<?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-9190145011449618831</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:17:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-4620027090028141921</id><published>2008-10-19T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:58:53.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you, jasmine.</title><content type='html'>yes, we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.wedinblack.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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jasmine.'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-698092328408885044</id><published>2008-10-16T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:17:21.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well..</title><content type='html'>its already a thursday. quickie.&lt;br /&gt;im gg to head down to vivo tmr to see some mpa stuff which is supposed to be useful.&lt;br /&gt;but the best part is im booking out tmr afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u all know the latest news, a kid died ystd in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;hes from my camp.&lt;br /&gt;tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, i bought 2 shirts and 3 pants on sun!&lt;br /&gt;felt so yummy, my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i dont know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-698092328408885044?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/698092328408885044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=698092328408885044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/698092328408885044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/698092328408885044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/10/well.html' title='well..'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-3953676165368222442</id><published>2008-10-11T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:02:36.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all thats left is about a week</title><content type='html'>i experienced one of those repercussions again today.&lt;br /&gt;damn its so hard to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;ive been struck down again and again.&lt;br /&gt;every time its almost like a losing battle,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i managed. like magic.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to go thru it again before i can get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im deeply confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world.&lt;br /&gt;bought a tie today. love it!&lt;br /&gt;supposed to catch a movie but missed it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;another time perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go shopping tmr for shoes and some apparel.&lt;br /&gt;hope i get a big catch!&lt;br /&gt;i met 2 friends today. 1 from my current camp, other from sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder what happened to all those people in my life last time.&lt;br /&gt;where on earth have they disappeared to.&lt;br /&gt;see, i dont seem to talk to old friends much.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wasnt close to anyone since that thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it dates back earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard news that lst maybe handing over obo to frigate.&lt;br /&gt;theres goes the 10 grand.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe im not even going if they offer me.&lt;br /&gt;who knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway im so so thankful when someone intercepts my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: i watched tammy only today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3953676165368222442?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/3953676165368222442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=3953676165368222442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/3953676165368222442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/3953676165368222442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-thats-left-is-about-week.html' title='all thats left is about a week'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-4121234702717533304</id><published>2008-10-10T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:30:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>its been a rather boring week.&lt;br /&gt;im having harbour pracs now.&lt;br /&gt;went out last weekend and bought a pair of jeans and a bag.&lt;br /&gt;shall continue my spree this weekend with shoes and more clothes hah!&lt;br /&gt;payday's today yummy~&lt;br /&gt;and im a half year soldier already!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether to say its been fast or slow.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy some parts while i detest others.&lt;br /&gt;but i can say that im satisfied so far.&lt;br /&gt;and im afraid to say goodbye 1 month from now when we all get posted out.&lt;br /&gt;im just starting to enjoy myself. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a dream that day. or rather 2 dreams, but i forgot 1.&lt;br /&gt;the other, i was offered an entry to ocs, and i took it without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;it seems i wanna be an officer badly now haha.&lt;br /&gt;but o well, missed my chance.&lt;br /&gt;and its highly unlikely that i will get in, considering my uber sucky bmt experiences.&lt;br /&gt;so im fortunate i put no to command school.&lt;br /&gt;and i got posted to navy instead of guards or smth..&lt;br /&gt;everything that happens has a link with another i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just hope to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;but a chapter of my life is still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to get over with it soon, be it a happy or disappointing ending.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things are hard to let go when u put in and expect so much.&lt;br /&gt;isnt fair this way when ure willing but circumstances oppose u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im considering a few things right now,&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps more in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, all will turn out more than fine for me heh =) (greedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight swt dreamz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i guess i wont be blogging here very soon.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway my viewership is so terrible. (i think)&lt;br /&gt;im just blogging to let out how i feel. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4121234702717533304?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/4121234702717533304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=4121234702717533304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/4121234702717533304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/4121234702717533304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-5660573731119250422</id><published>2008-10-08T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:58:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time is coming</title><content type='html'>countdown to 12 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-5660573731119250422?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/5660573731119250422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=5660573731119250422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/5660573731119250422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/5660573731119250422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-coming.html' title='the time is coming'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-8805524552513895394</id><published>2008-10-04T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:38:34.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prisoner!</title><content type='html'>i really hate to go home.&lt;br /&gt;really have nothing to do and i get nagged at.&lt;br /&gt;last night i turned on some music from my psp cause it was too quiet&lt;br /&gt;so my mum came into my room at who knows what time to replace the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and she had to off my psp. hand itchy.&lt;br /&gt;she woke me up and asked me how to off it when she herself already switched it off.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone gets angry for being disturbed in the middle of the night right.&lt;br /&gt;so i was pissed and i just threw my psp on the table.&lt;br /&gt;and i got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, fuck lah! the person is sleeping. if u dont know how to off it then leave it la. why wake the person up when hes sleeping so soundly.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even know she came in and turned the lights on. wtf. was so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to bring me see doctor later at orchard. i fucking hate orchard!&lt;br /&gt;if i knew i would have gone out already.&lt;br /&gt;purposely stayed at home today.&lt;br /&gt;haix i rather be out with someone. anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOMESTIC STUFF ASIDE!&lt;br /&gt;its been a totally speedy week.&lt;br /&gt;watched eagle eye, not nice dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, next week is going to be turtle paced.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i passed my ror test. i think i would la anyway.&lt;br /&gt;went back vj with zy after a bowling session with my tc.&lt;br /&gt;it was freakishly saddening. the j1s arent around!&lt;br /&gt;but o well. since we were already there. hung around in the pa room.&lt;br /&gt;and managed to steal 5 cartons of 100 plus!&lt;br /&gt;apparently there was some sports night event thing.&lt;br /&gt;so whoops, if u guys dont have enough to drink.&lt;br /&gt;saw loke, hes still fucked up as usual.&lt;br /&gt;and foo running round the track.&lt;br /&gt;its good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;but thinking back, wad the hell happened to our class?!&lt;br /&gt;everyones busy. class bonding bullshit wan la. the class very close meh.&lt;br /&gt;everybodys moved on.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my cousin on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;a bit regret my route. im ok with my results n stuff la.&lt;br /&gt;but wtf, the a lvl pple i met since leaving sch are so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;selfish little beings. