<?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-8823261597454397216</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:10:46.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i, such awkward bedfellows</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823261597454397216.post-5733172566914366235</id><published>2009-06-04T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:08:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moving to lj. friendslocked. haha yeah I know I'm always moving :P I just want to be free to write whatever I want whenever I want to write it. and that means not everyone can see what I have to say all the time, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-5733172566914366235?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5733172566914366235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-to-lj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5733172566914366235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5733172566914366235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-to-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-835680505231024719</id><published>2009-05-31T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:00:54.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to sleep well this past week. really bogged down by my own thoughts. insecurity, you might say. insecurit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this, I actually wrote this, at about 1 in the morning yesterday, after 1 fruitless hour of trying in vain to just to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's as though my flesh has become intangible, liquidated. I am weak. The voice in the back of my head rings, screaming like a bigot. Its message is loud and clear. What was I thinking? How could I have ever let myself hang on for so long? You will never understand why it hurts. Someone has reached right through my skin, I feel that icy vicelike grip on my heart, the hand that's slowly, bit by bit, pulling my heart out from my chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop being an emo shit, dammit. I'm supposed to thinking about nothing except studies at this point in time. I should talk about this to someone. I need honesty, more than ever, now. honesty in its most brutal form. I've got to know... ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-835680505231024719?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/835680505231024719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-been-able-to-sleep-well-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/835680505231024719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/835680505231024719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-been-able-to-sleep-well-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3893841706295323410</id><published>2009-05-25T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:17:24.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>65</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For goodness, growing to a plurisy,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="118" href="javascript:poptastic('HamletNotes47.html#118');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dies in his own too much.&lt;/span&gt;" - Claudius (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every day that passes by, I wonder what I've done, I wonder if my friends ever think of what life will be like after the all-important As. I really didn't think I could ever even miss being in a school that for all its mindblowingly, ridiculously stellar track records, was a bloody hellhole for me in secondary school. I came into rjc with the notion that life would pretty much get even worse because on top of the shit that I'd have to go through again in jc, there'd be the added stress of As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a life nothing like the one that I'd expected :) the people I found are truly worth going to school for, and even though I still wonder what life would have been like if I'd chosen to go to a polytechnic like I'd wanted to, I'm thankful to be blessed with the privilege of knowing such awesome people and calling them my friends. I'm proud to call you guys my friends.... I really do suck at saying it in person and showing it in real life, but you guys know that I love you, every single one of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life isn't so horrible that the only only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;reason I go to school is my friends, but friends make up 90% of the reason why school is bearable right now. it'd honestly be that much harder if I had to go to school with the same people, and had to be faced with three times the workload and fifteen times the pressure. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I graduate, I know I'm going to miss every single one of you. the trips to the tuition center at bishan every single monday afternoon, the constant toilet rendezvous, the oh-so-exciting gp lessons, the canteen lunches, the library-mugging-cum-movie-watching sessions, the wtf?! pe lessons, the atmosphere of mugging in a75 that is so thick that I could penetrate it with... a stake (?!) every break, the constant lecture-ponning escapades, the lying on the ri astroturf staring up at the inkblack carpet that is the sky, the mugging-sessions-turned-confiding-sessions... aiya. I'm going to miss being in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blogging less now, for obvious reasons. I try to think about how thinking things over in seahist and assessing arguments in gp and pondering life's mysteries in lit is actually something I find intellectual pleasure in. I suppose that's the only way for me not to completely reject this whole mugging frenzy thing, I hate having to be judged by a piece of paper listing my achievements because I'm so much fucking more than that. but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging is necessary. that's the sad reality. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice I missed out econs and math. I don't find any intellectual pleasure AT ALL, AT ALLLL, I assure you, in these two subjects. aw. what a friggin pity.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3893841706295323410?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3893841706295323410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3893841706295323410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3893841706295323410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/65.html' title='65'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-5582112963369320236</id><published>2009-05-19T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:10:27.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>64 ...</title><content type='html'>a lot of shit has happened the past few weeks. I should be mugging right now, there's a lecture test tomorrow, and I haven't done econs question 2 either. but I don't really care, I wanna do this. I can always sleep late, no one can stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really talk about it to other people, which is probably for the better. I've been thinking alot recently, about recent developments. haha. and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to be a better person. honestly. I think I'm very very emotional right now, and I think you probably know that too. it's either a consequence of or a cause of my being very immature, as far as the way I think is concerned. I've always known that I need to grow up, but I've not realized just how childish I am in the way I go about my life until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, I'm idealistic to the point of excessive optimism sometimes. 99.9% of the time, I think of the best-case scenario and I never prepare at all for the worst-case scenario. which simply won't do. things are bound to screw up more often than they work out, so I should be more realistic. which is clearly a trait that I haven't developed. and that I really need to work towards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that I tend to think that things will work out on their own even if I put in minimal effort. I'm not talking about work, of course, but other things. like relationships. both platonic and bgr... which is again, a naive thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so CHANGE HAS COME TO SANTRIANI. hahaha. I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;to grow up man. I'm disgusted with myself for officially turning 18 this december, but only turning 15 in terms of mentality. I've got to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the next time I get into a relationship, I will make sure that I never get into one out of an overriding need for either security or emotional support. I've really got to make sure that I don't get stuck in a rut because I was looking for nothing else other than assurance that I'm desirable to some extent by the opposite sex, or because I wanted nothing else from companionship with the opposite sex than someone to make sure I don't end up feeling pathetic all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get into relationships for so many reasons, and I guess the length of time that the relationship goes on, depends on why you got into the relationship in the first place, among other things. it's the most important thing, isn't it. if you've got the right reason, the relationship's stronger and it's more resilient both in the long-term and in the face of other obstacles. namely um NS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it makes sense that I've not been in a relationship for so long now. because I had the wrong reason all the time, and I wasn't even looking in the right places. neither was I looking for the right people. wrong place, wrong time, wrong motivation. haha this post is starting to sound more and more like an ihist outline. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="L0S5pSWz" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('L0S5pSWz')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. insensitivity and inconsideration (?) are not indications of an independent mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. didn't think I'd end up saying this, but I don't want to get into any relationship this year. for one, it's my alevel year. I need to devote my june hols to studying, and not going out to chase after guys. believe me it's either/or for me. I can't really do either in moderation. momentum, I guess. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... my 'emotional well' is running dry right now. you should know why, if you're close enough to me. I'm not so full of love as to want to devote myself to another guy when I've been doing so for a while now and have only recently seen the error of my ways. to put it really nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GOT MY MP4 PLAYERR BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay now I've got to be overjoyed about my mp4 player haha. :) cya guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-5582112963369320236?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5582112963369320236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/64.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5582112963369320236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5582112963369320236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/64.html' title='64 ...'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-5159901617723807057</id><published>2009-05-18T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:33:38.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63 unsettled.</title><content type='html'>Lady Power says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened today, and made me wonder what the hell is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I can't see what anyone could see in me. as in anyone being any guy.&lt;br /&gt;abit trivial... but yeah. told you I think about stuff like this alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazi. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well u guitar heroine wad! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-5159901617723807057?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5159901617723807057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/63-unsettled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5159901617723807057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5159901617723807057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/63-unsettled.html' title='63 unsettled.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7587035221519547121</id><published>2009-05-16T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:54:33.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>62 psyche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="N4CnXzSr" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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I'm one paragraph away from finishing up my lit essay and I have a sudden craving for cough medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see I told you I'm going mad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when you guys become lawyers and doctors and whatever, remember to visit me in rehab... I'll have to be treated for addiction to drugs. namely cough medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I'll be in woodbridge by then. I know I belong there. it's my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. on a more serious note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks you guys, for comforting me and listening to me rant. in person, over the phone, on msn, whatever... I love you guys, thank you so muchhhh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS ALL AROUND :D MY FRIENDS ROCK YO! ^^ LOVE YOU GUYS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7896248328729023141?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7896248328729023141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/61-its-five-minutes-to-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7896248328729023141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7896248328729023141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/61-its-five-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='61 it&apos;s five minutes to midnight!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-1922039844455756176</id><published>2009-05-11T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:35:17.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope you burn in hell, you fucking cunt. I'm not bothering to censor this post because I want the whole world to know how fucking much I fucking hate you. my face is hot and I can't see properly because my glasses are smeared with tears, I can hear your voice and I can't believe I even wanted to protect you. why should I have done anything for somebody who doesn't appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're happy now that you've broken me aren't you? huh you fucking asshole. I don't give a damn what you say, I'm still gonna go ahead and do it. don't think you can scare me away just because you said no, I'm gonna do what I want because I'm 18 and I fucking can, and you can't stop me no matter what you fucking say. fuckhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can never get it past your fucking skull that I've changed in so many ways just for you. I'm a better sister now, I'm a better student, I clean up after myself and I try to be the person that you want me to be. but you never say anything about it you moron. am I nothing to you? does everything I do not matter to you? you told me to change, and I did, against my own will even, because I wanted to get you to see that I could rise to the occassion, but NOTHING EVER WORKS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts you know. why is nothing I do ever good enough. when I change and when I try to tell you I have changed, to make you see that I can be that person you want me to be, at least little by little if not overnight, you say it's a given. that I have to act that way, or god knows what you'll do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with you? I'm not a bad person. I don't have to make myself feel worthless and insufficient all the time simply because you think I'm that way. I am what I am, if you didn't like it I could have changed it for you, but now it all seems like nailing jelly to the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-1922039844455756176?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1922039844455756176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-you-burn-in-hell-you-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1922039844455756176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1922039844455756176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-you-burn-in-hell-you-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6954499460874647212</id><published>2009-05-10T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:43:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 blunt but pointless.</title><content type='html'>if someone could sing never meant to hurt you by wire daisies to me, it'd make my life complete. :) just hearing it live would be really cool. it's such a pretty song. really good. wire daisies are underrated... but I suppose that's part of their appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just got back. today was quite good, actually. quite fun. I went to madrasah in the morning, came back and did hamlet for most of the afternoon, then went out in the evening to catch farhanah's busking thing at orchard. I should say though that we didn't catch her perform ): cos we janji melayu, came late. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around orchard for a bit, with rashidi and farhanah. to kino, then to wheelock where we were supposed to catch another busking thing. but they wrapped up already by the time we got there. sat around at starbucks with the two of them.. then farhanah went home and me and rashidi just walked around far east for a while, talking about stuff. quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went to meet my parents at city hall. where we proceeded to have dinner at clarke quay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually narrate my life story like this, but today was enjoyable. though a bit pointless, but enjoyable nonetheless. it's okay, I live for pointless things anyway... :) hahaha. I just want to remember what the day was like. nice ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faced with a dilemma now... which bag should I buy.. though money is less of an issue now that the price went down. and as for approval from my mum... buy first, get approval later. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go out with my friends more on weekends... my cousin asked to go out with me every sunday. but then sundays are family time. for my family at least. ohwell. hopefully they'll be more lax with me since after all I am 18 this year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah this post has been so boring. but it isn't like my normal posts are so refreshing anyways. haha. aight c ya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6954499460874647212?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6954499460874647212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-blunt-but-pointless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6954499460874647212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6954499460874647212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-blunt-but-pointless.html' title='60 blunt but pointless.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2703487055868211099</id><published>2009-05-10T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:19:59.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>59 that's what she said.</title><content type='html'>eh I have nothing to blog about sia. going out later. still haven't done much work. the only thing I've done is read my globalisation infopack. which isn't really even work in the first place. I'm too horrified to look at my homework list. which is conveniently buried under all the rubbish in my bag, which is conveniently stuffed under the chair next to my cpu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, drama was awesome. :) made new friends, lasting friendships? I don't know. I thought it would really suck, honestly but it was awesome! it started out being horrible and then it became really good overnight. haha. literally...sort of. of course, not without real-life drama behind the scenes. lol. but it was good la. :) I think everyone had loads of fun. and I wish mcs had more events like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though technically I should be wishing for the exact opposite, since this is my alevel year. but heh. I like mcs. what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda been thinking about how fast things are gonna go. well, how fast they've gone, are going, gonna go... whatever.. then I realize one year isn't quite enough to (all at once) get all the mugging done, spend enough time with all the friends, every single one of them, show people how much you love them, in my case, maybe a person. cram in last-minute cip hours, stack up all the outside-school extra-curricular stuff I wanted to do..... all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I can't say I gave every one of those things I listed a shot, but I can say I did give most of them a shot. with varying degrees of intensity... but no matter how everything turns out, j2 is going to be one of the most memorable experiences of my life. I wish I could just freeze these memories and be able to play them again in my head like a camcorder, but more than that I also wish I could to some extent stay this age forever, and that all my friends would stay the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this year whether we like it or not we're gonna drift apart. the guys are going off to NS. the girls won't be going anywhere, but not being able to see one another every day anymore would surely take a toll on our friendships. and we're not all going to the same school next year, it isn't like how it was from sec4 to j1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that to happen. though it's almost a certainty. it's one thing to say to one another "I'm not gonna go off and do my own thing!" but it's another thing to stick to it. I don't wanna lose any of you guys. