weiwei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kenneth, yinfung, joel, kunyang, boonhow, han, ben, bjorn, han wei and winson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we walked like thrice to town in the middle of the night. once with buddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;town was like a rubbish place. everyone was like drinking. really drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;han and joel were like DOWN DEAD! han was spattering rubbish. and joel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he lied flat at the pavement outside paragon. that's funny! and he took those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;construction cone and threw it. ffuunnnyyyy! :D weeliang was taking photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of those drunkards at the traffic lights. when a mini fight between ben and han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;started. it ended after a few mins later. wierd cousins. hah. han was like lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the phone trying to get ben home. han was super drunk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they started playing 'ban-luck'. i gambled a little. capital was sponsored by yinfung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i shared with kenneth. i was yinfung's lucky star. man. he had a lot of 'ban-luck'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nic, jia, xue er and i were like damn high after drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;weeliang woke up us up at 0445 to have porridge. oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;though it was quite nice i couldnt finish cause all i could think about was sleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hah. nic and i dropped dead at around 5 plus i think. all thanks to someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who off-ed the lights. but i woke up suddenly like sat up straight. tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kenneth and boonhow didnt even realise!! they were surfing people's friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;boonhow sounded so fascinated that this and that person have a friendster. wierdo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people started slowly going back. i only felt cold when nic went home. i slept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without a blanket. i made my way down and asked for a blanket. i couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be bothered to go back up so i just slept at the sofa while han, jia and bjorn were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watching polar express. woke up around 0719? cause heard a loud BANG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;han told us it was an accident at the junction. who would have expected it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happen early in the morning of christmas. we all dropped dead when we walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back. we were really really tired. until about 8 plus jia woke me up to go out for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;breakfast. had a hard time waking han and boonhow up. which bjorn, boonhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and han headed home after that. i went back to jia's house and slept until my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;came to pick me up. went home and slept. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall continue when i come back ya? going out now to catch up with my jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;i love my love!! oh my gosh. love nic and jia!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-6417640578909424336?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/6417640578909424336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/6417640578909424336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-i-am-back-back-i-had-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-116636533101262219</id><published>2006-12-17T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:22:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa whoa whoa. have been rather busy. (:&lt;br /&gt;wonder how's everyone is doing? whoever is reading&lt;br /&gt;this please tag my board and tell me how are you doing ya?&lt;br /&gt;i am missing school! miss wearing my blue ij uniform. which&lt;br /&gt;reminds me that i have to buy a new blouse cause 2 is torn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been spending much quality time with nic, jia, han, bjorn&lt;br /&gt;and weiwei. you know. i think i'll really cry if han and bjorn&lt;br /&gt;are gonna leave. its like i am quite attached to them already.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss their rubbish and nonsense. (: should get a webcam soon&lt;br /&gt;so that i can talk to them and see them visually when they are&lt;br /&gt;overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to blog anymore. just that you know. christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;and you never know what's gonna happen during this few days. (:&lt;br /&gt;just wish for what you want. and hopefully it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-116636533101262219?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116636533101262219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116636533101262219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoa-whoa-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-116575666072831167</id><published>2006-12-10T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:18:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am here to bitch bitch BITCH! listen up you jerk. its not called gossiping&lt;br /&gt;its called bitching please. (: you can just go back home and throw your&lt;br /&gt;shao ye temper. nobody cares. the reason why i am BITCHING about&lt;br /&gt;you its because you are not repentent. you have such a nice girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;in front of you yet you dont cherish her. call yourself her boyfriend?!&lt;br /&gt;'per-lease' i am sure she can get someone better. this is my character&lt;br /&gt;you get it? not yours. you can hate me for bitching but i can hate you MORE at&lt;br /&gt;the things you have done. i only bitch about people who are so so unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;someone like you! you are such a petty little person you know. what else do you&lt;br /&gt;want. i've said SORRY. what more can you ask for. not as if i owe you that apology.&lt;br /&gt;and stop stop STOP venting your F***ing anger at her! its not her fault. its mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-116575666072831167?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116575666072831167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116575666072831167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-here-to-bitch-bitch-bitch-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-116135393281691113</id><published>2006-10-21T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:18:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exams are coming soon! well. quite a few things happened over the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am not that scared anymore. so ya. i'll try not to. wanna thank all those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who were there for me. (: dunjun, jean, rina, driftor, hit, jill... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks for being there when i needed someone. i dont feel so scared anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hah. i finally get to go to keppel today! gosh! it feels like home okay. i miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the people there so much. i'll try to go down on sunday to see girlfriends and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;coaches. (: listen up angels! genevieve asked me to tell you that after our Os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we will go out together. hah. i've agreed to it already cause i know we will never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turn her down. esp this kind of occasion cause we've never gone out together! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;kaixian! i know you finished your exams already okay! but i havent! so you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to continue to push me! you've stopped pushing me! argh! you abandoned me! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel so sweet now. dont know why. but i feel like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its hard to believe That I couldnt see. You were always there beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thought I was alone with no one to hold. But you were always right beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This feeling is like no other. I want you to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ive never had someone that knows me like you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The way you do. Ive never had someone as good for me as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one like you. So lonely before, Ive finally found, What Ive been looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So good to be seen. So good to be heard. Dont have to say a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;For so long I was lost. So good to be found. Im loving having you around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This feelings like no other. I want you to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ive never had someone that knows me like you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The way you do Ive never had someone as good for me as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one like you. So lonely before, I finally found What Ive been looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-116135393281691113?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116135393281691113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116135393281691113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-coming-soon-well.