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true, sometimes all we need is just 1 bestestest friend.&lt;br /&gt;beats everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its hard to lie every night without..&lt;br /&gt;but, ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8805524552513895394?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/8805524552513895394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=8805524552513895394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/8805524552513895394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/8805524552513895394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/10/prisoner.html' title='prisoner!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-6312594730907064972</id><published>2008-10-01T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:36:08.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it meant to be</title><content type='html'>theres a few points in my life where i almost broke down.&lt;br /&gt;probably about 2 or 3..&lt;br /&gt;and it all occurred in the past 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;but now things are different.&lt;br /&gt;i see a chance to change.&lt;br /&gt;and it kind of makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;wow. maybe i can relive the past.&lt;br /&gt;or even more! gr8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now..i have to wait&lt;br /&gt;im pacing in small circles.&lt;br /&gt;just waiting..for an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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be'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-7130606191800491404</id><published>2008-09-28T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:27:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move where?</title><content type='html'>my friend introduced me to this show probably a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;saw a few episodes and i liked it&lt;br /&gt;recently picked it up again&lt;br /&gt;and wow i feel so close to it, as if its produced for me.&lt;br /&gt;i soo wanna continue watching, but unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any storage devices to get it from my friend ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ystd was an ok day.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at about 7&lt;br /&gt;waited for a while doing i-dunno-what before rummaging thru my old stuff&lt;br /&gt;and found this eminem cd i bought in sec sch days&lt;br /&gt;took 4 songs out of it heh.&lt;br /&gt;went to sim lim thereafter to buy a hard disk, but felt it wasnt worth&lt;br /&gt;so walked over to suntec with zy to play some arcade.&lt;br /&gt;gosh we died at the last boss -.-&lt;br /&gt;i suck..&lt;br /&gt;caught a movie later when david joined us. connected, apparently a reproduction based on the hollywood movie cellular.. kinda ok la..&lt;br /&gt;strolled over to fisherman's wharf for dinner where i had an ok tasting salmon&lt;br /&gt;then sat down and talk cock for a while, and by then i was really shagged out.&lt;br /&gt;and lying on my bed, i was having the usual disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now theres so many things i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know where or how to start,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know if i will do them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up. my morning just got screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i was taking this series of mini tests online..like btt and ftt&lt;br /&gt;and my mum came over and ask "what are u playing"&lt;br /&gt;i mean i was concentrating on thinking..and she used the word playing&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda raised my voice cause im really irritated.&lt;br /&gt;man i was pissed. cause to her whenever im at the com im playing.&lt;br /&gt;even if im typing something important im playing.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER!&lt;br /&gt;maybe it sounds as if its nothing, but ive endured it everytime it happens&lt;br /&gt;i really hate that feeeling.&lt;br /&gt;its like the saf. like if the higher ups do something wrong its as if theres nothing wrong and they show no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;but when we smaller beings do something wrong we get screwed like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, sometimes i wonder if i will be better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;as least i have to rely on myself and get to learn so much more in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im jaded. out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-7130606191800491404?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/7130606191800491404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=7130606191800491404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/7130606191800491404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/7130606191800491404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/09/move-where.html' title='move where?'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-6605151716296370294</id><published>2008-09-26T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:08:18.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH MAN!</title><content type='html'>man i felt like the top of the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to rebuild a new me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna be a maggi mee in a packet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6605151716296370294?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-8851669957451931498</id><published>2008-09-21T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:58:47.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confinement!</title><content type='html'>lovely sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta book in way early to clean up my camp&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with those suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in ns everything is lan lan..&lt;br /&gt;especially if u got a shitty job with shitty pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im fed up with life&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost, my future so bleak.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see where im heading 5 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;gosh that sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8851669957451931498?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-8442956147924625904</id><published>2008-09-14T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:25:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday blues?</title><content type='html'>saturday duty is terrible&lt;br /&gt;but something else's worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;churning and churning&lt;br /&gt;shrinking and shrinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes whats the point of trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;when everyone else has already given up.. hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8442956147924625904?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/8442956147924625904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-8884325855550553407</id><published>2008-09-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:39:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can we get back together, please?</title><content type='html'>freakishly uber sad!&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8884325855550553407?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/8884325855550553407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=8884325855550553407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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wasnt sincere enough, or theres no god.&lt;br /&gt;i believe the latter.&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden im lost,&lt;br /&gt;and it happened way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;just a moment ago, i was thinking of all the lovely stuff..&lt;br /&gt;really just wasnt prepared for the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could..&lt;br /&gt;but right after the "click", all fell out of place.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach was churning, and i snapped wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;now i really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;was it all thought over?&lt;br /&gt;as in really really thought over?&lt;br /&gt;cause i didnt have the luxury to think over anything.&lt;br /&gt;but i have no complaints, only lots and lots of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;memories may be sweet, but what about those bitter ones?&lt;br /&gt;just like a basket of mixed fruits,&lt;br /&gt;some are fresh, some are rotten, and others are unripe,&lt;br /&gt;like those unaccomplished promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like taking a hammer and start whacking myself.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what the hell was i doing?!&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to turn the clock back,&lt;br /&gt;but yet everyone knows they cant..&lt;br /&gt;im just like one of those idiots wishing for multiple chances,&lt;br /&gt;although somewhere inside i know it may all be in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all seemed so yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was never enough,&lt;br /&gt;and never will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-crossing every finger n toe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you now? &lt;br /&gt;Are you still the same &lt;br /&gt;Or did you change somehow? &lt;br /&gt;What do you do &lt;br /&gt;At this very moment when I think of you? &lt;br /&gt;And when I'm looking back &lt;br /&gt;How we were young and stupid &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I fight it &lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it &lt;br /&gt;Just can't let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need you &lt;br /&gt;I still care about you &lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done &lt;br /&gt;I still feel you &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm right beside you &lt;br /&gt;But still no word from you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at me &lt;br /&gt;Instead of moving on, I refuse to see &lt;br /&gt;That I keep coming back &lt;br /&gt;And I'm stuck in a moment &lt;br /&gt;That wasn't meant to last (to last) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to fight it &lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it &lt;br /&gt;You don't even know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I still need you &lt;br /&gt;I still care about you &lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done &lt;br /&gt;I still feel you &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm right beside you &lt;br /&gt;But still no word from you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh &lt;br /&gt;Wish I could find you &lt;br /&gt;Just like you found me &lt;br /&gt;Then I would never let you go (without you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;I still feel you (I still feel you) &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm right beside you (like I'm right beside you) &lt;br /&gt;But still no (still no word) word from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-9093434509863126347?