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2703487055868211099?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2703487055868211099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/59-thats-what-she-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2703487055868211099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2703487055868211099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/59-thats-what-she-said.html' title='59 that&apos;s what she said.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6883802682459664613</id><published>2009-05-06T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:57:21.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre face="georgia"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V--TmUHzKi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V--TmUHzKi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Should I dare to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Would it silence you&lt;br /&gt;Like a photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one told you&lt;br /&gt;How I came to love you&lt;br /&gt;How I came to feel&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, something good has come of this&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're willing&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to leave you&lt;br /&gt;So nobody could hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And if your conscience could clear mine&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I, I, I, I, I) never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you left me there&lt;br /&gt;No one said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;No one said u cared&lt;br /&gt;No one ever did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're willing&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to leave you&lt;br /&gt;So nobody could hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And if your conscience could clear mine&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never meant to hurt you- wire daisies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video's crap, I know, but ): such a sad song. love it. it's so haunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6883802682459664613?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6883802682459664613/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-8823261597454397216.post-2675239116315202867</id><published>2009-05-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:32:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he really makes me feel like a fucking piece of shit sometimes. I asked him a question about econs and I told him I don't understand and he can't go more than 2 minutes without getting pissed off that I still don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you I'm not worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2675239116315202867?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2675239116315202867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-really-makes-me-feel-like-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2675239116315202867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2675239116315202867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-really-makes-me-feel-like-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7402660624155818347</id><published>2009-05-03T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:45:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>58 uh-oh.</title><content type='html'>one thing I've definitely learned about myself this year is that I'm fantastic at forging new relationships and making new friends and stuff like that, and I guess it's apparent. but I really suck at maintaining friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember birthdays for nuts, because i don't even try to remember them, I just depend on friendster alerts to tell me whose birthday is when, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember a lot about what's happening in my friend's life, unless it's really something unforgettable, like a cancer-stricken family member or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't, in fact I have never, thought of doing something sweet for my friends just because I want to be sweet to them and I want to make them smile and make their day, or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never actually gotten a friend a real birthday present before, unless you count the joint birthday gifts... but I've never given anyone a gift with a note that says "from ani, happy birthday :)" I kinda think it's a waste of money. I know it's just nice to get somebody a birthday present, but I don't really want to attach the idea of exchanging gifts to any friendship.. the upside is that I don't expect to be given gifts either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very helpful friend either, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, especially, I tend to think less about spending time with my friends and I do a lot more of the things I want to do, on my own. when I got problems, I just shut up and think about it myself, I don't go to my friends anymore. and conversely, when people have problems I don't think I'm a good person to go to ask for advice. I'm a good listener, but I don't know how to comfort my friends most of the time. like a friggin piece of wood, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh maybe all these things are just what girls normally do, as in girls who are really good friends. but it's kinda sad that I don't do these things. no surprise that I feel the way I do sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7402660624155818347?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7402660624155818347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/58-uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7402660624155818347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7402660624155818347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/58-uh-oh.html' title='58 uh-oh.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2358475497483861009</id><published>2009-05-01T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:52:02.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57 insert title :)</title><content type='html'>I'm such a bum. -.- was out all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least I got my seahist plan done... I hope it's good! well better than my ct paper was, at least... although that's not gonna be hard to do :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was literally rockinggg. hahaha went to watch ultrasound to support chermaine's band. it was alright from the start, and then when chermaine's band came out me vanessa kris polly quynh anh and victor went to "mosh". I don't really know how to use this term, shoot me down if you want to :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was cool up until erm the heavy metal bands came out. like geez. I don't even like heavy metal. I mean no offence... but it's just not my thing. the crowd just went wild. and we were at the very front of the mosh pit... so when the people at the back started pushing each other for fun I banged my hipbone into the front of the stage. ouch. it's blueblack now, I swear. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went outside and started bothering random guys who passed by (even chermaine's bandmate who was really looking like he wanted to pee damn badly. he actually stopped and took a picture for us! chermaine is a baddddd bandmate... hahahah :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't stay all the way though, fortunately, I was beginning to think that the song that was being played wasn't English at all, and that it was in fact Gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so yea... got back home damn late. around midnight. and I didn't get scolded, surprisingly enough. see I don't get it, though. I stayed back late last year for drama rehearsals for mcs and my dad gave me such a severe dressing down my ears could've started bleeding right there and then... and now I stay back late and it's for someone else's performance, and then I don't get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;add up, don't you think? I just don't get the logic. ehk, whatever, as long as I get to do more than I could last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="WDtEBGj2" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('WDtEBGj2')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2358475497483861009?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2358475497483861009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/57-insert-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2358475497483861009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2358475497483861009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/05/57-insert-title.html' title='57 insert title :)'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6087509505446949347</id><published>2009-04-29T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:18:57.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57 masquerade</title><content type='html'>I'm amused tonight, because my Mr Guilty Pleasure recognized me from really far away and he smiled and waved. awfully nice of him. it didn't exactly make my day, but it still made me feel so gratified. albeit momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I know how that sounds, but you know I've barely spoken more than three sentences to him in my entire life. YOU would be momentarily gratified too if you totally dug some guy, but have never actually had a proper conversation with him, and then he knows your face already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh damn, I wish I had a better way to cheer myself up. this getting over ___ just takes the fight right out of me. why can't it be easier, a hundred times easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD2_s-eGfZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD2_s-eGfZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6087509505446949347?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6087509505446949347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/57-masquerade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6087509505446949347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6087509505446949347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/57-masquerade.html' title='57 masquerade'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6633495016368924240</id><published>2009-04-27T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:20:33.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56 ):</title><content type='html'>I'm jealous. I swear to god, I'm sooo jealous of herrr. ): I would give anything to be the one in his eyes. she's fresh to death and every little thing he does when he's around her, breaks a little piece of my heart off every time. ): ): ): ): i know it sounds like my heart's an oreo cookie that you break pieces off of and dip in milk or something, but it really feels that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet someone new, but I wish I never had to see him again. it really hurts damn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMXwA5P2HOw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMXwA5P2HOw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6633495016368924240?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6633495016368924240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6633495016368924240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6633495016368924240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-jealous.html' title='56 ):'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7926426307899195070</id><published>2009-04-26T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:57:27.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55 Cats!</title><content type='html'>hello! well I just watched Cats, the musical, at esplanade. caught the matinee show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, it was very impressive, I mean theatrics-wise it was really very spectacular, how they coordinated all the lights and sounds and the choreography and all that. seriously, the theatrical aspect was I think really good. better than phantom of the opera and hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the songs weren't really to my liking but they were very very very well-performed, I mean these people can really sing man! they sound like opera singers, every one of them... and the precision with which everything was executed was quite amazing as well. if you're a theatre buff, you'd probably love to catch Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally wasn't very excited about it after I saw it though, heh. well obviously I'm not a theatre buff, and also, I didn't get the storyline. I dunno, I just didn't quite catch the lyrics, which is the most essential part, considering how it's a musical, and all. I came home and I really googled "cats synopsis" hahaha and THEN I got how every scene fit in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think it was a waste of money, though. I mean everything else other than the plot was fantastic! it's supposed to be a parody of society, I think. wouldn't make much sense if it wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out, it's my fave Cat. I call him the Hard Gay Cat. he's got pelvis action that could rival the real deal, after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNCbharr18U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNCbharr18U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:25 - 4:00 &lt;3 his character's the Rum Tum Tugger, he got the loudest cheers from the audience just now when they were doing that thingy that they do after musicals.. and plays? where everybody comes out individuallyand bows and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, got to watch the cat Grizabella perform Memory. which is still the only song that i like out of the whole musical... hahaha. it was quite touching towards the end, especially when she finally got accepted back into society. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. still, phantom of the opera is definitely way better.... even though it can't quite match up in terms of theatrics.. but it's sweeter, and way more touching, and... it's more romantic. hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for hairspray.... it's a no-brainer. hairspray comes in last. lol. despite the fact that it was the only time in my entire life that I've seen two guys french each other right there and then onstage. (cos we got to watch it in UK on the lit trip, it was quite a night to remember :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay that was my third musical to date! :) now for Les Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only other musical that I've wanted to watch other than this is the one about the Sesame Street Muppets gone wrong. but then i think that would have been a waste of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. cya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7926426307899195070?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7926426307899195070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/55-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7926426307899195070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7926426307899195070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/55-cats.html' title='55 Cats!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8098528484288609666</id><published>2009-04-23T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:53:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55 gapai semua jemariku</title><content type='html'>rangkul aku dalam bahagiamu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum sent me this link. you gotta watch it, it's damn silly. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoTUNfjFCcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoTUNfjFCcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway I just had the most disconcerting experience EVER. :x seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know there's this person in school who is aptly nicknamed The RJ Pontianak? (well ask around if you don't, I'm sure someone knows. and if you're not from RJ, well hehe she's not a School Ghost, though she definitely does look the part...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw two ahlians today like that, ONLY WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's have a scale. from 1 to 10. 1 being least makeup (or none). and 10 being most. people like me (and most of my friends, I think..) who almost never wear makeup... are at 1. RJ pontianak is way above us at um maybe 9... but the ahlians I'm talking about were at like um 59?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTY NINEEEE. I'M NOT KIDDING, I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH MAKEUP ON ONE PERSON BEFORE. FOR THAT MATTER, I HAVE NEVER SEEN TWO PEOPLE WITH SO MUCH MAKEUP ON THEIR FACES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get on the train, and then I caught a whiff of something nasty. not nasty like Boys' Socks Nasty. nasty like Oh God You Call That Perfume?? kind of nasty. -.- and I saw a flash of white beside me when I turned my head a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and it turned out to be these two ahlians. I SWEAR I WAS DAMN HORRIFIED when I first saw them. really. they had SO MUCH MAKEUP ON, it looked like they were Deformed. and it was so hot, obviously they'd sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was so MUCH EYELINER, and blusher, and mascara, and foundation, and powder, and GOD KNOWS WHAT OTHER TOXIC SUBSTANCES THEY CONSIDER MAKEUP, and it was ALLLLLLLLL MELTING. FREAKING MELTING. I swear, their faces were so damn shiny! and it wasn't JUST because of sweat, the makeup was realllllllly starting to melt, like you know how goo looks like when it splats against the wall and starts to slide down it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it wasn't that bad, but I could just imagine the makeup doing thatttttttt. and their PERFUME! I HAD TO SIT BESIDE THOSE TWO BOBOHEADS FOR SIX DAMN STATIONS. SIX DAMN STATIONS WORTH OF SMELLING THAT HORRIBLE THING THAT THEY CALL PERFUME, and I couldn't just get up! or wrinkle my nose, because obviously that's damn rude, since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I WANT A GODDAMN SEAT, getting a seat on a crowded train is like HAH I HAVE A SEAT, YOU DON'T. I wasn't gonna get up!&lt;br /&gt;2. I was gunning for another seat ACROSS from those.....dildos. and a chij girl STOLE IT. AHHHHHHHH I have never disliked those people more. (I don't think I have ij friends... i think. hur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to crane my neck to pretend like I was so interested in observing the bloody scenery zooming past outside the train. wtf. just to avoid smelling the horrible Eau De Toilet (oh, did I misspell, oh ooops...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I got off the train and I'm like "YEAHH I'M FREE BABY FREEEEEE." so I walked as fast as I could to the traffic light junction. and then I stood there breathing the fresh slightly polluted air, and then THAT SAME HORRIBLE STENCH came up my nostrils again. SHIT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned right round and glared at them, and I walked off right to the front of the people waiting for the Green Man to be turned on. (hoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW seriously... I mean I know this is coming from a girl who never wears makeup, and so cannot possibly comprehend the wonders of Making Yourself Up, but MAN. DO THESE PEOPLE NOT KNOW THE LIMITS?! WHAT IS SO FREAKING PRETTY ABOUT LOOKING LIKE A FREAKING..... GEISHA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. please enlighten me. at this point I am proud to proclaim that the only time that I ever wear blusher is Hari Raya. and Prom, in sec4, haha. and that I think bothering to slather foundation and powder and whatever on your face is really too much of a hassle for a not-so-special occassion. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never has my opinion been more strongly reinforced before today's events. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8098528484288609666?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8098528484288609666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/55-gapai-semua-jemariku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8098528484288609666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8098528484288609666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/55-gapai-semua-jemariku.html' title='55 gapai semua jemariku'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-957419380068570225</id><published>2009-04-21T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:27:06.