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-116023290792254779</id><published>2006-10-08T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:55:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the haze is damn damn bad. i could hardly see the condo buildings at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inggrid's house. as in its quite blur. thanks inggrid for inviting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to your party! (: i really enjoyed it. esp all those food. hah! it's quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a touching day today. could see how much yingjie they all ( the five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;flowers.) wanted to make inggrid's birthday a memorable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watched the cinderella story today! my gosh. the guy is super duper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;charming! everyone just came together to watch the show. then went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the bbq. all i did was happily eat all i can. i did offer to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bernie and ber BUT they didnt want to let me help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i helped by helping to eat. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we started singing hold on to our dreams. it's so touching! i mean. it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would be hard to have such days already. we got all wet too. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was so so fun! played in the pool. i'll always remember this day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next year. all of us have to come together for any special day. those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who are going away it's okay. when you all are coming back just tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;us. we will all go to the airport to pick you up. (: its a deal. its the true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4A class spirit. oh oh! and i had a very nice time with sandy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yingjie at seoul garden yesterday too! we ate for 4 hours. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just eat and talk. wow. the food is nice okay. but more imptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its the spending time with each other that is the most memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;thanks JEAN! for inviting me to your house yesterday to celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;mooncake festival. hah. i enjoyed myself. this is true. hah. well. if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;didnt invite me. i think i would just regret okay. cause i think i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;be at home. when you are celebrating and my friends are in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;celebrating instead of studying! it's supposed to be night study. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;to my dearest KAIXIAN. i will work very very hard okay? i'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my results are for you to find out. hah! i wont say anything. but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;its bad okay. so ya. hah. embarrassing! study hard ya? and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dont have to take physics anymore! i am happy for you! PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll remember all the times we all had together. it's worth to keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-116023290792254779?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116023290792254779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/116023290792254779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-is-damn-damn-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115988044017209495</id><published>2006-10-04T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:00:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's time to wake up and face reality. life is never fair. so you just have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;accept it. it's destined to be. i dont really say my life is full of happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;memories. but maybe when compared to others, i am much much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fortunate. i never really had much love showered on me when i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;younger. i just didnt get that feeling from the people around me. putting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;myself in my brother's shoes right now. i think he is much more fortunate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;than i am. he has gotten all the love from everyone. and that, i dont blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him. the funny thing is that i can feel the love he gets. it makes me a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;envious. but afterall. he is my brother. and there is no need for me to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jealous about cause i love my borther. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dont really dare to think about what may happen in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time is passing by so quickly that i am so scared to think about it. thinking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i still think that i didnt have a nice childhood. there is this feeling in me that tells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me i am deprived of something. something which makes my life incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115988044017209495?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115988044017209495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115988044017209495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-time-to-wake-up-and-face-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115944430338293617</id><published>2006-09-29T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:37:28.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its been a okay day for me. dont consider it good nor bad. maybe because&lt;br /&gt;both did happen. i just didnt feel that there is need for them to fight&lt;br /&gt;verbally. i mean. its just a game. and we all know each other for who we are.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to walk away to let everything out. okay. maybe i did freak&lt;br /&gt;some people out. its quite uncalled for. we dont really see a need for you guys to fight.&lt;br /&gt;someone just have to give in. but no matter what. i dont blame what you guys did to me&lt;br /&gt;and yingjie. you all have been forgiven. (: it's patron's day tomorrow. it must&lt;br /&gt;be a wonderful day for all of us. it would be like the last celebration together.&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i dont want to imagine what will happen tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is specially for yingjie (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i wanna thank you for being there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today. (: you shouldnt have cried too. but i think you too felt the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;really appreciate your comfort and all. remember out date! hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;this is for kaixian! study hard okay. come on come on! its only a few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;left. i am sure you can do it. (: while i am typing here. i bet you are studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;fill up your fridge with chocolates. eat one every break. put a cup of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in front you when you study too. it helps and is healthier too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guess i had better get going now. gonna call rina and get started on my work.&lt;br /&gt;love you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115944430338293617?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115944430338293617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115944430338293617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-okay-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115918723123504816</id><published>2006-09-26T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:30:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know! i am supposed to be studying now! but i have something to blogged about&lt;br /&gt;at least. that's why i am here. (: school was fine. i mean there is that happy time and&lt;br /&gt;the sad time next. i shouldnt give up hope now. went to town with rina for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked. the squid is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweekheng and jean came over to study. okay. wasnt exactly that effective cause&lt;br /&gt;jean and i are like in a holiday mood. but they really made my day. i was reflecting&lt;br /&gt;while in the car on the way home. i've realised i've never missed a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;my friends have been there when my world was about to crash down on me. and&lt;br /&gt;their actions showed how much they really really care for me. so i think i am quite&lt;br /&gt;contented with what i have now. hah. they really beautify my life like you see those&lt;br /&gt;nice greenery with butterflies and bumble bees around. hah. ya. that kind of image.