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/9093434509863126347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=9093434509863126347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/9093434509863126347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/9093434509863126347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-gone-just-like-that.html' title='my first gone, just like that?'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-4895695021683319459</id><published>2008-08-28T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:44:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRR!</title><content type='html'>IM ABOUT TO HIT THE ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;KNN CCB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4895695021683319459?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-1035443018030703999</id><published>2008-08-26T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:08:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buff up!</title><content type='html'>i feel that i was much stronger last time&lt;br /&gt;like i wont give up so easily&lt;br /&gt;argh i just miss my sec days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to think about what my instructor told me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-1035443018030703999?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/1035443018030703999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=1035443018030703999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/1035443018030703999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/1035443018030703999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/08/buff-up.html' title='buff up!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-4843884124892830802</id><published>2008-07-27T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:41:45.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poc 1st aug!</title><content type='html'>so many things in my heart i want to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4843884124892830802?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/4843884124892830802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=4843884124892830802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/4843884124892830802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/4843884124892830802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/07/poc-1st-aug.html' title='poc 1st aug!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-1721386678462843453</id><published>2008-07-09T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:14:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its only the 3rd week omg!</title><content type='html'>ocs pple booking out this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded rss endurance yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking boring!&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking how am i going to pass this 2 years! =@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a half day off today.&lt;br /&gt;then this guy called me and ask me why i join ntu instead of smu&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt know what to tell him&lt;br /&gt;luckily he didnt ask much...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the only thing i like about navy is the slack lifestyle..&lt;br /&gt;and my batch mates are better than my bmt ones (so far)&lt;br /&gt;other than that, I REALLY DONT WISH TO GO ON BOARD SHIP!&lt;br /&gt;but since i have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;it is highly likely i will choose to handle radar and nav systems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booking in at 2200 sians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any movie outings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-1721386678462843453?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/1721386678462843453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=1721386678462843453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/1721386678462843453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/1721386678462843453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-only-3rd-week-omg.html' title='its only the 3rd week omg!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-5515610800473387714</id><published>2008-06-28T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:29:09.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RSN!</title><content type='html'>pass swimming cat 1 test&lt;br /&gt;cleared ippt&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;navy is so damn slack wahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-5515610800473387714?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/5515610800473387714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=5515610800473387714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/5515610800473387714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/5515610800473387714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/06/rsn.html' title='RSN!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-3141112772274262110</id><published>2008-06-22T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:44:24.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naval combat system operator</title><content type='html'>i dont wanna go back =(&lt;br /&gt;im in the navy by the way.&lt;br /&gt;feel so fortunate =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL DONT WANT TO GO BACK! =((&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE DISGUSTING UNEASY FEELING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..but ive got no choice.&lt;br /&gt;hope my vocation is all colourful n interesting,&lt;br /&gt;with wonderful and nice people&lt;br /&gt;that i can make as lifelong buddies&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;(i so hate my bmt people..)&lt;br /&gt;but nvm put the past behind&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy wadever there is throughout the next 1yr 8months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAVAL COMBAT SYSTEMS OPERATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benefits :&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE CHIONG SUA!&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE SBO&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE CAMO&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE DIGGING SHELLSCRAPE/TRENCHES&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE ROUTE MARCHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawbacks :&lt;br /&gt;-may be sent out in the deep blue sea for varying time (sometimes months o.O!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope for a slack but super interesting n engaging job! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3141112772274262110?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/3141112772274262110/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-8006989091618867065</id><published>2008-06-14T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:18:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSED OUT</title><content type='html'>PRIVATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8006989091618867065?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/8006989091618867065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=8006989091618867065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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u'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-663687167294070684</id><published>2008-05-17T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:55:39.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIELD CAMP!</title><content type='html'>the 6 days field camp is finally over WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;so dirty can i nvr change my uniform =P&lt;br /&gt;and i have to do remedial training for my shellscrape (prabably on a sat)&lt;br /&gt;!#^(@$^&amp;)@$(!&amp;&lt;br /&gt;but its ok..about 30+ of my platoon mates are staying back too hahaha&lt;br /&gt;imagine our standards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week will be my live range and actual ippt&lt;br /&gt;i hope i do well. then it will be 3 more weeks to POP hah!&lt;br /&gt;thats fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i heard our bloc leave only last 7-8 days&lt;br /&gt;which is quite saddening&lt;br /&gt;and im choosing not to go command school&lt;br /&gt;and i have a high change of going to guards unit.&lt;br /&gt;BOTHERATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;if thats the case i rather go sispec&lt;br /&gt;but i heard the finale training for sispec  in taiwan is at the coldest time of the year..and u cant put on extra clothing..only a pathetic long 4!&lt;br /&gt;field camp every night my hands so blardee cold liao can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind la, take things as they come&lt;br /&gt;right now i can rest until monday.. which is good cause my body is aching terribly =(&lt;br /&gt;after that it should be chiong liao. everyday we will be doing something interesting i hope =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9190145011449618831.post-7667044325427011432</id><published>2008-04-27T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:26:53.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFINEMENT!</title><content type='html'>whoo. the 2 confinement weeks are over!&lt;br /&gt;its 7 more weeks till my pop&lt;br /&gt;and about a week more till my field camp uggh!