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you can understand the me,</title><content type='html'>then i can understand the you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, I reread the post and I don't even know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is a phrase that I seem to be using a lot these days: "I don't know what I'm talking about." and then as an added bonus, "..do you?" (to which the usual reply is a very relieved "no, I don't know either...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-957419380068570225?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/957419380068570225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-can-understand-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/957419380068570225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/957419380068570225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-can-understand-me.html' title='if you can understand the me,'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3491186337322892571</id><published>2009-04-21T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:03:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54 who gives a damn?</title><content type='html'>just got berated at because of the state of my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not need this right now. don't you think I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;how much my grades suck, fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i don't really talk out a lot of stuff with my friends this year, not when I'm pissed or just plain bothered about something. last year it used to be the case that every time I got worked up about something I'd jump at the chance to talk to somebody about it. now I just dump everything in one corner and immunize myself to being affected in any way, and I move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really sure why this is the case.. it's worked well in some aspects, cos there are some things I really musn't tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just anyone&lt;/span&gt;... like there are some things I only tell my cousins without telling my friends, there are some things i only tell my friends without telling my cousins... and then there's some things I don't even tell anyone at all. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I've always been the kind of person who runs to a friend and spills all the moment I get the chance to. it's just this year that's different. actually, it isn't that I can't explain why I've changed that way... last year I told some people some stuff only to hear them tell me exactly what they think about me because of that.. I don't need that shit. :x but that's not the main reason, I get over that kind of crap relatively faster than some other people i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been doing this for the sake of someone else, without even realizing that I'm doing it because of that someone... for his/her sake and mine, I pray it works out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I kind of enjoy it. it's just a very peaceful feeling when I lie there in bed staring at the ceiling thinking things over so I don't go crazy with all the things going through my brain every day... just that place nobody can get in. it's me myself and I and nobody's gonna knock on the door and come in, because it's too late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post doesn't make much sense, I didn't even think about it that much before writing. verbal diarrhoea? hahhaha.. well. gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3491186337322892571?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3491186337322892571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/54-who-gives-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3491186337322892571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3491186337322892571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/54-who-gives-damn.html' title='54 who gives a damn?'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6402407896332386367</id><published>2009-04-20T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:30:35.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53 saving jane :)</title><content type='html'>tripping up on my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;it's all over my face, and I'm racing&lt;br /&gt;got to get away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I try to put it in bed, but it chases&lt;br /&gt;every little thing I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the light falls on your face,&lt;br /&gt;don't let it change on you&lt;br /&gt;when the stars get in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;don't let it blind you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're beautiful, just the way you are :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so goddamn sweet. I remember when I was really emoing over somebody a few years back, it was this exact song that kept going in my mind, like it was playing on loop even without me plugging my earpieces in my ear... bittersweet memories. this song is maybe one of the best songs ever written.. for me at least :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6402407896332386367?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6402407896332386367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/53-saving-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6402407896332386367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6402407896332386367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/53-saving-jane.html' title='53 saving jane :)'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3756176973314387226</id><published>2009-04-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:53:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="0dtVmksd" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('0dtVmksd')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3756176973314387226?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3756176973314387226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3756176973314387226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3756176973314387226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/52.html' title='52'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-692768728267735518</id><published>2009-04-17T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:17:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51 tell me what you did to me,</title><content type='html'>I'm crashing to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, sometimes I wanna take some people by the shoulders, look into their eyes and scream some sense into them, until I get past that incredibly thick, impenetrable skull of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. I'm just too nice. apparently my friends will attest to my inability to be mean even when I want to. should I be glad? I don't know, it ticks me off somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. if I seem irritable, it's just because I am. I've not had a single good night's sleep this week, and it isn't purely because of work, although I might add, that does significantly figure as one of the reasons for my sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just lie in bed thinking. because that's the only peace I have the whole day, when there's no one there but me, and my thoughts just go into overdrive. it's irritating, although I do like thinking about things. reflecting. you could say it's a pastime. haha. see when I think about things, I really think damn hard about them and 90% of the time I get really affected by the conclusions I come to. it makes me restless and it's hard to sleep when you're restless. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing I learnt from the way things have turned out since last year though, it's that I would rather keep all these thoughts to myself than go to a friend and have verbal diarrhoea about the things I think about... they're not dumping grounds for disturbing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="RJMCCmr6" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('RJMCCmr6')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that yellow paper that kwok had us write on in class, the one where everybody writes down your positive traits. "deep thinker". I really don't remember how I became one of those people who thought so much about things, I wasn't like this in secondary school at all. I love it, though, despite the pitfalls.. it's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaaa I know how lame that sounds, but really I wouldn't be me if I stopped doing so much thinking about Life. hahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-692768728267735518?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/692768728267735518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/51-tell-me-what-you-did-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/692768728267735518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/692768728267735518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/51-tell-me-what-you-did-to-me.html' title='51 tell me what you did to me,'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-9039929724614611622</id><published>2009-04-15T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:56:22.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have to stop this stupid habit of mine, becoming a googly-eyed mess around certain people. okay, around two guys. -.- it would sure save me a hell lot of embarrassment. half the time I don't even know what I'm talking about when I'm in this state, and I mean I really just blurt whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's not good, because my thoughts never, never ever, come coherently, even in normal situations... except when I'm dead serious about something, like doing work, or just reflecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-9039929724614611622?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/9039929724614611622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-have-to-stop-this-stupid-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/9039929724614611622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/9039929724614611622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-have-to-stop-this-stupid-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-572369868043027037</id><published>2009-04-14T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:00:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 get back on those feet!</title><content type='html'>today was so full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is gonna be full of shit too. I have tuition, like now, basically until 10pm. which means I'm going to die. because I haven't done lit, no sirree not at all, and I'm still quite lost about the stupid poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was set to cry already in the morning today, and I wasn't even paying attention to a single word that the lecturer was saying. I really didn't hear a single word. I was beginning to tear. but then it would have been humiliating to cry in the middle of nowhere, so I ducked away to the toilet and basically shut everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which really isn't very good. I can't think straight now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks you guys. everyone who tried to cheer me up, it really means alot! though it didn't do much, because i'm just really stubborn like that, but really I appreciate it loads.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ct2 is gonna be ten times harder, and I'm wayyy scared. honestly, there hasn't been a point in my life before this where I wish I was that much smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just isn't fair that some people put in effort, and don't get the results. but then other people don't put in as much effort and still get better results. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you look at it in perspective, it just means you've got to change the way you study. cos there's no way in hell you could change the way God's made you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...think I really need to do some serious thinking about this whole thing. another day. I'm really damn tired now. omgosh haha I just fell asleep on my laptop! how cool am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not cool at all. ugh. WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUTTT T_T that's it, goodnight suckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-572369868043027037?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/572369868043027037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-get-back-on-those-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/572369868043027037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/572369868043027037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-get-back-on-those-feet.html' title='50 get back on those feet!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-5510800135640242480</id><published>2009-04-13T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:25:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49 69... minus twenty =p</title><content type='html'>I should really keep my thoughts to myself sometimes, you know? it just comes out like that, I just blurt it out without thinking about anything else and then I regret it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you happen to be one of the many many people whom I've victimized with this particular trait of mine, I'm sorry. I really don't mean to be intentionally mean. I'm just bloody frank sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know whatever thoughts I may have, I never hold it against you! haha that's my one saving grace (hopefully). eek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-5510800135640242480?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5510800135640242480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/49-69-minus-twenty-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5510800135640242480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5510800135640242480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/49-69-minus-twenty-p.html' title='49 69... minus twenty =p'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3276918839967092608</id><published>2009-04-09T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:39:11.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it makes me want to scream, both out of plain joy and out of pure misery. one second I'm six feet under the stars and I've got him in my eyes and the next I'm down in the dumps and I'm hurting because nothing's set in stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I've never been more into anyone before this. and it sucks but it's the best feeling in the world at the same time, I don't know how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, I wanna have faith but I really am very scared, because I don't know what to expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so freaking hard to do this. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3276918839967092608?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3276918839967092608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-it-makes-me-want-to-scream-both-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3276918839967092608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3276918839967092608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-it-makes-me-want-to-scream-both-out.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7816157551236732751</id><published>2009-04-08T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:33:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 bmtc.</title><content type='html'>geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, then for goodness' sake stick with him/her. nobody worth loving is ever gonna find you amazing enough if you can't even stay loyal to your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to fall in love, you don't just go through men/women like you go through underwear (all sexual innuendo is hereby fully acknowledged), and claim to be so much in love with a new boy/girl every few months or so, that's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just being in love with love, not being in love with a person. you fall in love with a person, you might as well be ready to give every single ounce of your soul, everything you've got, and I mean everything, to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's weird, coming from me, seeing how I was last year. but I was 16, now 17. one year is enough, trust me, to put perspective into alot of things.. I am disgusted by the number of people i claimed to really like last year, but hey at least I learnt something out of it. don't really regret it, in that sense. although it is still mortifyingly embarrassing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the BMTC learning journey thingum today. it was quite good lah actually. okay maybe not good, I refuse to call it good since I still don't see what it has to do with me, but it was... an eye-opening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. BMTC = basic military trg ctr. at pulau tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically quite fun, hearing the guide's army stories. I'm tempted to go QUAIL?! every time someone says 'bird' now. oh and use as many 'ho lan' references as possible hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to cut the story short right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. everyone reacted the same way whenever I told them I'm going pulau tekong for learning journey: "walao you're a girl, you go there do what, stare at hot guys ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. there weren't as many hot guys there lah actually. in fact, not a single one. okay maybe chermaine will violently object to that... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I found out that my ex is insanely inhumanly fit. he's a freaking fitness specialist. that's like being a pe teacher for people in NS. omg?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. shooting a gun in a simulated environment in NS is nothing like shooting a gun in a simulated environment in Time Crisis 4 at ezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHY IS MY EX SO INSANELY FIT, WHEN I AM CAN'T EVEN RUN 2.4? it bothers me. I don't know why anything ever happened. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. life is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at popeyes at t3 after the whole thing. I was so damn tired. I love popeyes food, it's just that it's SOOOOOOO much. or maybe it's just that I got the chicken wing and the chicken's 36C-cup boobs, oops I mean chicken breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's nice. it's actually filling. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways (third time I've used that term, I realize, lol) I was so damn tired in the train on the way home, I just sat down right there in the middle of the train, when everyone else was standing and being squished together like sardines, at the thing which joins each carriage to the other. the metal floor part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about anything else, just fell asleep right there. hahhaha. looking very weird, I suppose, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm going to sleep bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7816157551236732751?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7816157551236732751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/46-bmtc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7816157551236732751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7816157551236732751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/46-bmtc.html' title='48 bmtc.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-674894908652052802</id><published>2009-04-07T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:25:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47 jellyfish boy.</title><content type='html'>optimism. you either curse it or embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have this tendency to be slightly (exasperatingly, actually) optimistic. it's automatic to me. when something screws up, I just naturally look on the bright side of things, and I make the bright side really shine, at least to myself, even if the "bright side" is actually lacking in sheen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's provided things don't screw up too badly. lol. so far the only time things screwed up that badly was once in my entire life. thank God. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this picture in my mind of how things "should" be and I always comfort myself using that particular image. I never stop believing that that's how things would be if I actually continuously work at it. no matter how improbable or seemingly ridiculous or far-fetched the image might seem to other people, it just sticks in my mind as something that will and should happen, given the right amount of effort and Divine Will. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it stupid, call it unrealistic, but I actually like this about myself. I guess it's my way of coping with things. leave things behind and hope for the brightest future possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. today was quite hilarious. went to the library with polly after school today. we went to the toilet before going in, and there was this PW PI draft on the metal shelf thing (which evidently has no purpose -.-) and polly picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "internationalization of SMEs... oh it's PW! the PI. wah." -looks through-&lt;br /&gt;polly: "omgoodness I don't even remember anything about PI lah."&lt;br /&gt;me: "eh it's the PI eh, I can't believe the person just left it behind like this. in the toilet, of all places!"&lt;br /&gt;polly: "yea! very careless eh!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "it's damn STUPID to just leave it behind like this!"&lt;br /&gt;polly: "yea, I wonder whose it is..."&lt;br /&gt;me: ............ "uhoh." -whispers- "maybe it's the girl inside the toilet's one, then she just put it there for the time being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we both hightailed it out of the toilet hahahahaha. damn funny. I practically shouted that the person who left it behind must be damn stupid. lol.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. don't blame me for even looking through it, it's public property once you leave it in a public place.&lt;br /&gt;2. admit it, you don't remember anything about the PI either. ^^&lt;br /&gt;3. ...must have been a SHITTY pi, cos the person left it in the toilet = FULL OF SHIT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that wasn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was HILARIOUS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay well in other news. (well old news lah actually. wtvs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole reason why I started talking about optimism in the first place is because I got some of my results back ready, and the very fact that I'm talking about optimism shows something about the state of my grades huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well they're not THAT bad... I'm serious. actually considering how I did for promos last year, it's an improvement. especially for math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IT DAMN WELL BETTER BE AN IMPROVEMENT FOR MATH, I SACRIFICED MY SEAHIST MARKS FOR MATH OKAY DAMN BLARDY ARSEHOLE, STILL NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR A B LAH WALAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes okay. let's all be civilized, aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;kanninacheebyegannasailaosaipangsai&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have gp and lit to go. gp should be fine, and lit.... shouldn't be that bad. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home I think I fell in love. hahaha. I think I saw the most handsome guy I've ever seen in my entire life. although he was a bit faggot-y, considering the fact that he was wearing tapered pants, had the hood on his hoodie up, and had a PINK WALKMAN PHONE (though I suppose I should be glad it's not a pink motorola razr, at least hahaha :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRREGARDLESS (I love this non-word), he was still damn hot. I haven't openly gawked at a guy in a long time. since sec2 I think. I was dying because he went to stand directly in front of me in the LRT, and um my eyelevel was at a place where it shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA no lah I'm kidding I didn't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;, I just looked all over the place. up, a lot of the time, to gawk at him some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e = mc2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and I do so HATE jellyfish boys. (this particular part is just to link the whole post, which I know it rather incoherent, to the title). I was watching an indo drama for a while after tuition, and the leading man in the drama is SUCH A SISSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone forces you to get married, and you don't want to get married, not to the person in question, not even at that particular time in your life, THEN PUT YOUR MANLY FOOT DOWN AND SAY NO LAH FOR GOD'S SAKE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay why am I getting so excited about this. anyway. I hate guys like that. no backbone. spineless = jellyfish --&gt; JELLYFISH BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloop bloop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to ECAWNSSSS wah this post quite long ah haha bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-674894908652052802?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/674894908652052802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/47-jellyfish-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/674894908652052802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/674894908652052802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/47-jellyfish-boy.html' title='47 jellyfish boy.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3716333885876356633</id><published>2009-04-04T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:01:35.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweep everything under the rug, pretend it's dust and stamp it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry when the dust gets in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3716333885876356633?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3716333885876356633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweep-everything-under-run-pretend-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3716333885876356633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3716333885876356633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweep-everything-under-run-pretend-its.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2611863223475023747</id><published>2009-04-03T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:04:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46 so she said what's the problem, baby</title><content type='html'>what's the problem, out of nowhere baby I'm in love, LOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. those are song lyrics btw, in case you're the noobest noob in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know I never ever wanted to be one of those girls who are so damn oblivious to a guy's feelings for her when it's quite obvious to third parties. I mean, if you think about it, it's really stupid. how impossibly thick-headed could you be not to notice such a thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that I'm... sufficiently enlightened, I realize it's got a lot to do with how you perceive yourself. sigh. go figure. of course if you don't see yourself as someone that's got a lot to offer, you naturally won't even notice such things. that's the probably the reason why you would be thick-headed enough not to notice in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not something that you can help either. I mean nobody can be expected to be suspicious of every guy they meet right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I feel like I'm just making excuses. but... argh. I'm quite confused now. really confused, in fact. bewildered. restless, what have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, man. I really did not want to be in this situation. how the frick did it all happen so fast. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay in other news. (I'm tired of whining about myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched shopaholic again today! and I cried again! at the same part of the movie that I cried the last time I watched it. and kris, polly, chermaine, who've not seen the movie before this, didn't cry at all. hahaha I'm some senstitive piece of crap, man, hahahaha. I still can't believe I cried during a chick flick. everyone else seems to think it's overrated -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, I'm not actually that much of a delicate being. I just feel like I can identify with rebecca bloomwood, especially the part when she feels like she's lost everyone's faith in her.hah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol but I still love the movie no matter what. it's sort of appalling in the way pride and prejudice is appalling upon first glance, because it's so damn superficial (well it seems like it) but it's actually a pretty humourous satire of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, IN OTHER NEWS! (haha using that phrase is really getting very irritating, but it's still fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got econs, and hist back. LIT MATH GP to go! I'm most anxious for mathhhhhh. I did too much math I think, I mean at the expense of my study time for all the other subjects, especially econs and lit. :/ so I'm gonna wet myself if I don't get a B at least, I mean I worked so hard and I got such a shit mark for seahist because I didn't study for it because I was so kancheong (don't know how to spell) about math and it BETTER FREAKING PAY OFFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really cry if it doesn't. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so far. econs was horrible. but I maintainted by grade. though that's not what I was aiming for in the first place, because my previous grade sucked. haha. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seahist was horrible as well. I kinda expected it, because I just bullshited, didn't know what the heck I was writing about, I got a borderline pass. -.- at least ihist was wayyyyyy wayyyyy better, I don't care what Mr I Shop At Zara says. so hopefully it will balance out. hopefully. really really hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sad about screwing up seahist, because I'm supposed to be good at that. I know I didn't study enough because of math, but I still didn't expect myself to be that bad. ohwell. at least it's a wakeup call, I can work harder for ct2. for once I'm going to try to meet Ms Move Your Feminine Fingers' expectations of me. I know they're quite high. haha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. (eh it's quite fun to give people nicknames like Mr___ and Ms___. though it sort of makes them sound like Mr Men and Little Miss characters gone wrong. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to starbucks again today! haha I swear I have to stop being such a dildo, I only go there because I want to see Mr Friendly Cute Starbucks Guy. (insert slightly repulsive fangirl-y sentence....he's so cute la pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said goodbye to me and like a right jackass, I walked right past without even saying anything, just throwing back a measly smile. ugh. I disgust myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright I'm off. :) see you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2611863223475023747?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2611863223475023747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/46-so-she-said-whats-problem-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2611863223475023747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2611863223475023747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/46-so-she-said-whats-problem-baby.html' title='46 so she said what&apos;s the problem, baby'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7906381907841136468</id><published>2009-04-02T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:11:31.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 cos there's sunset in your eyes</title><content type='html'>I hate myself right now, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so freaking dumb for pulling wool over my own eyes because I didn't want to see things as they are. fucking dumb. I wonder if anyone else has ever done that, and I don't know about them but I really feel like a fucking idiot for doing that and I cannot say how damn pissed I am about this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to grow up. I cannot be thinking about alternate scenarios and shit like that, I really don't think it would do me any good. I have to put my foot down and dump everything else and freaking move on, I can't believe it's taken me so long and it's been such a fucking painful process but I have to stop being a freaking baby and actually go through with it and make sure it succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do this if I want to grow up. and I'm doing it, starting tomorrow, no matter what. I fucking swear. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7906381907841136468?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7906381907841136468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-myself-right-now-i-really-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7906381907841136468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7906381907841136468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-myself-right-now-i-really-do.html' title='45 cos there&apos;s sunset in your eyes'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7912137610493650637</id><published>2009-04-01T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:40:20.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44 he's so high,</title><content type='html'>today was so dry. well. technically it's raining now, so it's wet. but you know what I mean hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned, ever, how much I treasure my brother. seriously. I really cannot say how much I love that bastard. the best bastard to ever be born, maybe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't tell anyone else the stuff I tell him, and he's just that one place that I can go to to offload all of my problems. not as if he's just there for me to complain to. but you know what I mean. heaven knows I need someone to just sit there and listen so I can talk and talk and talk until I finally know what I'm talking about, and then I'd be able to make sense of what's happening. he doesn't mind. freaking angel. he doesn't mind listening to me talk so much crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I don't talk it all out, I don't know what I'd do. I think I'd just be a very irritable person indeed, and that's not somebody I want to be.. of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even he can't help me figure out my own life. it's already april, I'm wondering what the hell I've done so far, and the most important (scary) thing to me right now is that I'm supposed to be 18 this year, and next year I'm hopefully going to be flying off to some far-off country to study, but I don't feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;like an adult. I'm nowhere near being mentally prepared for alevels, and I certainly don't feel as mature as an 18 year old should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a 15yo, if anything, now how am I supposed to squeeze 3 years of mental maturing into one? or what's left of one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pace is picking up again, and it's worse than before cts. it's gonna get much much worse, I know, but already I want everything to stop! for the simple reason that i need to pause and take stock of things. I want to know I'm doing something else with my life other than getting those  bloody As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a remote control which would freeze life immediately when I hit the pause button. there's no escaping the fact that everyone has to dive in to this mess of work, pure effort and raw determination that's called A Levels soon enough. but the moment I do that, I won't think of anything else BUT getting an A. before I dive in, I need to stop and think deep and hard about what I really want to achieve for myself, and I'm not talking about grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, my thoughts are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the problem of all the shit that's happened... mostly with regards to guys. I really don't know what happened to my love life. went to the gutter, maybe... or maybe from the drain, to the sewers... but sometimes, I just want to shout, "what did I do?! I didn't plan for any of this to happen, and why is it that I'm always to blame for not saying anything?! how can I say anything in the first place when I'm not even sure of anything??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is really not the time to do that, I have to do that on friday after school. think I'll go back to starbucks and think really hard, because I won't have time over the weekend and I don't think I'll do it if I keep putting it off because of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a dismal outlook on things. ohwell. j2 life is never something that you can look forward to when you're actually living it, in my opinion. it's only after everything's over and done with that you can really stop and appreciate it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7912137610493650637?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7912137610493650637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/44-hes-so-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7912137610493650637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7912137610493650637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/04/44-hes-so-high.html' title='44 he&apos;s so high,'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8681268047247523119</id><published>2009-03-31T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:47:37.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43 this is me, being desperate :)</title><content type='html'>(disclaimer: hey don't judge. I'm really not this desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a Shit Day. but I'm not gonna complain about here, because you won't want to listen (even though I know you all harbour secret desires to listen to every single aspect of my horribly interesting life :P) and because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NO POINT MOPING OVER SPILT MILK. I refuse to depress myself any further than I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I spent an hour at starbucks before going home for tuition, just sitting there pretending not to be secretly admiring the Friendly Cute Starbucks Barista. who remains anonymous. hey, he looked extra delicious today. but not as delicious as my CARAMEL FRAPPE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, blah blah he's so damn nice, and so damn hot. I wish I had the nerve to say something else to him besides "can I have a caramel frappe please?" but no, I don't have the courage to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there stoning pretending to be vaguely interested in Seventeen magazine. which is realllllly not something that I do. if you know me well enough, you'd know I don't care much for glossy mags and looking up Hot New Summer Looks and what not, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least he's damn friendly. and so oblivious to my admiration. he just throws smiles at me when he looks up from the blender or something, and sees me staring like I've never seen a guy before. so damn friendly. I feel like ruffling his hair! hahaha okay maybe not, don't think any guy likes that right... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about that guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in the school canteen, a very weird thing happened. some j1 did something very weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a seat along with my friends, during the lunch block before seahist tutorial, and we picked a bench which was empty except for this j1 guy and his friend. and then the j1 guy (Mr. Weird) went "this one ah?" he was practically screaming into his friend's ear, and I was thinking "haiyah, why j1s so noisyyyy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I noticed Mr. Weird pointing, like with his index finger, almost like I did something wrong to offend him, straight at me. I thought I was being delusional, and I was about to turn to see if he was talking to anyone behind me, but there wasn't anyone who was even paying attention to him. then he turned away from his friend and gave me this Look. the I'm Observing You look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must've looked really surprised, cuz he looked quite amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually come to think of it right, a lot of Weird Freaky Happenings have been happening to me. spice up my life ah?? hahaha yeah right. more like make my thoughts a tangly mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I've ended up telling you guys about my life anyways. -.- so yea, this is about as interesting as it gets. which means it's pretty much horridly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop trying to smooth out my thoughts now, and go mess them up again by doing loci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUSY LOCI LAOSAI PANGSAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I don't know why I said that. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8681268047247523119?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8681268047247523119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/43-this-is-me-being-desperate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8681268047247523119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8681268047247523119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/43-this-is-me-being-desperate.html' title='43 this is me, being desperate :)'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3347253994472205788</id><published>2009-03-29T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:25:59.