<?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-31804804</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:53:23.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take the lead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-4804603790699467947</id><published>2008-09-26T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:23:01.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stryle"&gt;www.myspace.com/stryle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out the music video I posted on my new blog too :) You will love the song, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4804603790699467947?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4804603790699467947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4804603790699467947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4804603790699467947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4804603790699467947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/09/moved-www.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5123875685768695926</id><published>2008-09-16T14:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:01:28.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOOK LOOK LOOK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9NSi_6BjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ob5XwlWwxtg/s1600-h/n670435804_913215_9029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246497071937750578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9NSi_6BjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ob5XwlWwxtg/s200/n670435804_913215_9029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9NSqKTi-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NvtybD96nbw/s1600-h/n670435804_913222_5126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246497073860414434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9NSqKTi-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NvtybD96nbw/s200/n670435804_913222_5126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing right, (yup I shook hands with Boys Like Girls) Wanqi sent those peektures over, YAY! &amp;amp; I told Bryan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9ReTvh7xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pqqFoiX6AkU/s1600-h/bryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246501672047472402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9ReTvh7xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pqqFoiX6AkU/s200/bryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that his tattoo is awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9ReYzOTAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GxASVbh4vAQ/s1600-h/bryan%27s+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246501673405139970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9ReYzOTAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GxASVbh4vAQ/s200/bryan%27s+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude(ttes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9XdnqrzgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/z4dBflpeNpY/s1600-h/Photo002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246508257285754370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9XdnqrzgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/z4dBflpeNpY/s200/Photo002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(no fullstop ; friendship never ends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5123875685768695926?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5123875685768695926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5123875685768695926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5123875685768695926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5123875685768695926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-look-look-amazing-right-yup-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SM9NSi_6BjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Ob5XwlWwxtg/s72-c/n670435804_913215_9029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-530685778595854056</id><published>2008-09-01T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:36:34.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Who said that its better to have loved and lost? I wished that I had never loved at all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got her Boys Like Girls CD autographed today? Guess who shoke hands with Boys Like Girls today? Guess who got a hug from Martin Johnson today?&lt;br /&gt;-beams-&lt;br /&gt;Awesome today! Currently waiting for this new friend me and Huishan met while queing at Heerens to send photographs over. Talking to that group of funny people sure made waiting a lot shorter :) but hell, I wanted to take photos with Martin Johnson today -pout- why didn't I? YEAH WHY DIDN'T I??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-530685778595854056?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/530685778595854056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=530685778595854056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/530685778595854056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/530685778595854056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-said-that-its-better-to-have-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1728433469630190850</id><published>2008-08-29T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:03:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't what I meant&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can forget&lt;br /&gt;And I can leave all my regrets&lt;br /&gt;Behind tonight&lt;br /&gt;And catch a flight to Boston&lt;br /&gt;And come start a new life&lt;br /&gt;And this time we can do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just come home&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;We could move on somehow&lt;br /&gt;If you could travel all the miles again&lt;br /&gt;If you could just see me now&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have a doubt&lt;br /&gt;We could just start this love all over&lt;br /&gt;And forget the things we know&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaaaarrrtin Johnson! MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1728433469630190850?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1728433469630190850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1728433469630190850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1728433469630190850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1728433469630190850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-i-said-wasnt-what-i-meant-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3174561487529548345</id><published>2008-08-12T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:46:43.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its the sour and the sweet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sheila is a major failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do as well as I expected for Chinese O Levels. Let me face the embarrassment myself, don't ask me how I did. I avoided the canteen the entire of recess, cause I was looking so horrible after all the drama in the MPR. How could I let anyone catch me in such a ugly state? Thank God I had Jacq to give me the BFF hug :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. I just checked my DPA results. Hmmm, let me face the embarrassment myself again, kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like how I told my friends, I ate Pepper Lunch and Subway today, right after each another. I am so born to be a pig. I think I need this : &lt;a href="http://stomachfatisugly.net/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;She had it all figured out. I'll state something rash - She had the most amazing smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3174561487529548345?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3174561487529548345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3174561487529548345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3174561487529548345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3174561487529548345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-sour-and-sweet-today-sheila-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8177794784946108360</id><published>2008-08-07T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:59:37.