&lt;br /&gt;dirty n smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my civilian hours are nearly up!&lt;br /&gt;but im running a fever wad shld i do wad shld i do@@@&lt;br /&gt;aye army life just sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, im in zulu company..&lt;br /&gt;which is an enhanced leadership batch&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i hate that phrase&lt;br /&gt;beacause it means more tekan and harder training&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really wanna go ocs. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to eat breakfast now take care people!&lt;br /&gt;i hope a get a day off this coming friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-7667044325427011432?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/7667044325427011432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=7667044325427011432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/7667044325427011432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/7667044325427011432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/04/confinement.html' title='CONFINEMENT!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-3378192474291333575</id><published>2008-04-10T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:43:23.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARMY!</title><content type='html'>RAWWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr onwards i will learn how to protect singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u pple soon @@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3378192474291333575?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-4762727150536071956</id><published>2008-04-02T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:33:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days to bmt!</title><content type='html'>too scared to ask,&lt;br /&gt;too tired to bother,&lt;br /&gt;too sick to repeat,&lt;br /&gt;too sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q(-.-)p&lt;br /&gt;   '&lt;br /&gt;   '&lt;br /&gt;   '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyiseverythinglikethis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4762727150536071956?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/4762727150536071956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-6807560364605635703</id><published>2008-03-15T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:45:08.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo again</title><content type='html'>hi guys and girls,&lt;br /&gt;its a been a while since i last blogged..&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wonder who still visits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got aabc for my A's and a b for gp&lt;br /&gt;and seriously i think it sux lah&lt;br /&gt;but nvm la since there are people who feel relieved for me&lt;br /&gt;whats done is done....&lt;br /&gt;lifes not a game u can click retry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit to nus open house today was a total waste of time..&lt;br /&gt;i opened the booklet and i found no useful information..&lt;br /&gt;ok la..its not really a booklet..cause its just 2 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today is a real bad day for me&lt;br /&gt;firstly, all my classmates in vj pop liao,&lt;br /&gt;then me still waiting for enlistment..&lt;br /&gt;today during lunch i suddenly just tiam cause i really dont know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;not because i felt it only today lah,&lt;br /&gt;but.. u know, im just sianned..&lt;br /&gt;back in vs i was the one with short hair,&lt;br /&gt;now its like a total opposite..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;so sorry pple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i feel somethings missing in my life..&lt;br /&gt;like something i really wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;or something i really wanna have..&lt;br /&gt;must be the step up 2 movie..&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its nice lah..but,&lt;br /&gt;after all the entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;i realised a lot of things i want to do but cant do..&lt;br /&gt;and plenty of things i wanna have but dont own them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i had a best friend was in primary school,&lt;br /&gt;then i had some whom i treated as best friends in secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know if they treat or look at me the same way..&lt;br /&gt;and in jc i dont even know whos my best friend..&lt;br /&gt;so whats next in ns or uni for me..&lt;br /&gt;im just going downhill lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my good friend aaron msg me to play com with him just now..&lt;br /&gt;and part of me wanna play,&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of me says no..&lt;br /&gt;and he thinks its his fault im emoing now..&lt;br /&gt;totally wrong lah not u aaron.. =(&lt;br /&gt;i swear its the movie..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its something else.. hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough liao.. the more i think the more sad i am..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna knock myself out so i can get up tmr feeling better..&lt;br /&gt;and probably do the same for the next few days until all this crap goes away..&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6807560364605635703?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/6807560364605635703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=6807560364605635703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6807560364605635703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6807560364605635703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo-again.html' title='emo again'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-5563362216599866286</id><published>2008-02-25T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:13:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes!</title><content type='html'>come come read some jokes lol =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minute management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a moment the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was Bob the next door neighbor", she replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great", the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: if you share critical information with your colleagues and stakeholders, you should be better positioned to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129." The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129." The priest apologized, "Sorry sister, but the flesh is weak." Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Know your job, if you are not well informed in your field, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3:&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."&lt;br /&gt;"Me first, Me first," says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world." Puff! She's gone. &lt;br /&gt;"Me next, Me next," says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life." Puff He's gone. &lt;br /&gt;"OK, you're up", the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, " want those two back in the office after lunch."&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story Always let your boss have the first say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4:An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;The eagle answered "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5:&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull, "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree", sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree. &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Bull **** might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6:&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out. He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story" Not everyone who ****s on you is your enemy. Not everyone who gets you out of **** is your friend. And when you're in deep ****, it's best to keep your mouth shut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ENDS THE 5-MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day, there were 10 monks, all waiting to go through the test to become the head monk. The master monk wanted to make sure there were no evil or perverse thought in their minds, so he got them all naked, and they were to wait in a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed the thinnest rice paper on their groin, and any movement caused by erection would break it. Whoever's rice paper did not break, would pass the test. &lt;br /&gt;A young, beautiful woman walked into the room. Immediately, 2 rice papers broke. She then removed her blouse. Another 2 rice papers broke. She then removed her lingerie, and another 2 rice papers broke. She removed her skirt, and 2 rice papers broke again. There were only 2 rice papers left unbroken. She removed her bottom lingerie. 1 rice paper broke. The master monk then walked into the room, and said, "It has been hard on you, but I am convinced that you have passed the test. Now lets go take a shower." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice paper broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's father: "Son, I'm going to work, you must become a business man like me one day."&lt;br /&gt;One day Billy's came back home, Billy is only 12 years old and when he reached home he noticed that there were clothes lying around.. He saw his mom with another man but Billy's mom was already married..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Billy's dad came home and so Billy's mom got frantic and hid Billy and the man inside the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy: It's kinda dark in here..&lt;br /&gt;Man: Yea..&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Do you wanna buy my baseball glove?&lt;br /&gt;Man: No way..&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Okay then I'll go say hi to my dad..&lt;br /&gt;Man: Okay! Okay! How much?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: $500&lt;br /&gt;Man: WHAT?! Are you crazy? NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Okay my dad will love to find you here..&lt;br /&gt;Man: OKAY OKAY! DARN IT! $500 here you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day the when Billy's dad fetched Billy to school again, the man came back into the house and was doing hanky panky with Billy's mom again.. When Billy came home he saw the same things again and so happens Billy's dad had a half-day and came back home.. So Billy's mom hid them in the closet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy: It's kinda dark in here..