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 freeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>I'd forgotten the freedom that comes with not having to be tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with school, with matters of the heart... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3347253994472205788?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3347253994472205788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/42-freeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3347253994472205788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3347253994472205788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/42-freeeeeeeeeee.html' title='42 freeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-4686920400274271785</id><published>2009-03-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:29:08.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="buP2zqBt" title="U2FsdGVkX1/c4P2xGjfuQ4G723CZLNt2mxZF1tur+t6yJZKFWdJjqmEVAPtYFXI6xcrVw2OXO3VbokFK0t8oa1tW+sNBXrrWcqw2RO/uMTi1V14DvzSLBOximGRS3frvEoRhcrQp7m7LLk5um8Pcog=="&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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My heart doesn’t skip a beat when I see you. I don’t freeze up when I talk to you. You don’t make me marvel at you by just standing there, I don’t find you perfect no matter what you do. I still think you’re a jackass sometimes, because you do whatever the heck you want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I feel so warm inside when I see you, there’s no tingly sensation, just warmth, like my soul is happy to see you and it’s squealing with joy. I take time to think, really think, what to say before I say anything to you, because it matters to me what you think of it. I catch a glimpse of you in the most unexpected of times.. and I secretly think that you’re at you’re best when you’re oblivious, you look like a million bucks if you’d just believe. I never thought you were perfect and I never will think you are perfect, because I know your flaws. It matters less to me, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As far as it gets, you’re the best I ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty darn good, huh. it's just so honest, and no-frills, just straight up raw sincerity. I love it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping yesterday! with polly and kris and vanessa. spent almost 6 hours at orchard shoppinggggg :) I survived! surprisingly, haha. well somehow, and maybe it has something to do with watching shopaholic lol, I didn't feel so daunted by the idea of spending so much time doing nothing but shopping hahaha. but it was quite tiring towards the end, I mean after walking all around far east....it was literally shop till you drop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least it was productive! i bought two cardigans, two tshirts, and two hairbands. for fifty bucks in total. far east is the best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I need more tshirts! lol I love the ones i already bought :P and I also need new flats. but I think I'm gonna replace that with vans shoes. :) my converse ones are still wearable but they're falling apart, and the vans shoes are soooo prettttttyyyy. they're only 40 bucks after discount! how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a necklace too, those big long hanging ones. not blingbling -.- one which either has a heart or a star on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go shopping with my cousin soon. :) yay life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...whoa wtf did I just spend all that time talking about shopping?! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here's a fun fact for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MEGA FREAKED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because 1. I haven't gone to starbucks in two weeks, no caramel frappe in two weeks and no Friendly Cute Starbucks guy to flirt with (haha just kidding. I don't even say anything to him, he's just the Friendly Cute Starbucks Guy. I don't even know his name, think I'ma let it stay that way, so he'll forever be anonymous to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get very freaked out when people who aren't even my friends observe me for extended periods of time, without any particular reason. I don't know why, I feel like a piece of wood when it happens, I mean haven't you GOT better things to stare at??! oh look, a hot girl wearing short shorts and a tight tank top's walking past, STARE AT HER WHY DON'T YOU, just quit giving me goosebumpssss. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm gonna get more tshirts today and I'm gonna go starbucks as well. wah I damn rich ah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FREE SATURDAYS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3896240239287669655?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3896240239287669655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/41-stimulate-economy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3896240239287669655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3896240239287669655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/41-stimulate-economy.html' title='41 stimulate the economy!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2979498226580656838</id><published>2009-03-26T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:13:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40- what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CTS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER!!!! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha yeah baby YEAH! finallyyyyy.. after so long ;) hahaha. less than satisfactory outcome, but it's over nonetheless, that means I don't have to worry about anything for the next three days YAY LONG WEEKENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from math not going as well as I'd hoped it'd go... and messing up lit, the rest of the day was pretty darn awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt something about myself today, because a close friend told me something about myself that I hadn't realized. never even thought of it before, and she said it quite suddenly. I was lost for a while, but I really appreciate the sincerity of it all. not as if I liked what she had to say, but well it was the truth and most of the time truth is never fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it, wait for it.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't kidding, man I was so dreading that movie because it seemed frivolous. like HORRIBLE, and I don't even like shopping. haha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what. GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long spaces in between paragraphs are fun, don't care if it annoys you, heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED. I CRIED DURING A CHICK FLICK. I FREAKING CRIED?! I HAVEN'T CRIED IN ANY MOVIE SINCE.... since that horrible movie about monsters that was supposed to be a class outing last year :P oh yeah, it was called The Mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I was really crying okay! not hysterically, just streams of silent tears. HAHAHA. WHAT A JOKE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I CRIED!! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey I feel her plight, okay, I know what it feels like to feel that lousy. it was so damn touching ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee alright with the touchyfeely. I'm such a schizophrenic, okay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the MOST I've ever cried in a movie. hahaha. I felt one tear speeding down my cheek and I was like "oh DAMN, I CAN'T CRY DURING SHOPAHOLIC, IT'S SHOPAHOLIC!?" and I tried to stop and then someone said something touching again and the dam burst hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so yes, even if you're prejudiced against shopaholic, trust me it's not all a chickflick movie. though truth be told it never ceases to amaze me how newyorkers can go so crazy over little small things like boots or handbags. I know I don't have a clue about how to tell the pretty things from the ugly things, they kinda just look the same to me. but I still don't understand the craze about clothes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you look past the obvious frivolity, there's actually real meaning in the movie, which is the touching part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it all works out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND HUGH DANCY IS DAMN HOT. check him out. his eyes are so frigging blue and I love his accent. he's like hugh grant, but less slimy-looking and more clean-shaven and slimmer. awesome possum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, I am very tired. I haven't been sleeping well because of stupid effing cts. so goodbye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2979498226580656838?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2979498226580656838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/40-what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2979498226580656838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2979498226580656838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/40-what-day.html' title='40- what a day!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-1645856131942022946</id><published>2009-03-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:53:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>free trade increases world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how that would look on my essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-1645856131942022946?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1645856131942022946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-trade-increases-world-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1645856131942022946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1645856131942022946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-trade-increases-world-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2649701040752238927</id><published>2009-03-22T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:17:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#39 FRICKIN STRICKEN</title><content type='html'>SHOOT. I'll be completely honest with you all. I lost my drive to study. I don't know, I haven't been studying much over the hols and I know that's bad, that's reallly bad, that's HORRIBLE AND I'M A SICK BASTARD but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna jump on the bandwagon and mug my fricking ass off, I don't want to be a dog. and yet somehow there is something vaguely appealing about sitting down for 5 hours straight and at the end of it throwing my pen down and going "WOW I FINISHED MUGGING ____(insert subject name)____, AND BOY DOES MY NECK FEEL SORE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus there's that whole thing about getting into university, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don't really know what I'm talking about. I should go jump off a building, you wanna help? yea, I knew you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF I BLUSHED LIKE A FRICKING C*** WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME WHY AM I SO GROSS!?!?! I melted like a popsiscle under the hot sun ): and now, I am probably never going to say anything at all to him ever again, and I think it's mutual T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had CRUNCH ice cream. and a banana. and I like ice cream and I should stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOITER MUCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, I just wanted to say that, I don't know what I'm talking about at all, I'm going crazy, no wait, I already AM crazy and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for cts. yay. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2649701040752238927?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2649701040752238927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/39-frickin-stricken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2649701040752238927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2649701040752238927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/39-frickin-stricken.html' title='#39 FRICKIN STRICKEN'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-532836539758577790</id><published>2009-03-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:44:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#38 meh.</title><content type='html'>john maynard keynes was gay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a happy thought. his boyfriend was a linguistic philosopher. there was a movie made about them. and there was a gay sex scene. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, I'm having difficulty focusing. NO IT DOESN'T HAVE TO DO WITH KEYNES BEING GAY. I had a really very disturbing dream last night and I cannot stop thinking of it. and it doesn't have to do with gay sex, either. although that IS very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ZxxNhcbw" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('ZxxNhcbw')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that picture of keynes in the ihist notes? it really is disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-532836539758577790?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/532836539758577790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/38-meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/532836539758577790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/532836539758577790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/38-meh.html' title='#38 meh.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6575421406608709028</id><published>2009-03-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:35:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#37 you're not a man, you're just a mannequin</title><content type='html'>it's funny how certain people's facial expressions at certain points in time are imprinted into your memory, like someone had taken one of those hot rods and burnt the image into your mind... and for a while it just says there like a fresh, searingly painful burn, and you can't shake the image off your mind no matter how hard you tried... why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I saw a guy I know, and when we locked eyes his facial expression changed completely, he straightened up almost immediately and then he went kinda stony but at the same time somehow kinda worried and then when he walked past me he said something to me that hurt me quite a bit. he didn't even say hello, or goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can still remember the exact expression on his face! I wish I didn't remember it at all, because I'm wondering why he's so hostile all of a sudden and I feel guilty without even knowing exactly what I did that was so wrong! you know how much that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucks. &lt;/span&gt;I wish I had the ability to put it aside and just dismiss the thought, but like it or not, he is my friend. I care about every single one of my friends, and when someone says something like that to you, in a tone that's dripping with sneering contempt, and you don't know why, I know it sounds silly for me to care so much but I doooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I ranting like a fricking irritating whiny little kid. here. oh god, shut up santri get back to your work dammit. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6575421406608709028?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6575421406608709028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/37-youre-not-man-youre-just-mannequin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6575421406608709028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6575421406608709028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/37-youre-not-man-youre-just-mannequin.html' title='#37 you&apos;re not a man, you&apos;re just a mannequin'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2302218720222655809</id><published>2009-03-17T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:26:33.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#36 the random one</title><content type='html'>i love katy perry. have I mentioned that before? she's awesome. freaking awesome. aside from the fact that she shows off various parts of her body too much, I mean I bet she gave people boners last time... abit disgusting though. BUT anyways, she's still awesome, I love the music she makes. super catchy. and I can totally get the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay in other news.. I'm getting very crazy. very very very crazy. more than I ever was last year. I love it though. it's fun. abit freaky, but very fun :) and I think if I don't let this craziness get out of me I will tear my hair out soon, school is just too stressful and I hate mugging and I want to drop out of school and become a taitai. easier. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, committing suicide would be a viable option as well... just kidding. or am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2302218720222655809?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2302218720222655809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/36-random-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2302218720222655809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2302218720222655809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/36-random-one.html' title='#36 the random one'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6715085176202877588</id><published>2009-03-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:20:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Personality Is Like Alcohol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/alcohol.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best: You are uninhibited, funny, and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people like about being around you: You're friendly, welcoming, and easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people dislike about being around you: You're a little sloppy and careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How addicted people get to you: A fair amount, though they tend to deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's nice. :P I didn't know alcohol is a drug, did you? I thought alcohol was just.... alcohol -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6715085176202877588?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6715085176202877588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-personality-is-like-alcohol-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6715085176202877588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6715085176202877588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-personality-is-like-alcohol-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-4792688033862929613</id><published>2009-03-16T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:38:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#35 I'M SO EFFING HUNGRYYY.</title><content type='html'>disclaimer: do not judge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i bother to keep a facebook account sometimes. a lot of the time, actually. let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it's nice to stalk people on facebook, without them knowing that I'm stalking them&lt;br /&gt;2. hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;3. facebook apps are fun?&lt;br /&gt;4. nice to keep track of friends on facebook...the ones I don't normally see.&lt;br /&gt;5. most importantly, nice to keep track of ENEMIES on facebook... the ones I see all the time, and the ones I never see... you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well I'm only joking about the last one. I don't think I have enemies in the first place... haha. cos I don't usually piss people off. I'm a good girl -halo- :) (hehehehehehe) and if you haven't noticed, I don't usually indulge in fb apps, heh. can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if I wanted to um let's say throw a sheep at someone, why would I do it online? why not just do it IN REAL LIFE. ....piss me off and I'll give you a roundhouse kick.. no, not on SuperPoke. in school, maybe. talk about keeping it real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of any more reasons that don't sound in the least bit stalkerish. it's kind of pointless then, my keeping a fb acc. ha. still, stalking people is good sport. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually by stalk, I mean ogle at their pictures. so technically the only reason why I keep a facebook acc is to ogle at people's pictures secretly. that is sad. that is very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I think it's stupid the way some people you don't even know add you on facebook. I mean it's probably okay if you know the person by face (but not necessarily by name) and you add him/her on facebook, but then what about random people whom you have no idea who they are, adding you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like, 'who areeeeee youuuuu. O.o' -squints suspiciously- 'urgh. okay I give up. approve lahhh whatever lah! at least that's one more facebook friend, oh gosh I'm so popular :D' hahahahahaha x) kidding about the 'at least' part. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes well. moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to address the title of this post, I AM ravenousssssssssssss x( I've been ravenous a lot lately. seems as though my appetite has grown exponentially. and it's not like I'm skipping meals all the time or whatever, I think I'm snacking more than ever now. and I'm supposed to retake my napfa after cts. this can't be healthy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, I'm eating chicken rice right now, while I'm typing this post. I had my lunch, two plates of briyani rice (don't ask me why my house suddenly has so much rice O.o) TWO! TWO!! and I still plan to have dinner later. hahaha. well when school reopens I will have morphed into a miniature hippopotamus. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, I CAN'T WAIT FOR BEN&amp;amp;JERRY'S FREE CONE DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year's free cone day! bunch of us went to great world city thinking the ben&amp;amp;jerry's there wouldn't be so packed, considering the relative ulu-ness of the place... but the line stretched down the entire corridor, so there wasn't much point to that 'evasive action'... but we still lined up TWICE! because we are happy true-blue kiasu singaporeans like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we lepak-ed at the ground floor, chasing away some indian couple who were sitting on the bench and we played truth-or-dare, and it was so scandalous. I remember chan wenqiang saying very explicit things. and I remember thinking, "wow, this guy only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks &lt;/span&gt;like a good boy." HAHAHA ;D just kidding, dude :) but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;shocked at your un-innocence. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how we took the shuttle bus because we didn't know what bus to take to get to orchard mrt, and we ended up in chinatown and then RIGHT BACK where we started, at the freaking bus stand outside great world city. bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr going to eat coin prata at the best prata shop in singapore! as claimed by several newspapers. it's the prata shop at thompson, THE ONE WITH THE DELICIOUS AWESOME GOBSMACKING COIN PRATA(s?). I WILL EAT TEN MILLION OF THOSE, REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I will stop being a glutton. no, I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;and stop being a glutton. ADIOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-4792688033862929613?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4792688033862929613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/35-im-so-effing-hungryyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4792688033862929613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4792688033862929613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/35-im-so-effing-hungryyy.html' title='#35 I&apos;M SO EFFING HUNGRYYY.'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-766139735276056030</id><published>2009-03-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:35:30.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#34 XXX D</title><content type='html'>yahoo! aloha :) yay I'm blogging again. school is such hell, I'm so glad I've got my own little place to vent out all my frustrations.. regardless of how few people read it. wahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking brain dead, I refuse to study okay. I've been talking crap the whole day, classmates would probably second that... I've done so much math I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um see, that sentence didn't even make sense. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LIFE BEEN SO DAMN TOUGH.... SO MUCH MUGGING, SO MANY MEMORIES TO SQUASH IN, SO MANY DARN PEOPLE TO PAY ATTENTION TO... most importantly, so much growing up to do, so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived in an alternate dimension. just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;would have happened to me if I went to a secondary school I actually liked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, I think I need to take stock of what's been happening in my life. things have been happening so fast, despite the seemingly snail-like pace of lessons... I don't quite know how the first term of school has managed to pass me by just like that. can't believe FIRST TERM IS UP ALAMAKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay cool down, santri. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the academic front, much remains to be done... blablabla more mugging, more effort. I don't really wanna go into this. I know what I need to do and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the social front... well I haven't really been a good friend but since when have I ever been a good friend? hahaha. I think I just take my friends for granted sometimes... no wonder I don't have a specific clique to hang out with all the time... lol no lah, I'm kidding. I mean about the last part of the last sentence. I just need more space this year, to think things out... I mean I kinda feel like if I had a clique, I have to tell everything that happens in my life to the people in my clique all the time, and I don't wanna do that. I need space. hah. :) no offence guys. :) arm's length... seems like it's working fine this yearr :) don't suppose I'm gonna change anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="pdC2FOH6" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('pdC2FOH6')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA funny convo. STUPID, but FUNNY all the same xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengah high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 98.7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orhhh david archie eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW YOU WERE GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alright to be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gay = happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK AH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because I can't sleep till your next to me ----------------------------------- IT'S A SONG! IT'S CALLED INSOMNIA! SICKOS!!!! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICKOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMAN. how was I supposed to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ SANTRIANI says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. and the person of questionable sexuality here is... none other than HANIFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think I'm right, people say HAPPY when they mean HAPPY, they don't say GAY when they mean HAPPY. RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no need to get so excited, why am I so excited... why am I so incoherent? why is the sky so blue? why is the grass so green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST I GO TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST I GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X RATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eX Rate (EXCHANGE RATE ECAWNSSSS WAHOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX (THE SINGLE MOST HATED LETTER OF THE ALPHABET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT LAH AIYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT. NO ACTUALLY I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP. I'M GONNA STAY UP TALKING CRAP. ADIOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-766139735276056030?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/766139735276056030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/34-xxx-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/766139735276056030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/766139735276056030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/34-xxx-d.html' title='#34 XXX D'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-4205989923602007059</id><published>2009-03-09T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:29:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#33 the one with the diabetic crap :)</title><content type='html'>when I find the most beautiful person on earth, he'll be one of a kind. he won't be awesomely freaking beautiful on the outside, he'll be the most beautiful person on earth, on the inside. he wouldn't need to be that knight in shining armour, because I'm not a damsel in distress. nothing he could ever say would make me love him less. I'd hold my ground right there beside him and I wouldn't budge even if the tide turned against us. I wouldn't give him up if you told me you'd pay me sixty million bucks for every day we spent apart, because nothing would be the same, nothing anyone could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; give me would even come within the same vicinity as his presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is conviction, faith, and trust in God. He created someone out there for me and I'm not gonna waste my time on anybody else other than him... somewhere out there is my mister fantastic :) and then the rest is up to Him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mduNwurM" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('mduNwurM')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-4205989923602007059?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4205989923602007059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/33-one-with-diabetic-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4205989923602007059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4205989923602007059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/33-one-with-diabetic-crap.html' title='#33 the one with the diabetic crap :)'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2414933809403549789</id><published>2009-03-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:30:00.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#32 the one with the baby</title><content type='html'>I amaze myself sometimes. amaze, or disgust, depending on how you look at it. it's a bit of both, you'll see what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost never freeze up when I talk to guys, even the ones that I think are cute, even the ones I "like" more than as a friend at that point in time! but just this ONE guy talks to me and I can't even look at his face without talking coherently. I had a conversation with him today, well a "conversation" and I was sooooo freaking idiotic, only said two sentences throughout the whole thing, along with a forced smile when I looked at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM, HE JUST HAS THIS FRUSTRATING EFFECT ON ME. I don't know what it is he does, but he DOES, and it semi-paralyzes me which really freaks me outtttttttttttttttttttt X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is that I should have said more!!! I wanted to talk to him cos haven't seen him for so long, but I just didn't know what to say, at that point in time. OHMYGOD DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN. ARE YOU DISGUSTED NOW, BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL AM D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I do not have a serious crush on him. like I said, and I'll say it again, for the umpteenth time, I really don't harbour any massive crushes/concrete feelings for anyone right now... I just have more eye candies (?) than I can count on my fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyohhh... I'm not used to this man... I don't remember ever being so paralysed just by normal human interaction with a member of the opposite sex. scares me to death! I don't like to be reduced to mush so much so that I can't even form coherent sentences AIYAHHHHH that's so damn pathetic D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first full day with leg injury today! woo my legs are getting quite the workout. limping is hard work, I realize.... resting most of your weight on the leg that isn't so injured kinda hurts after a while.. just kinda. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathing is such a freaking chore now. I have to hoist my legs over the side of the bathtub to make sure water doesn't get on the stupid abrasions... which is really an absurd position to be in, YOU try it! stretching like mad just to turn the stupid shower on. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha maybe that was too much information. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing I realize... I'm either really stubborn or fiercely independent. again, depending on how you look at it. I think it's more really stubborn. because being really stubborn implies an independence that reeks of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stubborn, because despite the availability of the lift to get from the 7th floor to the 1st, I insisted on going down the stairs. -.- and then after that, on my way home, despite being able to just take the bloody bus home so I wouldn't have to walk that much, I chose to take the mrt home and then still walked around at lot 1 before going home, because I didn't want to go home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's a silver lining in every cloud right... well at least stubbornnness means that I don't want to have help from other people. though I know I whine a lot about the pain. I'd rather whine than get help. I ain't no baby... LEAST OF ALL __________'S BABY HUH (you'd probably know if you attended the final tutorial of today) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. that pretty much makes me a blockhead. pretty irrational, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough exhibitionism, back to econs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2414933809403549789?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2414933809403549789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/32-one-with-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2414933809403549789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2414933809403549789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/32-one-with-baby.html' title='#32 the one with the baby'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8044477970793523225</id><published>2009-03-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:48:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck, I hurt myself something baddd. :x fell down on the track today while I was doing my shuttle run... face-first. :/ got an abrasion on each knee. and my thigh muscle feels like there's this weird unseen force trying to pull my muscle out from under my skin and squeezing it like mad. and no matter WHAT I DO IT HURTS LIKE MAD, LIKE FUCKING MAD D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a single position to sit/stand in which takes away the pain, okay. bathing is SUCH a chore now, I have to make sure no water gets on my knees cos it will burn like hell and I'm scared of that :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm whining like a baby, but it really hurtsssssssssss I really felt like crying just now. ): can't run twopointfour at this rate! and pulled muscles alwayssss hurt really bad in the mornings rightt.... SHIT. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the good news is that! I got a decent score for all five items! and I got my A for shuttle run! :D despite having to run with screwed up knees and a pulled muscle. woo :D maybe I should have just waited, that's probably the reason why my muscle hurts like mad now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYAH. if only I could do the same for twopointfour...... I mean, the getting a decent score part, not the falling part -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8044477970793523225?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8044477970793523225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-i-hurt-myself-something-baddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8044477970793523225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8044477970793523225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-i-hurt-myself-something-baddd.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8725011135252382281</id><published>2009-03-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:49:36.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt before, and danceeeeee like nobody's watching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8725011135252382281?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8725011135252382281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-like-you-dont-need-money-love-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8725011135252382281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8725011135252382281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-like-you-dont-need-money-love-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6736066119136650530</id><published>2009-03-01T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:29:20.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might've killed to make you see the look on your face today hahaha :) if I didn't know better I'd think it was cute, too bad it's you I'm talking about here... yeahhhh I'm untouchable and you know it :) hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="8QoXmo7E" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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RIDICULOUS OR WHAT???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQMtgI2qDaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQMtgI2qDaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to seahist... for nowwwww. or maybe forever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIALAH. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8771846134203940595?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8771846134203940595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/stoked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8771846134203940595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8771846134203940595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/03/stoked.html' title='stoked'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7979596282135322934</id><published>2009-02-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:54:29.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="tt0GeEl0" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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O.o... gross.): ohwell. love it anyway. the song, I mean T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="7aUQlItP" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('7aUQlItP')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.. my entire body is aching........ I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and my thigh muscle and my abs (the part of my body, not like I actually have any HAHA) hurting like siao. PE LAH WALAO ): partially depressed cos yesterday had to run shuttle run and I SUCKED cos my leg muscle hurt every time I try and run faster. shit. I WANT THAT A MAN AT LEAST FOR SHUTTLE RUN D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing seahist just now and I realize that I have this partiality towards indonesia, haha -.- cos every single point I made I had indonesia as a case study. seriously. I'd show you my outline some time, but people just don't go sharing term paper outlines after passing up their term paper. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like I WASH MY HANDS OF YOU, STUPID DUMBASS TERM PAPER. gr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just tired. talking a lot of crap today, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to racking my brains. MATH MATH MATH ALL THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2073253716898975894?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2073253716898975894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/untouched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2073253716898975894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2073253716898975894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/untouched.html' title='untouched'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8356508951377585457</id><published>2009-02-26T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:02:30.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough titty</title><content type='html'>(disclaimer: before you jump back in horror at the vulgarity of the title, I'd like to say that it's an expression. contrary to popular belief, I am not prone to saying obscene random things about tits whenever I feel like it. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare yourself for an extremely long post! haha I have lots of things to say, I was sitting at the raja block alone today after remedial and I got the chance to think about a few things. haha. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people would rather believe in something they want to be true, than admit that they've made a mistake in sizing up the situation, or in this case, sizing up the person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I mean to say is that, when you are inclined by your emotions to believe something, you just go ahead and believe it, and you subconsciously refuse to be objective about things even though you know you're being subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say you encounter someone in your life, who seems to be the living embodiment of a lot of the qualities that you dislike in a person. emphasis on 'seems to'. I guess it's only human nature that you naturally take a disapproving stance against that person.. but it takes time for the real person to make himself known... if you get what I mean. you don't just KNOW what the person's real sentiments, beliefs, and values are overnight, it takes time what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this particular person turns out not to be the kind of person you initally made him out to be. but because from the outset you've decided that you really don't like the person, you choose to distance yourself from the person cos you think you know what the person's all about. and even when the cold hard facts are staring you straight in the face, you set up a barrier between yourself and the truth because it's easier to fan your emotions and go along with your initial judgement, than to see that damn you've really made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally I feel that the only reason for this is naked pride. you really don't wanna know that you were letting your emotions dictate your perceptions. people would rather believe something their emotions tell them is the right thing to do, than choose to use their head and not heart to think things through. though they would rarely admit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that were not so. that seems like an incredibly naive thing to say right now, but if I just temporarily drop the slight jadedness, it's true, I really wish people would be more objective when they're trying to decide what kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an injustice to the person you're prejudicing yourself against. and it's just plain stupid that you're doing that to yourself, I think it just highlights your simple-mindedness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to say something else, but I forgot, I'm getting too worked up... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well one more thing.... no matter how much you wish people wouldn't judge you, especially those who don't know you very well, it's inevitable. some people are gonna judge you and classify you as 'good kid' or 'bad kid' and sometimes it doesn't even matter what you do about it. that one thing that you did to make them judge you this way just defines who you are, to them at least. it is unfair and completely illogical, but like I said, I think it's just because they would rather believe something they think is true, than see what the truth really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... I think no one has any reason to be that afraid of people judging them, if they are it's because they're insecure about those particular flaws in their character. to me it doesn't matter that people want to put emphasis on those flaws, you just have to know that those flaws don't make you a completely bad person, just someone who's less than perfect. it's more important that you disregard their judgement and actively work towards improving yourself with regards to these flaws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awright, I'ma stop here. this feels weird, I'm so not used to this, it kinda feels like I'm preaching -.- but still, it's good letting loose. I don't really like to keep my opinions to myself most of the time, haha so I guess I should do this more... just not too much. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to econs. my life sucks. (resounding cheer: JOIN THE CLUBBBB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah, this entire post was inspired by someone. but the post isn't really directed to that person. it's just my musings lah I guess...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8356508951377585457?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8356508951377585457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-titty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8356508951377585457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8356508951377585457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-titty.html' title='tough titty'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-137344796122976683</id><published>2009-02-23T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:36:39.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to gay songs keeps me awake. thank heavens for tata young and the spice girls. woots. oh and aqua. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news... I'm not in love with anyone lahhh. ): don't just assume I like somebody just because I spend a lot of time with that someone or am just nicer to that person in general. I mean I understand why conclusions like that tend to be made, but I'm not like that lah. if I hang out with one guy more than I hang out with other guys it's not because I'm interested in him in that way, it's just.. because. why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that seemed a little random, here's the justification: it's tiring getting that knowing look from people, think they know who I like when I DON'T EVEN LIKE ANYBODY AT THE MOMENT. sod offf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to econs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-137344796122976683?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/137344796122976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-gay-songs-keeps-me-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/137344796122976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/137344796122976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-gay-songs-keeps-me-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8497393764639245588</id><published>2009-02-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:17:16.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god. you're so gay it bites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAYGAYGAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a leaf out of katy perry's book and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're so gay and you don't even like boys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my godddddd. ): why did I even like you in the first place? oh my freaking goddddddddddd D: oh I know, thought you were damn sensitive, but actually it's just that you're damn JIWANGGG JIWANG LIKE CRAZY OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough with the omgs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously!! DAMN GAYYYY AHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8497393764639245588?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8497393764639245588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8497393764639245588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8497393764639245588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-4309307000515299240</id><published>2009-02-21T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:57:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the days of weariness;</title><content type='html'>(mm post title's from kina granns' strong enough :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah life damn tough. I need to sleep earlier man, been having headaches since two weeks ago, every morning and every night. I think it's just that I don't feel it as much when I go to school because there's so much stuff to do in school that I just forget about my headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is absurd, really. luckily it also means that it's not very serious. well not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this morning I woke up feeling fine! but when I went off to french class I had to sit down somewhere and close my eyes, because I felt like somebody was trying to pry the top of my head open with a crowbar. okay maybe not with a crowbar, something less extreme, a spanner maybe? hm. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea that's enough of that. point is, get more sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohdear there's so many things to do this weekend. but I'm focusing on math, because I decided to hand in my econs essay one day late, to wait for my econs tuition teacher to go through the thing first so I don't hand in a crap essay which I know I will, if I don't wait for him. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to doing math assignment. -.- bye guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-4309307000515299240?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4309307000515299240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-days-of-weariness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4309307000515299240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4309307000515299240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-days-of-weariness.html' title='welcome to the days of weariness;'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-1356695269333741196</id><published>2009-02-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:58:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candy-coated</title><content type='html'>OH, EM, GEE! my brain is about to burst. first it was two hours of math, differential equations T.T and I managed to do four dumbass questions. yeah I'm not kidding. and then now it's x hours of gp, on politics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh I wish I was smart(er) sometimes, so I could breeze through everything. damn. ohwell. she better have lots of good stuff to say about the gp presentation tmr okay, put so much effort and brainpower into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my second B+ of the year today! for the lit holiday homework :) do I rock, or do I rock. oh I KNOW, I rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh -.- I DO need to announce it to the whole wide world :) cos everyone should know when I don't get a C or anything worse than that. so everyone can share in my joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. I think I'm just tired. I'll focus on the task at hand now, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-1356695269333741196?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1356695269333741196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/candy-coated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1356695269333741196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1356695269333741196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/candy-coated.html' title='candy-coated'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-3572473160529025008</id><published>2009-02-19T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:47:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos I'm not a princess</title><content type='html'>and this ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet I'm still sputtering in your wake, where did the time go? it was over before I knew it'd even started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-3572473160529025008?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/3572473160529025008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/cos-im-not-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3572473160529025008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/3572473160529025008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/cos-im-not-princess.html' title='cos I&apos;m not a princess'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6366670125431832018</id><published>2009-02-17T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:22:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh I do have one more thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a relationship becomes a burden whichever way you look at it, how do you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, nothing happened. well nothing life-changing or anything. nothing immensely serious, la. let's just say I was just being very pensive on the way home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, I'm not just limiting this to boy-girl issues by the way, that just seems so shallow at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships are never supposed to be a burden to you, right? I mean obviously, when you choose to forge a friendship with someone, you're obligated to hang out with that person and be there for that person, but it doesn't seem like something to add to your to-do list, it's just natural that you would do the things necessary to maintain that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if somewhere along the way, you start to feel pressurized to do these things, that it's not so much a voluntary act anymore, how do you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously the question of why it's not so much a voluntary act anymore comes to mind.. what if the answer is, "we're just different, sometimes we're not even on the same wavelengths, and lately it's been getting harder and harder to maintain a conversation with him/her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what? I mean the person is a friend, and well friends have to do what friends are supposed to do. hang out, have fun, crack jokes, confide in one another, that sort of stuff.. but if you don't feel like you enjoy doing those things anymore, what do you do? and it's not because you don't 'like' the person, it's because you don't feel like there's anything much to talk about recently.. very sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the one hand, not doing those things could hurt the person's feelings,  but on the other hand... you would really rather not fake enjoying the connection anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesser of two evils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me it's not just me being mean that's making me see this particular relationship as a burden ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6366670125431832018?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6366670125431832018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooh-i-do-have-one-more-thing-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6366670125431832018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6366670125431832018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooh-i-do-have-one-more-thing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-4950763193496849239</id><published>2009-02-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:57:16.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot damn!</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired sey. just finished math tuition, a whopping two hours of vectors, vectors and more vectors, and a little bit of p&amp;amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably not be as productive at home as I was last year, which is kinda sad. because this year seems to be damn tiring for everyone, and even though I don't really run all over the place a lot, maybe it's just the long commute home that's tiring, I don't exactly know, but by the time I reach home, I feel exhausted. and I can only spend maybe 2 hours tops doing work, and after dinnertime I never feel like buckling down to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is maybe something I need to change, but we'll see. as of now, not yet I guess.. I used to spend 4 hours straight studying last year, every night. now have to do everything in school. which is fine by me, I guess. only staying in school for the sole purpose of studying, is a little bit suffocating sometimes. even if I AM j2, and even if I'm expected to do that as a j2 -.- lerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I should STOP slacking! the only effort I've been putting in is for revising all the j2 work so far.. and that doesn't include homework. you know there's something about me and homework, I just have this shutdown when it comes to doing homework, but then when it comes to actually studying and well mugging, I don't mind at all. it's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I should change that. definitely. be The Prioritizer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so I have to be more efficient. woo. go me. and I've got nothing more to say. here's to me being a good student :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(santina loves you! wahahaha :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-4950763193496849239?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4950763193496849239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4950763193496849239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4950763193496849239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-damn.html' title='hot damn!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-911388787787299992</id><published>2009-02-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:58:42.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you stay just a little, my love?&lt;br /&gt;Would you sway just a little my love?&lt;br /&gt;Because the hole in the middle of my heart needs filling up&lt;br /&gt;If you stay just a little, that's enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every decision to leave someone behind, heartbreak follows. healing is a slow process, and I know I don't really have a problem with leaving him behind, but all the same it hurts, and just this once I'd like to drop everything, forget why I refuse to let it show, and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; my heart ache, the way it's supposed to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-911388787787299992?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/911388787787299992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-stay-just-little-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/911388787787299992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/911388787787299992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-stay-just-little-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7815540658469418128</id><published>2009-02-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:14:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"where are we?"&lt;br /&gt;"punggol"&lt;br /&gt;"what? isn't that a game?" &lt;br /&gt;"huh?" &lt;br /&gt;"pongo"&lt;br /&gt;"PUNGGOL!" &lt;br /&gt;".........-really long pause-.....ohhhh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happy valentine's day! omigod, you're so beautiful today"&lt;br /&gt;"...shut up la, idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's your name again?"&lt;br /&gt;-I say my name-&lt;br /&gt;"gesundheit!" &lt;br /&gt;"what?" &lt;br /&gt;"nevermind, cheap thrill. I didn't catch that, though, can you say your name again?"&lt;br /&gt;-name-&lt;br /&gt;"bless you" &lt;br /&gt;"huh????"&lt;br /&gt;"you just sneezed right, do you want a tissue?" &lt;br /&gt;".....gee, thanks. good to know that my name sounds like a sneeze. how is your name supposed to be pronounced again?"&lt;br /&gt;"KHaliq" &lt;br /&gt;"oh no, dyou have phlegm in your throat? don't spit it out here, go toilet then spit out!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh someone took my tobeterone!"&lt;br /&gt;".....-long pause- tobeterone??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOBLERONE :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol just wanted to remember the convos before I forget haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7815540658469418128?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7815540658469418128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-are-we-punggol-what-isnt-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7815540658469418128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7815540658469418128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-are-we-punggol-what-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6162564642737856701</id><published>2009-02-15T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:25:53.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of insane chords and finger-burning riffs</title><content type='html'>(that's the title because I just finished playing gh3, hands damn numb sey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh I think by the end of this term I'll have mastered the art of shovelling food into my mouth with one hand and writing down stuff with the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that that's basically how I've been studying this entire term, it's quite probable that I will have also gained x kg by the end of this term, where x &gt; 20, because it's becoming a habit for me to eat heavy food while studying. erk. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day yesterday was spent in malaysia. pity that more of my cousins weren't there, though. would have been funner. nevertheless, dinner (at this seaside restaurant in jb, and no pictures, because I'm tired of being a camwhore) was quite entertaining, because of the presence of my two young nephews! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well technically not nephews, because they're my cousin's sons, but I don't know what to call them leh. -.- my cousin decided not to drive into m'sia because he's too noob at driving to know which way is which in jb. haha. he and his family sat in my car for the entire time. so car rides yesterday were accompanied by sheer pandemonium, courtesy of haziq and hariz haha :) who needs to listen to chester bennington screaming away on your mp3 when you have them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're so cute. always fighting tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay I've got to finish my term paper now, goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps hi diwei if you're reading this tmr I will try and irritate the pants off of you, for no particular reason. cheers :D I don't know why I just said that, damn random..