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-raise eyebrow- Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ʇɐɥʇ ʍouʞ noʎ ˙puǝ ƃuısol ǝɥʇ uo ǝɹ,noʎ (Ooh, so fun right! I can turn them upside down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer! took a sudden liking to Screams this week. So, being its nice owner, I got it an album from a Screaming band. I must not forget that I took 20$ from Gay to buy this album. &amp;amp; Gay must never forget to return the album to me, like how she took my AAR and its not even anywhere near home &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with Jacq tmr morning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I'm 18, I've got the very first day of my 18th year on the Earth planned already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8177794784946108360?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8177794784946108360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8177794784946108360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8177794784946108360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8177794784946108360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/08/raise-eyebrow-are-you-sure-ou-no-pu.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-6116810660235391326</id><published>2008-07-31T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:33:11.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I worry too much sometimes. Other times, I just don't really want to care. (Tongue Tied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is probably how I live. I shall, from today onwards, survive on Marks &amp;amp; Spencer. And crocodile shall stop kissing Gay and lock itself in my cupboard for being so green and heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay came over today ( :D ) &amp;amp; she stole my posters! Now my wall-art looks weird :(&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I welcome compensations in the form of cash cause I'm desperate for this shirt that cost 70bucks and says "American Cancer Society".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, I was it look past the sweat. Better love deserving of." No more Singfest, no more Panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we have the Satire (Crony Number One, aka Hatire), Fatire (Crony Number Two, aka Vatire) &amp;amp; Ratire (Yours sincerely, aka Shetire).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we wish Weetire and Satire wedded bliss in the House Of Wedded Bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-6116810660235391326?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/6116810660235391326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=6116810660235391326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6116810660235391326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6116810660235391326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-worry-too-much-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1236684719881469054</id><published>2008-07-29T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:01:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-blows dust- Ew gross, but that should be how long I left my blogspot all alone (Sorry). Okay, I'm going to make this snappy, cause Trigo and Chem Spa won't wait till past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upcoming events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Singfest (this saturday &amp;amp; sunday) Damn, where is the money I thought I could raise to buy the tickets?&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese O Level Results Day (Choke)&lt;br /&gt;3. English O Level Oral (Double choke)&lt;br /&gt;4. (I think it should appear here) Nike Race aka Boys Like Girls Day. &lt;em&gt;It's over, look out below, I'm wasted, la la la, yeah its so hard to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prelims&lt;br /&gt;6. O Level -GASP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila shall not waste any more time sitting in front of the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1236684719881469054?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1236684719881469054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1236684719881469054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1236684719881469054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1236684719881469054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/07/blows-dust-ew-gross-but-that-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5024894869946204309</id><published>2008-07-09T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:29:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As long as I keep the song playing over and over again, it will never end.&lt;br /&gt;(As long as I keep it all in my head, it'll never be erased.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're still wondering, No I don't, Yes, it's over :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5024894869946204309?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5024894869946204309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5024894869946204309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5024894869946204309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5024894869946204309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-long-as-i-keep-song-playing-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2384208946331438459</id><published>2008-07-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:40:03.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The night is young, we wait for love, upside down we dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At home we sleep, and wait to leave, upside down we dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for letting me know you care (but I know you don't actually).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happens after E Math test? You prepare for your next timed Unseen Prose paper. What happens after Literature? E History Revision Test. Then you go study for tomorrow's A Math and Thursday's Chemistry. (6 tests this week, )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what's going on. After one E Math and one A Math paper, you prepare for the next two. After one Chem, you prepare for Bio, then Chem, then Bio, then Chem, then Bio. SS, History, SS, History, SS, History.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the guy that invented examinations and homework? He/she seriously needs to come tell me why he came up with such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep dreaming upside down, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2384208946331438459?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2384208946331438459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2384208946331438459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2384208946331438459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2384208946331438459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-is-young-we-wait-for-love-upside.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2166925613924422109</id><published>2008-06-25T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:46:20.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When all things go bad, PANIC. (That is, by far, the best you can go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vectors occupied my brain for some 50 minutes today, and some connection error occurred, I blacked out. I'm never going to get my A for A/E Math.&lt;br /&gt;(A and E Math = Accident &amp;amp; Emergency) (A &amp;amp; E = Panic) (Panic = Time to dance)&lt;br /&gt;See, it all sums up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral is tomorrowwwwww. Yet, I can't seem to feel anything at all. Oh well, if life's like that,&lt;em&gt; life's like that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened today. I had the major-est water accident ever, my bottle turned my table a pond during Math this morning. Yes, my number pattern worksheet was all drenched wet :/ Haha, but had a good laugh at myself though, cause it really looked retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Then, halfway through Vectors, &lt;s&gt;I got really popular&lt;/s&gt; someone (Gay) totally shouted my name.