&lt;br /&gt;Man: Yea.. how much this time.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Billy: $1000&lt;br /&gt;Man: WHUT?! FOR WHUT?!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: My baseball..&lt;br /&gt;Man: NO WAY YOU ARE EATING MY MONEY YOU IMMATURE FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Okay my dad is just outside, want me to say hi?&lt;br /&gt;Man: NONONONONONO! FINE here's $1000 now give me that baseball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. Billy told his dad about his business he made..&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Dad, I made $1,500 by selling my baseball and my baseball glove.&lt;br /&gt;Billy's dad: WHUT?! that's daylight robbery! Son! I'm so disappointed in you.. I'm taking you to church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went to church on the coming Sunday and Billy went into the booth where people confess&lt;br /&gt;Billy: It's kinda dark in here..&lt;br /&gt;From the other side of the booth came said&lt;br /&gt;"Don't start that crap with me again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh lazy find more. sian =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-5563362216599866286?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/5563362216599866286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=5563362216599866286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;its been like so long since i saw my friends ah..&lt;br /&gt;miss them lurh.&lt;br /&gt;plus some mahjong sessions.&lt;br /&gt;aye getting addicted ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got like &lt;2mths efore i go for my army.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime im just stoning ah.&lt;br /&gt;found someone to go out to play sports with me whee.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna move every muscle in me ah.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel good n alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the hoo-hah over the release of a lvl results -.-&lt;br /&gt;like nearly everyone told me it will be out on fri ah.&lt;br /&gt;but actually im not vey worried,&lt;br /&gt;in fact im more concerned about other stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched jumper n ps ilu. i prefered the former ah,&lt;br /&gt;cuz the latter seems no link to me. =/&lt;br /&gt;but i pei fu him ah. cuz i cant do the same O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friend warned me not to get chopped at no signboard seafood ah,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i still got zhamed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think my posts are all so disorganised.&lt;br /&gt;fancy having comments like "good flow" and "coherent writing" in my essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been some time since i stayed up so late again.&lt;br /&gt;cuz im at my cousins place for a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;and i lost 3 bucks in blackjack ah..&lt;br /&gt;who told me go ahead and play de huh &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i wish life can continue this way.&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to be able to wake at anytime u want everyday.&lt;br /&gt;u dont need the world to be below u to feel good ah,&lt;br /&gt;just live a slow, relaxed and happy life can already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, since i got nothing to do now, i might as well blog a longer entry =P&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh! i feel rather fan nao the past few days over some issues.&lt;br /&gt;haix. i her already sibei sian ah - i dunno how the adults can tolerate all these&lt;br /&gt;dont want to say ah. but i really hope they can leave me alone..&lt;br /&gt;and my aunty say i very innocent ah.. so dont bully me pls.&lt;br /&gt;i will very sad de. =(&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really stupid ah =X&lt;br /&gt;but i rather be dumb and satisfied&lt;br /&gt;than smart but dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;so im really happy with the life im living now.&lt;br /&gt;would be gr8 if i can get a job that starts at noon time and nice boss and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dream too much sometimes.. just make myself happy ah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i shall go play some games liao. shall not bore u readers further ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, i love my bibi a lot a lot ah.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things cannot wait till tmr to say or do ah.&lt;br /&gt;if not..no chance is sibei regret wan ah..&lt;br /&gt;the heart will really kiu (shrink in hokkien)..&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling is really sucks ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks =D sleep well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9190145011449618831.post-6616367533175227303</id><published>2008-02-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:21:07.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah cny!</title><content type='html'>this blog not dead lurh.. owner lazy update nia. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's cny has been great so far for miie!!&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed myself thoroughly yay ;)&lt;br /&gt;but now i damn shag lol.&lt;br /&gt;swam for 2 nights until 4am leeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye now im just staring at my com dunno wad to do&lt;br /&gt;last time i jitao game whole day.&lt;br /&gt;but now sudd v sian hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. realise theres much more than that 17" screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6616367533175227303?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/6616367533175227303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=6616367533175227303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6616367533175227303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6616367533175227303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2008/02/hah-cny.html' title='hah cny!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-2738562737962422028</id><published>2008-01-01T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:15:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of the new year!</title><content type='html'>happy 2008 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's time spent at wilson's house was great!&lt;br /&gt;we won $8.80 at mahjongg!!&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt take any of the money haha&lt;br /&gt;and the cooking omg... we should have taken a photo of fiona lim's egg&lt;br /&gt;so we can remind her time to time..&lt;br /&gt;and also that spatula she melted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all my friends very very much and i wish i can spend 2 years with them again!&lt;br /&gt;but lets move on!!&lt;br /&gt;for the guys lets go army and have fun&lt;br /&gt;and for the girls gd luck with uni&lt;br /&gt;and for everyone, best of lucks with your a lvl results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel we should have more outings&lt;br /&gt;but where got time rite hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a fantastic, wonderful, marvellous, excellent etc year ahead! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-2738562737962422028?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/2738562737962422028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=2738562737962422028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, should i be dismayed that things arent so joyous n everything&lt;br /&gt;or should i be thankful its better than last year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-1139432935653603626?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/1139432935653603626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=1139432935653603626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/1139432935653603626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/1139432935653603626'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-2426850059818790979</id><published>2007-11-28T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:00:20.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>europe for 2 weeks!</title><content type='html'>i met my ex form teacher during the class chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she say i very good =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-2426850059818790979?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/2426850059818790979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=2426850059818790979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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without me having to say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again..if things are made that way, why do we need a mouth for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for my As...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8028846391215612678?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/8028846391215612678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=8028846391215612678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/8028846391215612678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/8028846391215612678'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-4483750667232425769</id><published>2007-11-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:03:16.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avril lavigne - sk8er boy</title><content type='html'>he was a boy&lt;br /&gt;she was a girl&lt;br /&gt;can i make it any more obvious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4483750667232425769?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/4483750667232425769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=4483750667232425769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>wowww wheee</title><content type='html'>i received an sms today at 7.30..&lt;br /&gt;a friend wishing me good luck for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;and i was pretty shocked cause i havent talked to him for like 1 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;feel paiseh i dont even know his age haha =P&lt;br /&gt;im touched =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. good luck everyone! its just 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-1133099023600168466?