&lt;br /&gt;today was also a day when i laughed the most after such a long long time. all those&lt;br /&gt;funny stuffs about people. i am super grateful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jean: get well soon ya?! you have to cause we still have to study together and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for walks. i'll see you real soon around this week or next. hah. let me know when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wanna study again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rina: you lucky girl! (: you've finally come to a day whereby you are an 'ah yi' already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wanna meet your little adorable nephew. cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sweekheng: study hard for prelims kay. its gonna be over soon! well. gonna curse that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you will fail. =P how dare to curse me that i will drown while showering in my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bathroom. and you've better return me my geometrical set! i need it okay! i was just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;being a kind soul to lend it to you. tell me about the arrangements for wednesday too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kaixian! : my dear walking dictionary. (: you can afford to slack! but dont slack so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pick up the momentum okay! you have to! come on man! study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115918723123504816?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115918723123504816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115918723123504816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-i-am-supposed-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115909140555342598</id><published>2006-09-25T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:56:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;papers are finally over! i have been playing for 4 days now? hah.&lt;br /&gt;i went to jean's house twice like alternate days. her family treats&lt;br /&gt;me really well okay. there is only one thing. i am scared of her&lt;br /&gt;sister! i really like her family. (: too bad i cant stay over at her&lt;br /&gt;place. my mom doesnt allow. its okay actually. we will be seeing&lt;br /&gt;each other very often now since we are starting to mug tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nicole and jia. generally, i miss charlie's angels! i miss the&lt;br /&gt;coaches too. however. NOT kelvin. hah. ONLY shuan, nigel, aaron&lt;br /&gt;and weber. i miss training too! its gonna be a long time till i will&lt;br /&gt;be back for training. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i feel motivated now. all thanks to kaixian! keep reminding me&lt;br /&gt;its Os, Os, Os! i know you dont have to take okay. smart walkiing&lt;br /&gt;dictionary of mine. i have to start studying. my prelims wont be a good&lt;br /&gt;sign for me. well. i am to blame. cause i know very well i hadnt been&lt;br /&gt;studying hard enough. what i've put in will not assure me my A1s.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is count it on luck! self-reminder : i cant do this for Os.&lt;br /&gt;must must must start studying! kaixian, you must help to push me&lt;br /&gt;okay! if not my engine wont start and i wont study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, everything is fine now. kept my mind out of it. engine is&lt;br /&gt;driving a little already. i have to start going. there is someone&lt;br /&gt;out there studying his chem for like 3 times already. and i bet he will&lt;br /&gt;really shut down if he continues to study at this pace. stop showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;off to me that your L1R5 is 8 or 10 now okay! cause you havent even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;finish your prelims. dont have high hopes for yourself. and that you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to change. idiot! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;recommendation: whoever is reading this. MUST try the food at fe's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dad's cafe. the food is super duper nice. especially spaghetti with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chilli crab sauce! its very very nice! its at biopolis. near the chromos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;building. must try!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115909140555342598?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/115909140555342598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14445845&amp;postID=115909140555342598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115909140555342598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115909140555342598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/09/papers-are-finally-over-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14445845.post-115833233758014051</id><published>2006-09-16T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:33:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;main papers are gonna be over soon. maths paper made my day today. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well everything went smooth. the 'la mian' i had in the afternoon is still taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;up space in my tummy. went to holland with rina today. i am glad the day is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here. the day when i knew the truth. hah. i am quite glad cause i could have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fooled. maybe it was a fact that was kept from me for so long. guess i shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;believe someone so easily. put all my trust in that person yet right at the end of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the day. i end up with a conclusion that i have been fooled in a way. no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am fine. hah. now. i am going through the motions waiting and hoping you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so so drained. its like i am brain dead. i am gonna have a sweet sweet dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tonight. (: please make the previous dream a deja vu. it feels so so real. i will see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you soon after my exams. i am sure. (: i will become your stalker. and i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you see me too. so why dont you just come over and talk to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;this is dedicated THAT person out there. be it you took my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;girlfriend to take it out on me. you are still childish to come out with such a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to go behind my back and call my girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;boy you must have gone and bumped your head. because you left your messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;on her phone. and dont be dumb. it will somehow be seen by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Come with me. Stay the night. You say the words but boy it don’t feel right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;What do you expect me to say? (You know it is just too little too late). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;You take my hand and you say you have changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;But boy you know your begging dont fool me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Because to you its just a game. (You know it’s just a little too late) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;So let me on down. cause time has made me strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i am starting to move on. I’m gonna say this now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Your chance has come and gone And you know its just too little too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;a little too wrong and I cant wait. but you know all the right things to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;you know its just a little too late. you say you dream of my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;but you dont like me. you just like the chase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;To be real, it doesn’t matter anyway. Go find someone else I’m letting you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I am loving myself. You gotta problem but dont come asking me for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;with a player like you, I don’t have a prayer. That’s the way to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stop thinking you can fulfill my dream. what you said to me is fake. its so cliche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stop about the castle thing. stop about the fairy tales. cause you know it very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;well. i wont take you. it's freaking disgusting. i am sorry to say this. but leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;me and my girlfriends alone. you just cant fit in with us. so stop fantasizing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115833233758014051?