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back to practice Chinese oral in the canteen, ended up reading/sleeping/eating and all sorts of nonsense except studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE KILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, give me creative juices of all sorts of flavour, esp strawberry, ty.&lt;br /&gt;(Am I making sense here?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2166925613924422109?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2166925613924422109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2166925613924422109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2166925613924422109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2166925613924422109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-all-things-go-bad-panic.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8459598845565447502</id><published>2008-06-24T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:11:05.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY IS MY BLOGGER ALL IN CHINESE? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It has to be in love with me, because it's trying to help me prepare for oral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, second day of Term 3, and I'd say, SHIT. CAn anyone believe this - 2 tests on the second day of Term 3? And there is definitely a lot more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell's on Friday, haha I remember how I left last year's Farewell before it ended, at 6-ish, to meet Shermaine Thin to let her escort Thy home :D Anyways, I haven't prepared my presents yet &gt;:/ HELP PLEASE, DAD WON'T DRIVE ME TO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;TO BUY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPERATION MOBILE PHONE SHORT MESSAGE SERVICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cancel &lt;/span&gt;all subscriptions to inbox account number 9*****90, because . Try Seventeen Magazine Singapore instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8459598845565447502?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8459598845565447502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8459598845565447502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8459598845565447502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8459598845565447502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-is-my-blogger-all-in-chinese-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3421201961633316283</id><published>2008-06-18T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:17:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow has to be fun, imagine 8 people in a movie theatre :) We'll probably be making all those noise, considering Jubilate, when just 5 of us was noisy enough (We got those evil stares youknow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to work my present from my Gay for my SPENCER!, but its taking too long to load, and I'm getting a little impatient. But I won't waste my time loading I-don't-know-what videos/shows, so I'm here typing awaaaaaaay! I'm starting to suspect that my SPENCER! is a little malnutritioned :( So I just have to keep feeding it with videos/movies. Feed it with less slow songs because it'll probably slow down SPENCER!'s bloodstream (SPENCER!'s my iPod). So I'll have to replace it with more rock/punk etc, right? I'm not a genre person, so. And I love my iPod like crazy, so I just had to name it after my favourite person! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday's pretty much wasted. Despite the fact that school only left me with 2 weeks to attempt revising the entire Sec 3 and 4 syllabus, they had to drop me with truckloads of homework too(NICEEEE). Okay, probably not that much, but still. Something tells me I shouldn't be looking forward to Term 3. And, just a reminder to myself: Chinese Oral starts with the grand opening of Season Term 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gay! HELP! IT'S NOT LOADING. AT ALL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been bad, drink more water. But 'Don't drive drunk',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Two lonely people, must never be together.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Go send your reply to your favourite-est penpal &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3421201961633316283?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3421201961633316283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3421201961633316283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3421201961633316283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3421201961633316283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow-has-to-be-fun-imagine-8-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4444147744601770772</id><published>2008-06-04T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:44:31.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes..."</title><content type='html'>Kyle Patrick :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, JOEY ZEHR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Click Five was AWHSHUME. The highlight of my month of June. Spent it with Huishan, Charmaine and Melanie (Haha, like, two people I don't know? But it was fun!). So, I got separated from them during the concert because I was busy squeezing my way through the crowd to get to the front of the stage. I wanted to be closer to Joey Zehr youknow. And maybe Kyle Patrick too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4444147744601770772?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4444147744601770772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4444147744601770772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4444147744601770772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4444147744601770772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-it-goes-and-so-it-goes-and-so-it.html' title='&quot;And so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes...&quot;'/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4051631206648483768</id><published>2008-05-26T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:08:46.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H-hi, this site is like, ancient. I haven't been using it for one month already! See, self-control. Haha, okay not as if I stayed away from the computer. Anyways, today is my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;-day, because I'm over with Chinese O Levels, and I went shopping in town too, which is really weird (?) because I never liked shopping in town after school.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so no harm right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the paper today, haha I had Jacq's lucky star and the clique's jacket for me with me &lt;s&gt;(and motivation from someone)&lt;/s&gt;, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'm gonna get my A1 :D And thank you Cassandra, for the electronic dictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And town I went! With GAYyyy! Walking around comparing prices of fashion rings, which was haha-hilarious. Wanted to buy jeans from D P , but they didn't have my size (Big butts don't lie, I know) :( Never mind, I'll probably be back during the weekends to make sure I catch the red hot deal. All the way, Sheila :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister -pout- but yay! She'll be back on friday. Too bad there's Jubilate, or I'd go pick her up. And she bought me PRESENTS (its &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, and totally awesome, I bet, though I haven't seen it). Glad to know she's having fun in China with her newly-made Chinese friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To-lly awesome, )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Check yes, Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4051631206648483768?