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/1133099023600168466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=1133099023600168466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the next laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling rather sleepy. yawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAO-GEH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6662169980548684794?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/6662169980548684794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=6662169980548684794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6662169980548684794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6662169980548684794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-1062945978529738246</id><published>2007-10-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:53:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucky week</title><content type='html'>hasnt been a good week for me..and its only tuesday. great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been waking up with aching shoulders and find it uber hard to get a good night's rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt angry today. but at the same time thankful for those that turned up for lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sense of unjust pulsating through me....&lt;br /&gt;let me just give everyone a friendly reminder that after 2007, the next phase of our lives will start. and its inclusive of greater responsibility. be less selfish shall we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work hard everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emo boy-&lt;br /&gt;..a deep sigh&lt;div 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week'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-4535922209567830208</id><published>2007-09-29T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:43:02.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelim results are almost out!</title><content type='html'>CCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my score so far. is it good it good?&lt;br /&gt;haha i dont think so cause i expected more lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left econs n gp to be taken back on monday.. i dreamt i got 14 and 21 for case study&lt;br /&gt;and mr loke was smiling cheerfully at me.&lt;br /&gt;gosh guess it wont happen..never..my CS sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think life is gonna get super boring for the next 2 months..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like studying but i dunno wad to study..argh~&lt;br /&gt;we should have more class outings and have proper plannings so we dont end up crowding at one area and spending loads of time discussing the next hangout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i think chances of an outing is pretty low. oh it was sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the shirt n pants =P&lt;br /&gt;and congrats to the top scorers for prelims. and also those who did well. =)&lt;br /&gt;then those who didnt do so well, u have 1 more mth to work. c'mon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4535922209567830208?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/4535922209567830208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-4065480028718837081</id><published>2007-09-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:42:16.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths prelim paper!!</title><content type='html'>plus minus times divide also cannot count&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid leh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-4065480028718837081?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/4065480028718837081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=4065480028718837081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/4065480028718837081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/4065480028718837081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2007/09/maths-prelim-paper.html' title='maths prelim paper!!'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-6540933283288241207</id><published>2007-09-07T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:24:19.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days to prelims!</title><content type='html'>just 3 more days..&lt;br /&gt;electric field sucks big time..&lt;br /&gt;but so does everything actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-met steff&lt;br /&gt;-talked to weilie&lt;br /&gt;-went out to study&lt;br /&gt;-finished chem in 1 day&lt;br /&gt;-wasted 1 day playing puniverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must attempt to finish physics today!&lt;br /&gt;and econs over the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix~ how to do it neh? im sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6540933283288241207?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/6540933283288241207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=6540933283288241207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me a little bit heh =)&lt;br /&gt;i think its a great movie overall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugging my tigger toing now hahaha! =P&lt;br /&gt;my mum says it looks like me..and then she kept laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;and i received this vast collection of pictures put together&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking how am i going to hang it up hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although dinner wasnt so good, plus all the regrettables alongside it,&lt;br /&gt;i think i had a great day ystd! woooh ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mum! got a breadtalk strawberry cake for her&lt;br /&gt;and happy teachers day to all teachers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;must have been tough carrying so many things on the bus&lt;br /&gt;heh. &lt;33 u dd =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3656137046257224747?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-6290978150031925113</id><published>2007-08-30T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:47:46.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>1 more week to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent really done any maths or chem..&lt;br /&gt;and i left econs macro and 2 micro&lt;br /&gt;and about half of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn moody..wads happening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-good luck people-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6290978150031925113?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/6290978150031925113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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the day you moved away&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that I would feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw the stranger that was you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to our innocence&lt;br /&gt;And the somethin' that you said about being friends&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me say the words out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be&lt;br /&gt;That nothings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Cause time has got a way of taking back&lt;br /&gt;Everything you thought you had&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;The girl you used to be&lt;br /&gt;The one I lost when I let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever happened to&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up from this state of mind&lt;br /&gt;The situation is the same kind&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get your memory out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Would you catch me if I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;Would you even find the time for that at all&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me say the words out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be&lt;br /&gt;That nothings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Cause time has got a way of taking back&lt;br /&gt;Everything you thought you had&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;The girl you used to be&lt;br /&gt;The one I lost when I let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever happened to&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause time has taken back&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be&lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Cause time has got a way of taking back&lt;br /&gt;Everything you thought you had&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;The girl you used to be&lt;br /&gt;The one I lost when I let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever happened to&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever happened to&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8056334310035518245?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-678601536088278250</id><published>2007-08-18T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:49:16.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week more</title><content type='html'>i think i woke up at the right side of bed..&lt;br /&gt;only some people woke up at the wrong side of theirs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a lousy sat morn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-678601536088278250?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/678601536088278250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=678601536088278250' 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/&gt;im having this kind of giddiness where if affects your eyes in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;and it gives u a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fq told me he was hungry in the first period already..&lt;br /&gt;then jasmine during the 3rd and 4th period..&lt;br /&gt;thats when i felt really hungry too..&lt;br /&gt;but luckily physics was easy cause i know wads nuclear 2 about..&lt;br /&gt;one of the few tutorials i could catch up with..cause i nvr do work ahah. and nvr copy notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this book : why mean dont listen and women cant read maps.