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115833233758014051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115833233758014051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/09/main-papers-are-gonna-be-over-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115460934101391928</id><published>2006-08-04T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:49:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here i am to blog about this shit person, __ who ruined my freaking mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am here to vent my anger and let YOU know how mad i am with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dont care if you will ever talk to me again. but you owe me an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you gave me your words that you will take my homework for me cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i will be going for my match instead of tuition. you told me you will tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the homework. i told you i will meet you, in advance. it wasnt a last minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thing. and it didnt sound like you had important things to do. i told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;specifically that i will meet you today! TODAY! i merely just changed the venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;besides, you havent finish school when i got home. that is when you asked me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;go to beauty world to pick my freaking homework from you. hello. its just to your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;convenience. not mine. i am not implying that the previous venue is to my convenience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your school from my place its not far away. why do i have to go all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to beauty world when actually you can meet me nearer? all you ever cared is to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pool. not give me my work. fine. so now you have the work and i dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you asked me to call you on monday night. i told you let me wrapped up my stuff and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will call. its hardly 10 mins when i actually called. guess what. no one picked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i didnt get a message in the morning to let me know at least that you fell asleep. tuesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you called me. i asked for my work. you told me you didnt have your file and the papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;are inside. fine. you said since you are seeing me on thursday you will pass me the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but have you ever thought that jiejie is coming the next day? i just wanted to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is that a sin? i compromised. i asked you to message me the essay questions first. at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i did something before jiejie comes. you only reluctantly agreed after much talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've gotten the essay but now i dont have the part of it. telling me online isnt gonna work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've got to see the question myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today. you made me really really frustrated with you. and freaking mad. you called at 0330.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;telling me to go there. i said no. i cant. cause i have tuition at 0430. and you replied by saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you will call me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at that time you were just outside your school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i waited till i could not wait any longer. i called you at 0420. and guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you tell me to go beauty world AGAIN knowing that its not possible since tuition starts at 0430.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i questioned you. the purpose of you being there is because you are playing pool. you answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with no hesitation with 'how did you know'. i am not dumb okay. that point of time i really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blew up. i feel as if i am fooled okay. hoping to get my work for days yet i didnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so now you know how much i've waited for my homework ya? and now you know that i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seriously very very mad at you. you better hope that nothing is gonna happen to you when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you read this. cause i am telling you. you had better watch your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115460934101391928?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115460934101391928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115460934101391928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-i-am-to-blog-about-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115434740362846711</id><published>2006-08-01T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:04:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I welcome you inside my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For what you do. Oh you make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So very happy. Once again. Here I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So inspired To take your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And never take for granted. What I was granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once again I never thought I could love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I never thought I'd let somebody else in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I never thought I could trust and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here I am in love once again(Once again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You touched my heart. Now I can breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You saved my life And still I can't believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;made it happen. And when i see you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this is when I want to scream it at the top of my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you baby! I know I'll never have this chance again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115434740362846711?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115434740362846711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115434740362846711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-welcome-you-inside-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115362023461110626</id><published>2006-07-22T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:03:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna be with you, Gotta be with you, Need to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna be with you, Gotta be with you, Need to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chemistry was crazy from the get go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neither one of us knew why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We didn't build nothin' over night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause a love like this takes some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People swore it off as a phase said "We can't see that". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now top from bottom they see that we did that(Yes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so true that (Yes) .We've been through it(Yes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got real sh.. (Yes) .See, baby we've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too strong, for too long. And I can't be without you baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll be waitin' up untill you get home. Cause I can't sleep without you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anybody who's ever loved you knows just what I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too hard to fake it, Nothin' can replace it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Call the radio, If you just can't be without your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a question for ya. See, I already know the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But still I wanna ask you. Would you lie? (No) Make me cry? (No). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, neither would I baby, my love is on the up and up(Yes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be faithful (Yes). I'm for real (Yes). And with us you'll always know the deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well,let me see you. Put your hands up (Hands up). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fellas tell your ladies she's the one. (Fellas tell your ladies she's the one) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh put your hands up (Hands up) Ladies, let him know he's got your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look him right in his eyes and tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna be with you. Gotta be with you. Need to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115362023461110626?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115362023461110626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115362023461110626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wanna-be-with-you-gotta-be-with-you_22.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115297688084617502</id><published>2006-07-15T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:33:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You make me so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I don't wanna fight it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I start to blush. You are my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sugar rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't nothing better baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it for real or maybe? I start to blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sugar rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back to blog. muahahah. its flag day today!&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad that rina and bernie couldnt be with us.&lt;br /&gt;cause they have to be with their cca group. so we all gathered&lt;br /&gt;at chinatown point. took our tins and walked all the way&lt;br /&gt;to raffles place. i was just walking in circles. and i met&lt;br /&gt;wierd people. as if they are sent down from outer space. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to know this 2 rjc people, qu zhao and yiliang.&lt;br /&gt;i still dont really know how i got to know them. i find&lt;br /&gt;qu zhao adorable for her age. she is super smart too.&lt;br /&gt;she was 2nd for last year's Os. how smart! yiliang is super funny.&lt;br /&gt;he always come around and still my 'business'. he scared me once.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer calling him pipa. suits him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to city hall to meet bernie and rina after that at citylink.