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4051631206648483768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4051631206648483768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4051631206648483768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4051631206648483768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-hi-this-site-is-like-ancient.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1034314117222342173</id><published>2008-04-26T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:38:00.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Project Super Achievers: 4 Charity, 3 Coaches, 2 other classes, 1 common goal - to defeat O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the right brainers, :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnPXlbPYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oThqUlej0vI/s1600-h/Picture+671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193537940270824834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnPXlbPYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oThqUlej0vI/s200/Picture+671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card house, attempt number One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnQ3lbPZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z4-H8OXqUzo/s1600-h/Picture+672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193537966040628626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnQ3lbPZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z4-H8OXqUzo/s200/Picture+672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card house, attempt number Two, and we succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnRnlbPaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9qzyJDgXSrE/s1600-h/Picture+673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193537978925530530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnRnlbPaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9qzyJDgXSrE/s200/Picture+673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream: To open my chain of restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnSHlbPbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/D1yjqFc4_WM/s1600-h/Picture+674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193537987515465138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnSHlbPbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/D1yjqFc4_WM/s200/Picture+674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dream: Reality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnSXlbPcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/90lc0vwFQJA/s1600-h/Picture+677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193537991810432450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnSXlbPcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/90lc0vwFQJA/s200/Picture+677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193539533703691730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMosHlbPdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5JUrxpTaC24/s200/Picture+678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMos3lbPeI/AAAAAAAAANE/uF2NBbIBZr4/s1600-h/Picture+679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193539546588593634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMos3lbPeI/AAAAAAAAANE/uF2NBbIBZr4/s200/Picture+679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193539559473495554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMotnlbPgI/AAAAAAAAANU/c2BYMGxH-Ag/s200/Picture+680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMounlbPhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rB0CaJ9uCxk/s1600-h/Picture+681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193539576653364754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMounlbPhI/AAAAAAAAANc/rB0CaJ9uCxk/s200/Picture+681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqgnlbPiI/AAAAAAAAANk/1451mCIFPBs/s1600-h/Picture+682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541535158451746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqgnlbPiI/AAAAAAAAANk/1451mCIFPBs/s200/Picture+682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqhXlbPjI/AAAAAAAAANs/d1Btakdw1G4/s1600-h/Picture+684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541548043353650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqhXlbPjI/AAAAAAAAANs/d1Btakdw1G4/s200/Picture+684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqhnlbPkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XmV66lUQiv0/s1600-h/Picture+685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541552338320962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqhnlbPkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XmV66lUQiv0/s200/Picture+685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqh3lbPlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WgKBDphGy4g/s1600-h/Picture+688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541556633288274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqh3lbPlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WgKBDphGy4g/s200/Picture+688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqiHlbPmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/daF_7LulgMA/s1600-h/Picture+689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541560928255586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMqiHlbPmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/daF_7LulgMA/s200/Picture+689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG picture(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMriXlbPnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GUAoO2qO2I4/s1600-h/Picture+690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193542664734850674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMriXlbPnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GUAoO2qO2I4/s200/Picture+690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMri3lbPoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fl--trIx8PI/s1600-h/Picture+691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193542673324785282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMri3lbPoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fl--trIx8PI/s200/Picture+691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will walk our talk, and the mahjong papers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our pictures shouts two thousand words :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidetrack: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's the same song, I wanna feel something when I'm tangled inside of your arms. And I will take any high now just to get me through, it's the next best thing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1034314117222342173?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1034314117222342173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1034314117222342173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1034314117222342173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1034314117222342173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/04/project-super-achievers-4-charity-3.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/SBMnPXlbPYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/oThqUlej0vI/s72-c/Picture+671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-8778447272494452294</id><published>2008-04-18T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:50:49.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my O Levels Chinese Prelim Papers today. Like WOW, it was so, . But the coffee was yummy. Huishan is really sick. She took a hotdog, and said it looked like a (I don't have to say it for you to know it right! Hint: a body part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamnhippo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hamnhippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got my shoes done today, thanks Steph! I asked for a Superman design, and they did an awesome job! Go visit their site, they're really good at the designs :) Gossiped a litle with them and Jodie after school too, hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Novena after school with Gay(!), spent the afternoon at Donut Factory. I swear, I'm going to kill my Gay cause now, she knows my deepest darkest secret. I can't believe I actually told her, she laughed at me okay -pout- :(&lt;br /&gt;Saw SHERMAINETHIN(!) after walking out of DoFact. I went "SHERMAINE THIN!" when I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Left Nov, and went off to meet Huishan again. Saw a potential eyecandy on the bus, with a very awesome shade of brown hair. And no, not a beng.