&lt;br /&gt;i love this type of books..i think a lot of obvervation and analysis is being put in..&lt;br /&gt;and the facts really open up our minds in a sense we become aware theres such people around us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to watch css just now.. i think todays episode is great! =P&lt;br /&gt;then also watched this mega monday movie called guardian..&lt;br /&gt;and although i dont really know wads the story about, i think the ending very sad.&lt;br /&gt;its those kind of purposefully made-to-be-sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;the guy kill himself to save a certain group of people..then his wife woke up from a coma at the same time.. wah lau i tell u i felt my heart shrunk lah.. i feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nvm.. lighten up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im flying off to europe a week after a lvls. and i really wish i can take everyone with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wish i had more time..to slack and slowly do my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also wish i will love u forever too. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-8643850419025395191?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/8643850419025395191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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legally change their name to Drunken Americans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Louis Anderson publicly converts to atheism when for the third day in a row his bag of Cheetos gets stuck on a vending machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The answer to the question 'is there life after death' will finally be answered when the corpse of Winston Churchill holds a press conference and says 'no'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sales of Izod shirts will decline dramatically, when it is revealed the alligator has a small child in it's mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will be revealed that carrots do not actually improve your eyesight, but they are still number one when it comes to scratching a deep, rectal itch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The French Riviera will be completely abandoned after its name is changed to The Geraldo Riviera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A woman will play and win a tournament for the PGA. When the PGA stands for Poontang Golfers Association."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The New York Knicks and N' Sync will sue each other, each claiming it was their idea to be five guys who suck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Conan O'Brien will beat out Jim Carrey for the lead role in The Mask part II. I'm sorry, did I say the The Mask part II? I meant Mask part II- the Rocky Dennis story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jim Carrey will commit his first murder of a fan after someone who just saw Bruce Almighty approaches Carrey and says 'Almighty then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Asian man was trying to exchange yen for dollars and asks the American bank teller, "Why it change? Yestoday I get two hunat dollar fo yen - today I get hunat eighty?&lt;br /&gt;The bank teller says, "Fluctuations."&lt;br /&gt;The Asian man says, "Fluc you white guys too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. So I ran over and said "Stop! Don't do it!" "Why shouldn't I?" he said. "Well, there's so much to live for!" "Like what?" "Well... are you religious?" He said yes. I said, "Me too! Are you Christian or Buddhist?"&lt;br /&gt;"Christian."&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Catholic or Protestant ?&lt;br /&gt;"Protestant."&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?"&lt;br /&gt;"Baptist"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;"Baptist Church of God!"&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you original Baptist Church of God, or are you reformed Baptist Church of God?"&lt;br /&gt;"Reformed Baptist Church of God!"&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915!" I said, "Die, heretic scum", and pushed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple is having an elegant dinner to celebrate their 75th wedding anniversary. The old man leans forward and says softly to his wife, "Dear, there is something that I must ask you. It has always bothered me that our 10th child never quite looked like the rest of our children. Now I want to assure you that these 75 years have been the most wonderful experience I could have ever hoped for, and your answer cannot take all that away. But, I must know: did he have a different father?"The wife drops her head, unable to look her husband in the eye. She pauses for a moment and then confesses, "Yes, yes he did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man is shaken; the reality of what his wife admitted hit him harder than he had expected. With a tear in his eye he asks, "Who? Who was he? Who was the father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the old woman drops her head, saying nothing at first as she tries to muster the courage to tell the truth to her husband. Then, finally, she says, "You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally..&lt;br /&gt;Actual Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gentlycompressed by a Thigh Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances likeunderpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at highschools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli and he wasroom-temperature Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes justbefore it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because ofhis wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerlysurcharge-free ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowlingball wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filledwith vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie,surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardycomes on at 7:00 p.m.instead of 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you frythem in hot grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across thegrassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having leftCleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who hadalso never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the EastRiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, onlyone that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, thisplan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eatingfor a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but areal duck that was actually lame...maybe from stepping on a land mine orsomething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender legbehind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around withpower tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as ifshe were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in anypH cleanser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-6719824809983267646?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/6719824809983267646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=6719824809983267646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6719824809983267646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/6719824809983267646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2007/07/jokes-to-liven-up.html' title='jokes to liven up'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-2527952486772825511</id><published>2007-07-07T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:21:46.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>ystd was a tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;went to sch then to nyp to attend my sis grad ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to go at first lah, cause i just didnt wanna go..just felt a little against it.&lt;br /&gt;and yah. turned out to be a rather bland day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno wad to do today..i suddenly feel as if i have nothing more to do..&lt;br /&gt;was so tired but forced myself up.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt bored even while gaming..&lt;br /&gt;but i cant explain why.&lt;br /&gt;so strange.......&lt;br /&gt;and i tried playing pokemon..and i gave up after 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even look forward to ct2 results despite being so very excited last week.&lt;br /&gt;but i know its not because i know i wont do well..&lt;br /&gt;someone take away the question marks surrounding my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb to do your top 3 achievements. and hopefully u all can enjoy your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;lovers to friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do all good things come to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-2527952486772825511?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-3308736421646866347</id><published>2007-07-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:35:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jun july sucks</title><content type='html'>got back physics. got a d.. actually if i knew if i would get d before the exam then i think i will feel alright lah, cause i thought i would get s..&lt;br /&gt;but after thinking a bit, and also considering wad aaron said too,&lt;br /&gt;ya, wth, i shld have scored better.&lt;br /&gt;shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;no confidence in everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play lan. charles is good =/&lt;br /&gt;and i had a hard time finding a good sens to use.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, it was alright. cause its a rare occasion, i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think days are particularly bitter these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;cause i just dunno wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;so many wants, yet plenty of choices, cant seem to fulfill them all&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i hate making decisions where i have to choose between 50-50 satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;and more choices coming up, dunno what to do.......