&lt;br /&gt;walked to suntec. and guess what!?? we saw mr yeo! he is such a filial&lt;br /&gt;guy. he was with his mom! hah. then went to ichiban boshi to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;its cum lunch too. went to marina after that. something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;rina and i went into the same toilet to change. she face one wall and i face the other.&lt;br /&gt;there was a long queue of people outside after that. then when we came out.&lt;br /&gt;we saw 2 ex seniors. one of them was super shocked! we just went in there to&lt;br /&gt;change! nothing much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to esplanade after that. studied there for about 2 hours? rina and i were&lt;br /&gt;running in the library like kids. it was super funny. i acted like some typical&lt;br /&gt;kia su singaporean. it was just for fun. and the super cashcard incident was funny&lt;br /&gt;too! its like we put in then it ejects out automatically. we just keep pushing in and&lt;br /&gt;it will just push itself out again. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY THERE WAS THE &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; one buck shot is not bad. the people there are not exactly that enthu okay.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that's about it today. (: there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wanna be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gotta be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;need to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cause i am crazy over you boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am gonna look for a boy who rocks with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and one whom is proud that i think he rocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115297688084617502?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115297688084617502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115297688084617502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-make-me-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-115096828002057745</id><published>2006-06-23T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:24:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time, This place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Too long, Too late. Who was I to make you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;On my knees, I’ll ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Last chance for one last dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cause with you, I’d withstand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of hell to hold your hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;school is starting. but it makes no difference. only difference is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have to wake up earlier! i seriously lack of sleep. i am gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;miss the hols. we did so many things. had so much fun. and now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have turned into beautiful memories. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my mom is going cut my 'outing time' down. she says prelim is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i need to start on my revision. but i am not gonna let her stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;from going out on saturdays. it's my day. the day which i get my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i havent really complete my homework. but that's okay. i am TRYING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i didnt slack. i finish all the e maths paper 1s in the booklet. (: will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;complete the a maths paper 1s by these 2 days? hiya. dont know. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its rina's birthday tomorrow! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Let's pretend you're mine. We could just pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You got what I like, I got what you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So tell me what you're waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-115096828002057745?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115096828002057745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/115096828002057745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-time-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-114768063122844399</id><published>2006-05-16T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:14:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you know that behind my eyes a sad girl cried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how could you know that I hurt so much inside? &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you know that I'm no longer the average girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm playing the role of the happy girl but no one knows inside I'm alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but I will never let it show. I get every day too much work and not enough play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over and over its always the same. you can make everything okay. but you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a million miles away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-114768063122844399?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/114768063122844399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/114768063122844399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-could-you-know-that-behind-my-eyes_15.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-114580110350711518</id><published>2006-04-24T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:05:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am here to blog again. its really long since i blogged. i closed down that stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;cause i no longer need those memories anymore. it just haunts me. seriously. and yes.&lt;br /&gt;i am starting on a brand new life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dreamix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2006 &lt;/span&gt;on friday! the concert is super nice! really rock and rocks! hah.&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;electrico&lt;/span&gt;. they are super good. amanda lee is chio. hah. =) practically. that band is&lt;br /&gt;pro. hah. then umm. e.i.c sang my favourite song. you and i both. rjc's own band, edensol&lt;br /&gt;is good too. maybe because of their guitaress. hah. he is jie's junior. has super small eyes.&lt;br /&gt;boyish look. just cute. =) then eh. saw eyecandy. really took a good look at him. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it was him at the door until i took a very very VERY good look. that&lt;br /&gt;punkish look really melts peoples' heart. anyway. i thought i wasnt gonna see him cause&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really like see his soul around. but jie said he is. so yes he was! made my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw like people whom i know. they had rugby match too. didnt get to watch. =(&lt;br /&gt;heard from jie's friend about the results on trampoline. guess its quite unfair though.&lt;br /&gt;i mean only that particular school is allowed to shift their A div people down to B div lahs.&lt;br /&gt;its so... i know its not really my business but its still unfair! A div and B div doesnt make a&lt;br /&gt;difference but which person can pose as a B div person unless super short or something lahs.&lt;br /&gt;but still. its dumb cause people will still know you are not suppose to be in that division.&lt;br /&gt;hah. jie said that too. great minds think alike. watched jie dance. it was super nice. her&lt;br /&gt;friends are nice too. took a tour around the school. the lecture hall is enormous. wonder which&lt;br /&gt;idiot will sit all the way back. though i know the lecturer will not write anything on the&lt;br /&gt;board but ya. its still impossible to see! the whole place is just cosy. my type of place. =)&lt;br /&gt;went home at around 10 plus. jie walked me to junction 8 and dad and mom came to pick&lt;br /&gt;me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was this week. last week i went to town and then down to esplanade. went to have satay.&lt;br /&gt;talked alot. had fun and all. my place of recommendation. =) its been so long since i really&lt;br /&gt;came out to see the world okay! the feeling was so so fresh. no more locked up. =) dad and mom picked me too. around 9 plus. yeps. dropped rina and 'random thing' at clementi. then the day&lt;br /&gt;ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;moving on is working. and i no longer have that pain in me. the thought of you terrifies me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont know if i could bring myself to be friends with both you and her. its not because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you guys are together. but more imptly you guys betrayed and cheated me. you lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you lied the most. you controlled my life. you were in contact with her all these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;while when you said you NEVER! liar. and her. can still joyfully tell me whatever she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the pain you and her brought me has left a scar in my life. i never wanna look back into my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;past cause it haunts me. its the biggest mistake to actually believe what you said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was a fool. the biggest fool. but now i have seen your &lt;strong&gt;true colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-114580110350711518?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/114580110350711518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/114580110350711518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-here-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-114103451343439668</id><published>2006-02-28T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:01:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!! i am finally blogging!! hah. okay. i can only talk this loud&lt;br /&gt;now. well. loudhaler is sick you see. hah. oh well. had e math and geog&lt;br /&gt;papers today. rather okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny yesterday. though the first part i was studying all alone&lt;br /&gt;and some things cropped up. jean called me yesterday after so long!