&lt;br /&gt;Met Huishan at Macs, had fries and we talked. Huishan gave me a shock when she said that she's going to send a message to the MacDonalds chat thing. And I was like, yeah and say that Sheila rocks okay. She gave me an even bigger shock when she said "Yeah, okay. -types messages- S* rocks." We tried to wait for her message to appear, but not the "S* rocks" one, cause she typed in something else. Laughed at a lot of people in Macs too, like this gayguyvoice and another funnyaccentman. Went home, got really angry at my brother cause he dropped my DoFact on the floor :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Lit Sem tomorrow. 830 to 1330. The bright side: FREE LUNCH. Seductive right? (Hi Jacq, stay healthy for our after-lit-sem talk. I feel like I've haven't seen you for a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probly the longest post so far after so long. And I feel like my words and sentenses are really awkward. Must be the lack of blogspot writing. But its not my fault that my Internet is so screwed now right! Okay, I'm going to start killing the air now -karate chop-&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I need to buy new pair(s) of slippers (so I can buy MORE &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;flipflops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;without feeling any pinches). And please hope with me that when I step outside tomorrow, it'll rain money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8778447272494452294?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8778447272494452294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8778447272494452294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8778447272494452294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8778447272494452294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-evil-took-over-world.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7811516977311707059</id><published>2008-04-15T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:22:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I admit it, I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;Peel the lids back from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From outer space, it all looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;You can't see just how pretty you are.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to lower your guard&lt;br /&gt;You're an angel in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;So stand up singing,&lt;br /&gt;If you can see through this hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;In a symphony of freaks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O Levels, people are counting down already. Evil :E&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7811516977311707059?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7811516977311707059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7811516977311707059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7811516977311707059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7811516977311707059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-i-admit-it-i-am-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2493640918256567296</id><published>2008-03-13T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:20:01.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MacDonalds and chips make my holidays a lot bearable (I'm kind of grounded here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello world, Sheila is turning from a pig to a fat pig. Yay me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2493640918256567296?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2493640918256567296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2493640918256567296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2493640918256567296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2493640918256567296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/03/macdonalds-and-chips-make-my-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-6888446007493492445</id><published>2008-03-11T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:05:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March Holidays, makes me feel kind of stupid actually.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I've got start paying my own bills soon :( I shall start locking myself in my room so I won't have to head out and start spending money. PRETZELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Few more days to Term 2, a few more weeks to my birthday, a few weeks to Term 3, a few months to Prelims, a few more months to O Levels. See how time is going to fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for buying Fiesta tickets from me, you're the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-6888446007493492445?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/6888446007493492445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=6888446007493492445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6888446007493492445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6888446007493492445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sorry-too.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1211792149918665523</id><published>2008-02-15T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:46:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blog, long time no see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Gay's birthday. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to annoy Valencia today by blowing into her ear (after eating garlic chili :D). Haha she got annoyed. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha they two make my day. And I'm going to call us The Backyardigans, like the Cartoon Network show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I missed 3 people. I missed somebody, and I missed another-body, and I missed my ahma.&lt;br /&gt;(I hate the fact that I might be starting to forget who you are. I don't want it to be just another story.)&lt;br /&gt;"What done is done." quotes Valencia, quotes The Whale Rider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1211792149918665523?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1211792149918665523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1211792149918665523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1211792149918665523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1211792149918665523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-blog-long-time-no-see-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-377982094833588439</id><published>2008-01-23T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:12:46.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I can’t take another day without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause, baby, I could never make it on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I've been waiting so long just to hold you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And to be back in your arms where I belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't always find the words to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But everything I've ever known gets swept away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Inside of your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And everything I have in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;All that I'll ever be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It could all fall down around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Just as long as I have you right here by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello scar, why haven't you faded? Well, whether you like it or not, you'll still be replaced one day. And till that day, I'll just be as disgusted/as disgusted/as disgusted/missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to Chinese New Year, but I'm not going to be celebrating it. I'll be leaving for a Yoga retreat. No, kidding. I'm going on a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-377982094833588439?