&lt;br /&gt;nah, u wont see "let god guide me"&lt;br /&gt;cause i think god is but something we choose to let into our heads so out heart can be at ease when theres is difficulty at hand. i think its just mere coincidence some things happen, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like vaporising myself and also to make everyone forget me, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can get out of this horrid place. wonder how some people pull through lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit man. i just felt a hole rght in the centre of me. sucking everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably i didnt agree with limei cause i just didnt want to...&lt;br /&gt;a lot of truth dont sound nice. and they wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does it take to be a superhero in our very own lives?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3308736421646866347?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/3308736421646866347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=3308736421646866347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/3308736421646866347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/3308736421646866347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2007/07/jun-july-sucks.html' title='jun july sucks'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-5519166471659718246</id><published>2007-06-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:43:17.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck</title><content type='html'>i know its not very nice to say very upset things,&lt;br /&gt;but i think blogger is my favourite place to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;because when your greatest hope has given up,&lt;br /&gt;theres certainly nothing you can do to pull yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;annd probably no one else to go to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may sound crazy, but i think im moving closer to understanding sucidal people.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel very upset for them because they are really at the edge&lt;br /&gt;and having nothing to cling on to.&lt;br /&gt;and if u dont feel that happening in your life, congrats.&lt;br /&gt;but if u ever become one of those people,&lt;br /&gt;u wont see the light even if u read this a million times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fucking pissed, so fucking disappointed, and so fucking upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's is not a bitch until u die,&lt;br /&gt;lifes still a bitch even after death&lt;br /&gt;seems that lifeform really has nothing good to look forward to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-5519166471659718246?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/5519166471659718246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-7906219088943428677</id><published>2007-06-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:13:34.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what if its after mid years</title><content type='html'>ya mid years are over. but so what.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to bring my spirits up to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so unloved, if theres such a word&lt;br /&gt;why cant anybody understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone just shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-7906219088943428677?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/7906219088943428677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=7906219088943428677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/7906219088943428677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/7906219088943428677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-what-if-its-after-mid-years.html' title='so what if its after mid years'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-3051189606041941239</id><published>2007-06-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:00:27.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix</title><content type='html'>and now i wonder, what was it all for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we always dont cherish what we have.&lt;br /&gt;and we all know that very well.&lt;br /&gt;but do i really have to fall to make you turn.&lt;br /&gt;if so, let it be a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;because it crushes me inside,&lt;br /&gt;all of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3051189606041941239?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-9073690441228536955</id><published>2007-06-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:34:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 little pigs story for dd</title><content type='html'>a story for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, there lived 3 little pigs...&lt;br /&gt;their names are: da zhu, er zhu and san zhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no lah.&lt;br /&gt;today i watched one of my fav cartoons&lt;br /&gt;not spongebob!&lt;br /&gt;but totally spies undercovers!!&lt;br /&gt;wooh. and i saw the title. it says part 1.&lt;br /&gt;means tmr is the continuation&lt;br /&gt;and i have GP remedial.&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;means i cant watch. i really wanna watch lahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;fffffffffff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally got a reply from the game support guy.&lt;br /&gt;he told me to enable cookies and disable firewall.&lt;br /&gt;which i did..but i still cant play.&lt;br /&gt;SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play....&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. studied econs today.&lt;br /&gt;NIA, ec growth and money&lt;br /&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya. i feel like i studied very little.&lt;br /&gt;cause i think i study but dunno how to apply everything.&lt;br /&gt;esp physics.&lt;br /&gt;i think its gonna be very very tough.&lt;br /&gt;and im going to get s.&lt;br /&gt;s for sigh&lt;br /&gt;s for sian&lt;br /&gt;s for suck&lt;br /&gt;s for stupid&lt;br /&gt;s for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s for steff! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;played cs too today.&lt;br /&gt;all the juicy knife frags.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY CANT WAIT TO PLAY CS WITH WK!&lt;br /&gt;HE THRASHES 20 INSANE BOTS&lt;br /&gt;AND OWNS HIS COUSIN 500 FRAGS TO 100!&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i ate one tube of pringles sour cream n onion today =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-9073690441228536955?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/feeds/9073690441228536955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9190145011449618831&amp;postID=9073690441228536955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/9073690441228536955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9190145011449618831/posts/default/9073690441228536955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsupper.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-little-pigs-story-for-dd.html' title='3 little pigs story for dd'/><author><name>little.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05117396513093993294</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-9190145011449618831.post-3440401669339753279</id><published>2007-06-18T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:49:51.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>nothing would have made me more sad&lt;br /&gt;nothing &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-3440401669339753279?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-5238179457297058918</id><published>2007-06-17T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:01:07.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fathers day</title><content type='html'>how many of u know that its fathers day before today?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;how come more people are aware of mothers day than fathers day.&lt;br /&gt;cause mothers the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad wanted to eat with us ystd. but too bad my sis is sick.&lt;br /&gt;so i wished him happy fathers day&lt;br /&gt;and told him we'll go and eat next week or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit my ah mah today. to get some dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate the conversations bw her n my mum.&lt;br /&gt;its damn intense.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. wish her happier days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. thinking thinking...and i forgot wad i want to say!&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway. this morning i couldnt wake&lt;br /&gt;i saw 9.30 then i snugged myself nicely under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing i saw was 11.04&lt;br /&gt;and my aircon was off.&lt;br /&gt;i must have been really tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so weak and hot.&lt;br /&gt;and the wind that blew in was so chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel damn cold now.&lt;br /&gt;and a little dumb.&lt;br /&gt;cause i realise i dunno a lot a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;just hope i dun fall sick yA =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. its really damn hard to be a wonder dad. learn to understand your pops people.&lt;br /&gt;and totally random : this is not a response to your marriage thoughts, steff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9190145011449618831-5238179457297058918?l=sweetsupper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9190145011449618831.post-3480074285313667667</id><published>2007-06-17T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:43:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mug?</title><content type='html'>haix i really got no damn mood to mug.&lt;br /&gt;throughout my years as a student, i was never like this.&lt;br /&gt;yah its an important yeah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;i havent heard "this year is not so important"&lt;br /&gt;every freaking year is important.&lt;br /&gt;and yet..i hear "the past years are not important. this year is really crucial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK. and especially pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 1 week to cover 3 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;but fucking dont save me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.i.b.e.i s.i.a.n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i cant feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;its like, i lost my powers.&lt;div 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