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so so happy when she called. missed her voice. hah. she still sound&lt;br /&gt;the same. talked about life as usual. was at the end, sitting on my favourite&lt;br /&gt;bench. then she said she had to hang up cause she need to go. then all those bad things&lt;br /&gt;came coming. but things are alright now.  and i am glad. saw hannah on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;she is looks so mature. but pretty. hopefully i can train this sunday. its sad that glad,&lt;br /&gt;bryant and sean are leaving. the team is like getting smaller. i still havent thought&lt;br /&gt;of the perfect gift yet. the party is like this saturday. but hey!!&lt;br /&gt;i am having exams here. i cant think. hah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back into my life. i realise i am rather fortunate. all those bad things i have faced&lt;br /&gt;its just part of life. its quite ironic that sometimes i feel that i am torn apart between life.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's gonna happen to me in the future. and if i ever leave pass 70. i think i will&lt;br /&gt;just think of death till my days are up. i dont think i can be much of a help. just a waste of&lt;br /&gt;space on this earth. and next life. i would want to be umm. a dolphin? hah. better get going&lt;br /&gt;now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you love me but you dont know who i am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-114103451343439668?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/114103451343439668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/114103451343439668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/02/woohoo-i-am-finally-blogging-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-113722693637973951</id><published>2006-01-15T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:22:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nobody is updating their blogs. :(&lt;br /&gt;i am home alone. decided to come home. dont feel like going out&lt;br /&gt;and have a walk on my own alone. guess kel is at church now.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has someone beside. and they are not lonely.&lt;br /&gt;pillar of support is collapsing. and i have let everything out.&lt;br /&gt;no point holding back everything. might as well just scream&lt;br /&gt;everything out. my love is gonna be different. gonna do my&lt;br /&gt;homework now. not gonna care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel: i am gonna be happy though i know its gonna be difficult&lt;br /&gt;        to stop myself from being sad. cause i realise its not&lt;br /&gt;        worth being sad. hah!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-113722693637973951?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113722693637973951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113722693637973951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2006/01/nobody-is-updating-their-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-113495793713076457</id><published>2005-12-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:05:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gotta get myself motivated. and stop all those crap nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna get myself back. and learn to relax. you said was&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous. fine. okay. well now i am gonna show  you i am not.&lt;br /&gt;you cant blame me for feeling sad, angry, depress, high... when&lt;br /&gt;every min passes by right? i will try to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have learnt it : laugh alot, love alot and live in passion. =)&lt;br /&gt;                                      shopping is a kind of retail therapy that makes&lt;br /&gt;                                      you relax. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna start mugging. and care no more. i think this is a kind of&lt;br /&gt;teenage mess i got myself into. so i am gonna get myself out. i cant&lt;br /&gt;wait till thursday!! i am gonna see kel in the morning. after like so long.&lt;br /&gt;then after i am going shopping. =) window shopping cause i am broke.&lt;br /&gt;think i should go study now. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gonna get that fighting spirit back. and its because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-113495793713076457?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113495793713076457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113495793713076457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/12/gotta-get-myself-motivated.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-113387771391180778</id><published>2005-12-06T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:01:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys heys!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from j8. dad brought us for ice cream at swensens.&lt;br /&gt;i have this craving for chicken wings now. i am gonna get fat. ((:&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. i am gonna workout. there's training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hope can do smashes and volleys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out yesterday. met h.d* and winson at douby ghuat. then headed&lt;br /&gt;to city hall. kenneth didnt want to come cause i dont really know why.&lt;br /&gt;winson said he wanted to try on some surfpants. so we went&lt;br /&gt;to flash and splash. he took so long to choose!! hah. then ya. right&lt;br /&gt;at the end. he didnt buy. cause he say its too tight. and there was no bigger&lt;br /&gt;size. so walked to suntec to meet bjorn and nicole dear. then nic said weiwei&lt;br /&gt;was on his way coming to meet us. so its like taking over his brother's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went kushing-bo for the lunch buffet. and oh man!! its nice. YUMMY. =D&lt;br /&gt;we ate alot. esp weiwei. he ate more than 20 pieces of ebi tempura!! he ate&lt;br /&gt;the most actually. kinda amazed me. hah. nic and i ate till we wanna puke&lt;br /&gt;everything out that we ate. i love the salmon sashimi and the chawamushi&lt;br /&gt;the best. hee. and the ebi tempura. we ate till the lunch time was over.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was full. we walked to marina. and what. winson saw coffee club&lt;br /&gt;and went 'food!!' he was the first one who backed out during the buffet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to arcade and h.d* just went on walking. like he was in a rush. well.&lt;br /&gt;the word ARCADE just makes his eyes *blink*. umm. then bjorn said he had to&lt;br /&gt;leave cause his mom was scolding him on the phone. he didnt want to go for&lt;br /&gt;training after the buffet so crap up some shit but didnt make it. nic left together&lt;br /&gt;with him too. =( then kenneth came to meet us. he took a long time to reach the&lt;br /&gt;place cause he didnt know where the arcade was. went to look for a present. then&lt;br /&gt;winson said he wanna go town to look for surfpants. walked back to citylink.&lt;br /&gt;on the way talked about come card thing with flower decorations. hah. it was so&lt;br /&gt;funny!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped the idea of going to town cause it was very rush as i need to reach home&lt;br /&gt;by 6. so h.d* and i splited ways with weiwei, kenneth and winson. took a train to&lt;br /&gt;newton and took a bus back. h.d* walked me back home. and everything ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic dear. we need to workout and do our red riding hood to get rid of all those&lt;br /&gt;fats in us. hah. i do feel abit sinful about eating so much. but its okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;guess it should be out by now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h.d*, you have better learnt something from the lesson today okay. if not... haha.&lt;br /&gt;you will know huh. and dont skip your meals next time. wont do your stomach&lt;br /&gt;any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i go now. gonna rest early. have training tomorrow. nights. love you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-113387771391180778?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/113387771391180778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14445845&amp;postID=113387771391180778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113387771391180778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113387771391180778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/12/heys-heys-came-back-from-j8_06.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14445845.post-113301301526279802</id><published>2005-11-27T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:50:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i blogged!! feels so nice.&lt;br /&gt;i am at island AGAIN!! yes. i mean A.G.A.I.N.&lt;br /&gt;its boring . well. my cousins didn't come&lt;br /&gt;over today. cause they had something on. wanted to&lt;br /&gt;call jean out but i think she is busy so didnt call.&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition in the morning. then stayed home till&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised. the dumb mouse is oily. yuck!! finished&lt;br /&gt;my tuition homework that was given today. cause i was&lt;br /&gt;so bored so i decided to complete it. gonna have training&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. gonna get nic to go with me to the gym&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow again. i wanna workout!! cause i ate twice of&lt;br /&gt;the seaweed shaker fries. YUMMY :D but its fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel dear is leaving tomorrow. sad. :( i am gonna miss her&lt;br /&gt;hell lots. remember to get me my snowball okay!! hah.