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/377982094833588439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=377982094833588439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/377982094833588439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/377982094833588439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-take-another-day-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4382076711214331841</id><published>2008-01-14T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:38:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEMISTRY TEST, EWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally can't wait to pass my test, so I can give myself and JY an icecream treat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I really don't know who to sell Fiesta tickets to. Asked 24hour bestfriend, but he bought from someone else already :( So mean leh, what kind of bestfriend is that :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mug mug mug mug mug, chem suck. Haha, thanks Vivian and Valencia for helping me with chem, and JY for tutoring me! I want that B4, then a B3, then an A2 and my A1 :DDD (Note to self: Every A equals S$100 :D) GO SHEILAAAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4382076711214331841?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4382076711214331841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4382076711214331841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4382076711214331841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4382076711214331841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/01/chemistry-test-ewwwww_14.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-6192039544166272133</id><published>2008-01-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:29:48.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEMISTRY TEST, EWWWWW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-6192039544166272133?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/6192039544166272133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=6192039544166272133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6192039544166272133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6192039544166272133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/01/chemistry-test-ewwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-763256194246503815</id><published>2008-01-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:27:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I really shouldn't be typing further, cause I have lots of work to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Gosh, I don't think I'm going to cope well with 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2008 started with a very bad start. First of all, I lost someone really important to me, someone who laughs at all the jokes I say, someone who is always there for me. Watching someone you really love growing from someone very strong and cheerful to someone who is so weak she doesn't even have to strength to smile, its really very painful. But at least, she won't have to be suffering the pain anymore. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought things were going to end the moment 2007 was over, I really did. But obviously, I was wrong. I never thought things would come to such a step, but then again, maybe I shouldn't have ran away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-763256194246503815?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/763256194246503815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=763256194246503815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/763256194246503815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/763256194246503815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-shouldnt-be-typing-further.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5416468898075729472</id><published>2007-12-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:42:18.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat. Everything's going to slow down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is a bad influence -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;She has already brought me to Bits And Pieces twice this week to pierce our ears. &amp;amp; she says she will sponsor two tattoos after I graduate from Poly/University. Bwahhhh she is such a bad influence :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 23 more days to Christmas, 30 more days to first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I've completed in my homework list is my social studies paper. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more holes on my left will make a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;. Wheeeeeeeee, 1 more will equals to a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow! :D&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm really glad that my parents are rather okay with tattoos and piercings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;At the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;You are never coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5416468898075729472?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5416468898075729472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5416468898075729472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5416468898075729472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5416468898075729472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/12/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8163387903567095257</id><published>2007-11-30T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:55:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So close, and still so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my two front teeth(&lt;s&gt;:D&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its a pen and an empty paper. &amp;amp;That pen is not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8163387903567095257?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8163387903567095257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8163387903567095257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8163387903567095257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8163387903567095257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-close-and-still-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5624751346067615922</id><published>2007-11-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:23:32.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Hero today with Cassandra. But I can't understand all the jap and all, although the show was quite good. Today made me realise that I haven't stepped into PlazaSing for a very very long time. But yay! Today I walked round and round the marketplace and wasn't so tempted into buying everything that is edible there :) Haha &amp;amp; I nearly spent money on miso soup base and mushroom soup in Carrefour today :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JACQ, YOU MUST COME MARKETPLACE WITH ME OKAY! GOT LOTS OF GOOD FOOD. AND PASTA MANIA TOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha :D Pasta Mania is a must-go with Tension!