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-6162564642737856701?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/6162564642737856701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-insane-chords-and-finger-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6162564642737856701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/6162564642737856701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-insane-chords-and-finger-burning.html' title='of insane chords and finger-burning riffs'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-5544511313056867887</id><published>2009-02-14T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:23:27.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been missing you crazy!</title><content type='html'>had a discussion with frenchmates just now about what ideal qualities my valentine should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that I have a valentine, erm. I just refuse to help revive the economy by getting out there and creating demand for the gift shops and restaurants and what not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;righttttttt&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway well here they are. it's time I moved on sia. wasting my time on that idiot. oh but sorry it's censored! haha  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="c5wp8Uz0" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('c5wp8Uz0')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah maannn :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-5544511313056867887?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/5544511313056867887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-missing-you-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5544511313056867887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/5544511313056867887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-missing-you-crazy.html' title='been missing you crazy!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8727562623970815181</id><published>2009-02-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:45:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a hard candy with a surprise center</title><content type='html'>ooh.. I shouldn't have come online, my headache's coming back with a vengeance. as if it isn't bad enough already that it made me sleep at the specs gal without bothering to move to some other conducive sleeping environment within the school compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first things first.. happy valentine's day :) here's to all the happy couples out there and may yall keep the love alive forever and ever :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now moving on. I watched benjamin button! it's not an awesome movie, but it's good cos it makes you think about stuff. it's very touching the way benjamin gets dementia when he 'ages towards childhood'.. and also when he dies as the newborn in daisy's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course brad pitt looks as roguishly handsome as ever, but I just think cate blanchett looks skeleton-like. O.o but she is pretty in this bony way.. don't know how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's done. now I have to be honest. last night I kinda couldn't go to sleep for about two whole hours because I was thinking about vday stuff, and I was quite depressed because I still haven't found someone special enough.. and more importantly, that no one considers me special enough in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you roll your eyes (x I had some alone time today before watching benjy button, and I realized that it's my own fault that nobody wants to think of me as being someone special, because erm every time someone does that I end up getting pissed off at that person at some point in time. haha. and it's for the simple reason that well erm it's irritating you know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's me, maybe it's their own fault, budden somehow or other the situation can only have two possible resolutions. the first involves me exercising some semblance of patience and empathy, but that almost never works out in any situation.. heh. &gt;&lt; so I end up losing it. and losing it quite badly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second is I just ignore the person because he's not annoying, neither is he someone that I would love to be associated with in that way. in other words, erm I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then I have nobody to blame but myself for not having a blossoming love life right? aiyo. KENTAL TAIK BAKKWA SIAL. hahahaha (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. now I must really go sleep. my eyelids are acting like magnets man, I swear they're so attracted to one another it's insane. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8727562623970815181?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8727562623970815181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-hard-candy-with-surprise-center.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8727562623970815181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8727562623970815181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-hard-candy-with-surprise-center.html' title='like a hard candy with a surprise center'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-1534220308882124269</id><published>2009-02-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:07:13.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that letter you wrote me</title><content type='html'>still smells just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn those sweet memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-1534220308882124269?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1534220308882124269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-letter-you-wrote-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1534220308882124269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1534220308882124269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-letter-you-wrote-me.html' title='that letter you wrote me'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-4472228458527874952</id><published>2009-02-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:01:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomites</title><content type='html'>1. damn, I'm fricking tired. -.- been feeling sick since yesterday, stay away from me compadres..... unless you want an excuse to pon school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2009 is gonna rush past, but somehow each day will seem extremely long to me. don't know how that works. put simply, there's tons of work to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the question of the hour: "why am i not...?" what the question SHOULD BE: "why do I even worry about such a stupid issue?" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to have faith in you but I don't have anything real to put my faith in, but I can't lose what I never had. how hopeless/pathetic is that. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. vday makes me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. why do I always want more than what I already have? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. higher self-esteem is my most important non-academic goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-4472228458527874952?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/4472228458527874952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4472228458527874952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/4472228458527874952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomites.html' title='randomites'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-6204227515557796109</id><published>2009-02-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:33:39.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me like a ray of sun</title><content type='html'>halo is my new favourite song. from beyonce :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'm strangely at peace with myself. just contented for some reason, though I am aware of all my flaws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems this year will be a year that calls for a lot of growing up... well I'm all for it. I want to grow up. quite frankly, I'm dying to grow up. spiritually, mentally, emotionally... I think the reason why I wanna do it is because I wanna navigate myself around the adult world. "adult", actually, because I'm technically not 18 yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the other major issue in my life. ie ALEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRING IT ON, BABY. BRING. IT. ON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahua okay so now moving on :) let's talk about the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first of all, there it goes. flying away in the distance... I wanted to use it to do ihist term paper! at least do the outline, because I don't have the book references yet. and today was the only day left to do it, because saturday one whole day I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after madrasah thought want to go home, then my mum suggested going to labrador park. and then we went to mt faber. and then to vivocity. and then now I'm quite tired and though I already reread my ihist notes, I can't seem to get my brain to churn out anything that has an ounce of intellectual worth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least tomorrow there's econs tuition. at 730, no less. T.T that means a good six hours of rotting in school. I have to go to orchard and run an errand for my dad, but then still got four hours at the least.. should be good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. mcs orientation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn fun eh :) had amazing race, which I honestly thought would be more tiring than fun, but it wasn't so bad. it's fun being the facilitator! cos right, you know all the answers to the clues and the tasks at each station, and the answers all damn lame, so while the poor j1s sweat it out you just RILEK ONE CORNERRRRR.... and laugh at them hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was honestly very fun. my group came in last but that doesn't matter. haha. made a few new friends and hung out with old friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random convo between me and zul. it was the last station ready, marina barrage, and we were supposed to look for wally the water droplet. zul thought it was willy at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z: we supposed to look for willy right? I don't see any willy&lt;br /&gt;s: ..that's kinda sick.&lt;br /&gt;z: ?&lt;br /&gt;s: you know what willy means right?&lt;br /&gt;z: ....yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;s: I see lots of willies, but not The Willy.&lt;br /&gt;z: SICK! eh it's WALLY lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. 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I think this year's talentime was definitely more entertaining than last year's :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at bugis and orchard afters.. and then when everyone left I still hadn't gotten my stuff so I went to far east and looked for it alone. got it, and now I've got zero dollars left in my wallet woohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was so tiring man. I mean not like I played any games at takefive or was so actively involved in any way but just walking around so much takes a toll on your legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes well. it's time to really get down to business. down and DIRTY. ew. ): tmr's gone, so I'll only have sunday to do stuff! stuff as in, homework. the must repulsive word ever known to mankind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind a little bit, it's late and I'm damn tired so I guess I'll turn in now. see you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8397542447341683786?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8397542447341683786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-damn-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8397542447341683786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8397542447341683786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-damn-thing.html' title='the best damn thing!'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-7574579286021020546</id><published>2009-02-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:40:23.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if I wrote you a love note&lt;br /&gt;and made you smile with every word I wrote&lt;br /&gt;would that make you wanna change your scene,&lt;br /&gt;and be the one on my team?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-7574579286021020546?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/7574579286021020546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-wrote-you-love-note-and-made-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7574579286021020546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/7574579286021020546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-wrote-you-love-note-and-made-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2343535581572084542</id><published>2009-02-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:33:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"give me that!" -beats- "ow! what did I just hit?! are you wearing a belt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"huh what's so painful, I've got nothing hard on me now!"&lt;br /&gt;"...stare at me long enough and you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2343535581572084542?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2343535581572084542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-for-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2343535581572084542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2343535581572084542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-for-communication.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-1144244313817665084</id><published>2009-02-03T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:46:40.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"wow they really know how to make up people." &lt;br /&gt;"huh."&lt;br /&gt;"I mean make people up." &lt;br /&gt;"he's not made up what!" &lt;br /&gt;"I mean MAKE-UP PEOPLE!" -points frantically to face-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-1144244313817665084?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/1144244313817665084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/defy-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1144244313817665084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/1144244313817665084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/defy-destiny.html' title=''/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-2503041220225911570</id><published>2009-02-02T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:41:42.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glazed over</title><content type='html'>well I basically have a lot of stuff to do. between seahist outline, math tutorial, reading econs notes, and a whole lot of mugging, I'm not really supposed to be here. but I need the 'emotional release' that venting out my frustrations gives me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus rides are quite hateful sometimes. especially at peak hour. I'm already so tired after staying back late in school, and as if that's not enough, I still have to dread the long commute home. which takes about an hour. one hour of squished discomfort, being tossed around up and down the aisle like a lucky draw coupon in one of those containers where they blow the coupons all around and you stick your hand in and grab a random one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be HALF so bad if people actually smiled or didn't look that grave every time they come home. I swear they all have the same grim looks on their faces all the way home, it rubs off on me know, and I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it really makes me see the monotony of city life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only I was a rich b*tch. I'd have a stretch limo come pick me up every single day after school, complete with a mini-fridge warm velvet seats and a ps3, along with 42-inch plasma tv. THAT WOULD BE THE LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, rant done. :) moving on to happier topics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love again. :) bwahaha well you know what I mean when I say I'm in love. basically I'm infatuated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="WbAlbP6E" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('WbAlbP6E')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'd like to publicly announce the fact that I got a B for gp timed essay assignment. and I'd like to emphasize that I DIDN'T HAVE A SINGLE COUNTERARGUMENT. HOW COOL AM I TO GET A B WITHOUT EVEN HAVING A BALANCED ESSAY. the fact remains that she might have been very lenient indeed, but I'd just like to revel in the moment. she said I drastically improved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha MAN THAT SOUNDS HORRIBLY EGOISTIC. ohwell. maybe I'm a closet egoist, woo. no lah. it's called high self-esteem, didn't you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the other hand, it also goes to show just how often a B comes my way. don't even talk about an A. this is depressing. ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah I'll stop now, it's getting irritating, I know. -.- seahist here I come! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-2503041220225911570?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/2503041220225911570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/glazed-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2503041220225911570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/2503041220225911570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/glazed-over.html' title='glazed over'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8823261597454397216.post-8697899006604729839</id><published>2009-02-01T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:33:03.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twist to fit the mold that I am in</title><content type='html'>yay WOOHOO so I'm not moving to lj after all haha :) evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to password protect my posts! never knew you could do that with blogger :P I'm so glad lahh. you know how frustrating it is to edit lj layouts? omg. or maybe it's just me, but EVEN SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't delete the other blog, though. I just took away the template and replaced it with the 'moved' one. cos I didn't want people going into the archives and being able to read everything I don't want them to, but at the same time I wanted to keep all my posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, currently I know of a certain group of people who are reading my blog without my knowledge, and um frankly, it's embarrassing because well I don't want them to read some of the shit I say here. though I can't really blame them because after all this blog USED to be a public blog. but now it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really anyways. I just don't want the wrong people reading stuff I write when I'm pissed or when I'm emo or stuff. I never thought I'd be the one who'd get into this internet privacy thing and stuff, but well now I am so THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TRYING SNOOPING ON ME, SUCKAS. HAHAHA -maniacal laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know, for everyone who's known me since um sec1 I've changed blogs like a LOT. hahaha which is why I don't really give a hoot whether you want to relink or not, because if I were you I'd be irritated, so there hahaha :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, and I was getting tired of my blogskin and all the needless clicking to do to get to the tagboard and the posts and the links and whatever other shit, so yea I changed it and now it's much more simplified. YAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[plus diwei says that when 'just dance' comes on, and it's the middle of the night, the first few notes sound really scary, which is quite hilarious come to think of it! xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAAAAA MY MAID COOKING SAMBAL ALAMAK. COUGHING LIKE MAD NOW LA AIYO D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now I'm moving on. ask me for the password! cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cNfXmP5F" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('cNfXmP5F')"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823261597454397216-8697899006604729839?l=suntreehoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/feeds/8697899006604729839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/twist-to-fit-mold-that-i-am-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8697899006604729839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823261597454397216/posts/default/8697899006604729839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suntreehoney.blogspot.com/2009/02/twist-to-fit-mold-that-i-am-in.html' title='twist to fit the mold that I am in'/><author><name>aney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00260689385246201885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