&lt;br /&gt;provided you can and it snows there. i shall predict that&lt;br /&gt;its snowing. but i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom hasnt let me know whether i can go over to&lt;br /&gt;jean's place on monday. i wanna go!! but thats like umm.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go back home first after training to put down my bag&lt;br /&gt;and then go over to her place. so thats like in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen: heys. sorry about it okay. hah. so forgetful of me.&lt;br /&gt;            forgive me ya? hah. and have moved HERE!! hah.&lt;br /&gt;            and thanks for tagging. how's training? i am having&lt;br /&gt;            training tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you*: i dont blame you alright. you dont have to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;           cause its fine with me that you are finally enjoying&lt;br /&gt;           yourself after saying that you wont. well. i am happy for&lt;br /&gt;           you. yeps. :) i am running out of credit so shall stop real&lt;br /&gt;           soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i guess it will be a long time after i even blog again.&lt;br /&gt;hah!! i just heard a guy say i love you in the com room. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;wonder who. =P and there is this small boy screaming at his&lt;br /&gt;brother for disturbing him when he is playing his game. well.&lt;br /&gt;got to go now. see ya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-113301301526279802?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113301301526279802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113301301526279802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-113187563456510333</id><published>2005-11-14T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:53:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello (:&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time ever since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;have been doing my revision. but i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;had tuition today. the paper was tough. didnt go&lt;br /&gt;for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic: sorry kay. poor thing. hah. all alone in the library&lt;br /&gt;      doing maths. i will accompany you next week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing people. going back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;jia, hit and jill are leaving for obs tomorrow. take care kay.&lt;br /&gt;bet you are gonna be charcoal black. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all about you*. i cant avoid it. (: i am aware you have been&lt;br /&gt;there whenever i need someone. yeps. i am missing you.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for everything. i need your hands to guide me&lt;br /&gt;through okay? (: need you to turn the tides for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia is coming back!! but its one the 21st of dec. i will wait.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i will stop here. i got nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to those who are taking their Os.&lt;br /&gt;its a bit late. but then. eh. its the sincerity right? hah.&lt;br /&gt;hang on. it will be over soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-113187563456510333?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113187563456510333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/113187563456510333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-it-has-been-long-time-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112773765143474977</id><published>2005-09-27T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:31:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;english paper is over. umm. dont have much confidence in it.&lt;br /&gt;well. english is my weakest right? i hope fe isn't angry with&lt;br /&gt;me. i didn't want to ask what others ask you. just that i am&lt;br /&gt;concern thats why i ask. sorry fe. okay. just i better run along&lt;br /&gt;and do my maths. still have 4 papers to do. and have to cover&lt;br /&gt;chap 1 of a maths and chap 2, 3, 4 for bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study hard people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean: heys. are you coming over this week huh? i think i need your&lt;br /&gt;help. hope you see this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will be alright. have confidence and dont let that fear overcome you.&lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid of fear but only be afraid of the word fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandra: okay i updated. hah. went to your blog the other day. study hard okay.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;nicole tan: hello!! hows training huh. maybe i will go down this week okay.&lt;br /&gt;                   shall watch you guys train. study hard for end year. its time to MUG!!&lt;br /&gt;                   decided not to message you as not to disturb you. hope you read this&lt;br /&gt;                   okay. miss you. (: p.s whos the next flavouring? heh =P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112773765143474977?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112773765143474977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112773765143474977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-english-paper-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112576073598565103</id><published>2005-09-03T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:18:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>days of true sweetness and happiness are gone.&lt;br /&gt;just went pass me in a blow. just going through&lt;br /&gt;some painful times here. *you never realise what&lt;br /&gt;you have said. never anyone said that. except you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for telling me. i know you have your intentions.&lt;br /&gt;but you got to know is that. i am hurt. (: may be is just&lt;br /&gt;the difference between us. i have learnt to accept it any&lt;br /&gt;way. but i have my tolerance. so you better think of&lt;br /&gt;a way.  i may turn out okay but inside. i am not. so&lt;br /&gt;you better hurry off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112576073598565103?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112576073598565103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112576073598565103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/09/days-of-true-sweetness-and-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112515734030207590</id><published>2005-08-28T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:42:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am suppose to be doing my tuition homework now!!&lt;br /&gt;but i cant bring myself to do it. hah. okay. dinner today&lt;br /&gt;is fun okay!! lets start from coach weber, coach shawn,&lt;br /&gt;nic, me, danielle, weejia, glad, denise and lastly darryl.&lt;br /&gt;we sat at the same table while the adults sat another table.&lt;br /&gt;its so cool okay. we went to get food, went to the toilet, went&lt;br /&gt;everywhere today in a group. so its like *snap* the whole group&lt;br /&gt;was gone. except that the guys went somewhere else. not with us.&lt;br /&gt;stefanie and york ying? i think thats her name. came to sit with us too.&lt;br /&gt;we took lots of photos too. hah. we went to toilet to take okay.&lt;br /&gt;my mom helped us took one near the toiletbowl!! hah. all the&lt;br /&gt;aunties who came into the restroom were all wondering what&lt;br /&gt;we are doing. hah. i dont have to do PHYSICAL tomorrow!! hah.&lt;br /&gt;cause i helped coach weber and shawn to get drinks. lucky draw&lt;br /&gt;was fun. we were that close to get most of the prizes okay.&lt;br /&gt;its like a number or two difference. we were shouting and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;danielle's number was the first to be called.&lt;br /&gt;then ya. there were the red wine and the bag. york ying won something&lt;br /&gt;too we were aimming for the first price. its $200 robinson voucher. said&lt;br /&gt;to split it up among ourselves and go shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't get. hah. okay. got to go now. another 20 minutes to the big&lt;br /&gt;day. hah. see ya. i miss benben. shall get it out of my bag now. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112515734030207590?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112515734030207590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112515734030207590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-suppose-to-be-doing-my-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112471285922493123</id><published>2005-08-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:16:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isnt this blogskin cool? okay. may be not. i just want some similar.&lt;br /&gt;just gonna stick to this for the mean time. got back 3 papers. okay so far.&lt;br /&gt;tuition on sunday was mmm. okay too. guess everything is okay to me.&lt;br /&gt;just gonna quote this : i am not strong. is just that i can't find a way to live&lt;br /&gt;on. i just wanna live in a realistic world. i dont want to live in a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;land. cant you see i am not okay? oh well. i am gonna love angels instead.&lt;br /&gt;though i am glad i have found you. there's nowhere to run. i have no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;how can it be you're asking me to feel the things you never show.&lt;br /&gt;we used to say ' we hold on to our dreams no matter how far. life is not what it&lt;br /&gt;seems wherever we are'. but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are just quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble&lt;br /&gt;remembering how to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112471285922493123?