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked yesterday. Haha! I named my cakes after the song titles that were playing on radio while I was glazing them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0bS9U-w7rI/AAAAAAAAAME/_evvbU5WaI0/s1600-h/Picture+657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136024376108445362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0bS9U-w7rI/AAAAAAAAAME/_evvbU5WaI0/s200/Picture+657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is called Hero/Heroine :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0bS90-w7sI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQME3Lnfs_Q/s1600-h/Picture+658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136024384698379970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0bS90-w7sI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uQME3Lnfs_Q/s200/Picture+658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this is called Beautiful Girls :/ :/ :/ :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are not pretty I know. But everyone loved it. &amp;amp; Grandmum said that my baking is getting better :DDDD Hahahahahahahhahahhahahahahha :) &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupp yupp, I want a sleepover at my house with Tension! But if you all are really coming, you all need to help me clear up my room okay. Y'all can't say no anyway, cause unless you all clear my room, y'all won't have anywhere to sleep. HAHAHAHA much love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5624751346067615922?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5624751346067615922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5624751346067615922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5624751346067615922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5624751346067615922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-watched-hero-today-with-cassandra.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0bS9U-w7rI/AAAAAAAAAME/_evvbU5WaI0/s72-c/Picture+657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-512461603372404444</id><published>2007-11-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:35:38.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's whats going on. I heart 7 levels &amp;amp; I heart Yellows 07. But then they said they said yeyou this year not scary at all :((((( But never mind, it was fun though. Me and Serene and Yiling were at the roof garden from 8 till 10. Haha I thought I would get nervous and frightened and stuff, but haha I wasn't! But OMG!, my back ache was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to say, lights out time was really really fun. Me, Valencia, Vivian, Serene, Jiexin and Kally played cards in the dark and in our sleeping bags. Haha so we were all in our own sleeping bags and we had one or two torches next to us while playing cards, and that was like not allowed. My my, aren't we smart :) We managed to play two rounds without getting caught! &amp;amp; despite the hard floor and super cold aircon, I managed to dream a dream. But there was also one time I woke up telling myself that I had to look for this something I don't even know. Weird, it managed to give me the chills for a while. But here are pictures anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19November2007 - Yeyou'07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu50-w7mI/AAAAAAAAALc/cbpAHMDr4fI/s1600-h/SANY0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135281046118526562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu50-w7mI/AAAAAAAAALc/cbpAHMDr4fI/s200/SANY0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu6U-w7nI/AAAAAAAAALk/qJ219G-jDt4/s1600-h/SANY0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135281054708461170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu6U-w7nI/AAAAAAAAALk/qJ219G-jDt4/s200/SANY0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu60-w7oI/AAAAAAAAALs/8mdqQMEXEOc/s1600-h/SANY0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135281063298395778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu60-w7oI/AAAAAAAAALs/8mdqQMEXEOc/s200/SANY0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qs_U-w7cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/17jIrPB1EHI/s1600-h/19112007427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135278941584551362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qs_U-w7cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/17jIrPB1EHI/s200/19112007427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu9E-w7pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gSmD4b3KqhE/s1600-h/SANY0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135281101953101458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu9E-w7pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gSmD4b3KqhE/s200/SANY0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QwaU-w7qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gqq_ut8Ab8Y/s1600-h/SANY0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135282703975902882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QwaU-w7qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gqq_ut8Ab8Y/s200/SANY0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honghwee's birthday @ NewYork. I know I promised to post them like long ago, but haha better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;09November2007 - HongHwee's birthday @ NYNY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qs_k-w7dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oG-ejxmEJOg/s1600-h/Sexaye060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135278945879518674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qs_k-w7dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oG-ejxmEJOg/s200/Sexaye060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qtl0-w7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k-GUn4h2_ng/s1600-h/Sexaye063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279603009515026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qtl0-w7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k-GUn4h2_ng/s200/Sexaye063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QtmE-w7iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3yToSF4Y5rg/s1600-h/Sexaye065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279607304482338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QtmE-w7iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3yToSF4Y5rg/s200/Sexaye065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QtmU-w7jI/AAAAAAAAALE/r1A8zHgiIuc/s1600-h/Sexaye065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279611599449650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QtmU-w7jI/AAAAAAAAALE/r1A8zHgiIuc/s200/Sexaye065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qtmk-w7kI/AAAAAAAAALM/v_-aIzq8bAQ/s1600-h/Sexaye066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279615894416962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qtmk-w7kI/AAAAAAAAALM/v_-aIzq8bAQ/s200/Sexaye066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QtAE-w7fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IUgtGt-hf2U/s1600-h/Sexaye062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135278954469453298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0QtAE-w7fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IUgtGt-hf2U/s200/Sexaye062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qtm0-w7lI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ut6RpOfLs6U/s1600-h/Sexaye067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279620189384274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qtm0-w7lI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ut6RpOfLs6U/s200/Sexaye067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qs_0-w7eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hpXj0te3pGk/s1600-h/Sexaye061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135278950174485986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qs_0-w7eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hpXj0te3pGk/s200/Sexaye061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry if I'm not what you want me to be, but thats just it. You've got to accept me the way I am. I won't change just for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-512461603372404444?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/512461603372404444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=512461603372404444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/512461603372404444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/512461603372404444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-whats-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/R0Qu50-w7mI/AAAAAAAAALc/cbpAHMDr4fI/s72-c/SANY0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-6148517771010828490</id><published>2007-11-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:36:29.