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112471285922493123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112471285922493123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/08/isnt-this-blogskin-cool-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112364463400673094</id><published>2005-08-10T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:32:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a holiday today. but of course. can't really relax.&lt;br /&gt;papers are coming in 4 days? so ya. a little stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;gonna do as much revision as i can today. just got told&lt;br /&gt;my aunt may bring me to see the fireworks this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;but afraid that i won't have time to finish revising for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. guess i better go now. gotta stop wasting time. english&lt;br /&gt;tuition on sunday was okay. just that there were some noisy idiots&lt;br /&gt;trying to act funny. my tutor looks a little like miss vino.&lt;br /&gt;guess may be is her long lost twin. she is nice though. miss vino too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things aren't going well i know. but i am not gonna get involved.&lt;br /&gt;actually you have no one to blame but yourself. you brought it&lt;br /&gt;upon yourself. i can't help you clear your own mess since i can't clear&lt;br /&gt;up mine already. anyway. just wanna say happy birthday to you. all&lt;br /&gt;the best for your coming papers. and to electron, ion. isotope, neutron&lt;br /&gt;and proton: all the best for your papers too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112364463400673094?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112364463400673094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112364463400673094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-holiday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112143099656223911</id><published>2005-07-16T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:36:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am at island now. its so boring. okay. the dance thing&lt;br /&gt;today is kinda screwed up. i was waiting to see 3d's dance.&lt;br /&gt;gwen looks cool. hah. (: my class is okay. just that they did&lt;br /&gt;everything last minute. haven't got much appetite. just&lt;br /&gt;ate a piece of NESTLE cookie and a packet of ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to nic and the rest. sorry kay. didn't have recess with you&lt;br /&gt;guys. we have the dance to attend to. cause its a last min&lt;br /&gt;thing. catch up with guys on monday. hopes everything is&lt;br /&gt;alright.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for training today. before that went for piano.&lt;br /&gt;took a bus down and had to cross such a wide road to&lt;br /&gt;get across. i look like a chicken trying to run across.&lt;br /&gt;darling's dad gave me a ride in. thank you soo much. (:&lt;br /&gt;if not i have to walk for very long in order to get in.&lt;br /&gt;training was fun. kinda enjoyed it. played well.&lt;br /&gt;playing a match tomorrow at 9 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i have at least 5 tests to take next week.&lt;br /&gt;maths, bio, geog, social studies and chem. gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go. running out of credit. its so noisy in here.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish hit is here. at least i have company.&lt;br /&gt;the people playing counter strike are making so much&lt;br /&gt;noise especially this stupid guy opposite. 'shut up lahs!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know whats wrong with you. you don't wanna tell&lt;br /&gt;me. don't wanna open up. you are just torturing yourself&lt;br /&gt;like that. guess you will just see the ghost of me. i am&lt;br /&gt;seeing you fade away. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112143099656223911?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112143099656223911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112143099656223911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-at-island-now.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12720687657342018683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14445845.post-112124556062671531</id><published>2005-07-13T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:17:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;decided to change my html. one cause the other one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;has too many entries. and i dont want to delete it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;as there are memories about things there. gonna get a new 'life'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ca is coming. and things are starting to get a little stressed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;did the dissecting of the pig's heart today. it wasn't as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bad as i thought it would be. it just stinks a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;miss wong says a sheep's heart will be slightly bigger than the pig's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;but it will definitely stink more. and i admit. the pig's heart already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;smells a little bad. i kinda feel a little down these few days. i keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;having this feeling that i am taken for granted? like i am there for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;a reason? like when someone needs me then i will be there? but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;when there is none i am just left alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;guess may be i am just nothing but a piece of crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;well. just hope things get better. don't really have much to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;just take i don't reallylike what things are like now. =\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I thought that I could always count on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I thought that nothing could become between us two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We said as long as we would stick together. We would be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We would be ok. But I was stupid. And you broke me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will never be the same again. So thank you for showing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That best friends can not be trusted. And thank you for lying to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Your friendship and good times we had you can have them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wonder why it always has to hurt. For every lesson that you have to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wont forget what you did to me. How you showed me things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wish I would never seen. But I was stupid. And you broke me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I willl never be the same again.So thank you for showing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That best friends can not be trusted. And thank you for lying to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Your friendship the good times we had you can have them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When the tables turn again. You will remember me my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You will be wishing I was there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will be the one you will miss the most.But you will only find my ghost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As time goes by.You will wonder why you are all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So thank you for showing me. That best friends can not be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And thank you for lying to me. Your friendship and good times we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;had you can have them back. So thank you for lying to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So thank you for all the times you let me down. So thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;for lying to me. So thank you your friendship you can have it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;- hey you jiu shi ni. qing kao zai wo huai li. bie jia zhuang bu zai yi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   ni ming ming dong le xin. so baby jiu shi ni. qing bu yao xai you yu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   wo men lai wan ge you xi. jiao L.O.V.E  YEAH YES I DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   hey you jiu shi ni. qing kao zai wo huai li. bie jia zhuang bu zai yi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   wo ke neng xi huan ni. so baby jiu shi ni. qing shuo ni hen kai xin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   wo you dian xi huan ni. you dian xi huan ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   hey you jiu shi ni. qing kao zai wo huai li. bie jia zhuang bu zai yi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   wo xiang wo xi huan ni. so baby jiu shi ni. qing shou ni ye yuan yi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   wo fei chang xi huan ni.  fei chang xi huan ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   ni bu hui dong wo jiu shi yao ni xin ji. wo lian ai wu di. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   shui yu jian ni. lian dai ren ye hui ren shu. wei she me shi ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;   wo zhi xiang. wei she me xi huan de shi ni. wo yi xi huan ni yi ge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14445845-112124556062671531?l=mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112124556062671531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14445845/posts/default/112124556062671531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenidentity.blogspot.com/2005/07/decided-to-change-my-html.html' title=''/><author><name>`jo. 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