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye semester two. Holidays starts today, but the real holiday is going to be really far away. Ha, this is so not as relaxing as I thought it would be. Stress kinds of build up you know, don't laugh its true, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP'S ON MONDAY! YELLOWS, WHEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a hair cut. Snip snip snip. My sister said there's not much of a difference :( But its okay, at least I know there is :) &amp;amp; I think it looks really cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can I open up your eyes? Only when the clouds break? Can I feel alive? Even though the world shakes. Every night,You're my quiet satellite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can I hold you close? Do her out of focus. And everything I know I don't even notice. When it all falls through,I'm here and I hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Neon green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bright orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bright yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine those colours on your fingernails. Haha, I see before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly went movie-watching with Valencia today, but there was no show. So we went to Macs. Haha, Valencia is mean :'( She pushed me today :( But she is still my friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOO, I remember I said that I would go pierce my ear again today, but I didn't. Never mind, there is always another time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't know when is the right time to talk to you. But goodbye, all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read someone's blog, but throughout it all, the only sentence that went through my head was, 'Stop crying bitch.' Cause I read stuffs, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Whee. First time I felt so useless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not attracting your attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-6148517771010828490?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/6148517771010828490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=6148517771010828490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6148517771010828490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6148517771010828490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/bye-semester-two.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2601920477102957653</id><published>2007-11-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:06:14.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I won't mistake you for problems with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I won't let my moods ruin this, you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I won't take everything good and move it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I won't be left dancing alone to songs from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Would you stay home and keep our memories warm with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Would you give all your love for a run at the past with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I don't want to be left alone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 more days to byebye school. Then one and a half month later, 2007 is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA camp's on the 19th, super fast. But I'm actually looking forward to it, the night trail and all. And seniors will be coming back :) Yay! I'm not sure if all the Bread greys are coming back or not, but I'm definitely hopeful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to redecorate my bedroom. Hah, I want to paint a silhouette and paste photographs all over. Haha not exactly all over all over, but just the portion where my study table is. So I can feel motivated to study :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha mummy allows me to go church now :) Yupp, so I wanna thank SHIAK and Marrr for helping me and stuff. And speaking of my best-est best friend SHIAK, I just want to tell her that YAY! I LOVE YOU &lt;3 You have to be happy when you read this okay? SHIAK is very nice, cause she bought me donuts, strawberry one some more. STRAWBERRY KILLS ME LIKE SUPER HOT STILETTOS. Huishan (I prefer Huishan to SHIAK, :/), you are brave and strong, and don't need anyone to complete you. Although what I just said has nothing to do with whatever, but still :D ni shi wo de very best peng you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Hichew :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Baby I don't want to waste another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Keeping it inside it's killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you (to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm wishing I could find the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Baby I would tell you every time you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm inconsolable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2601920477102957653?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2601920477102957653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2601920477102957653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2601920477102957653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2601920477102957653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wont-mistake-you-for-problems-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-405859949990001722</id><published>2007-11-08T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:48:18.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How fast, school's going to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, NEW YORK! Yay, we haven't been on a clique dinner for soooooo long, ohmygosh, it feels like I'm growing super old. Old = mature, right. Some more mummy says that all the clothes I bought today are mature. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill is sedap. Now I'm saving up for Season 2 and 3. Yippee :) Everyone should watch it. I bought it for Chad Michael Murray, but his brother Nathan in the show is hot too. I just realised that. He gets hotter as the show goes actually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family lunch today was really awesome. Never had such family-fun for a very long time. And the family is really the entire family, like 20 odd of us. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Stardust today too :D Whoopi (Goldberg)! Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-405859949990001722?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/405859949990001722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=405859949990001722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/405859949990001722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/405859949990001722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-fast-schools-going-to-close.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7242282135630790951</id><published>2007-11-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:00:51.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH I was trying so hard to do something about my new blog skin and I'm like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to wake up at 0515 tomorow :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7242282135630790951?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7242282135630790951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7242282135630790951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7242282135630790951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7242282135630790951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhh-i-was-trying-so-hard-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2137045665683262101</id><published>2007-10-30T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:52:50.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It doesn't count if you just say it, but its also a matter about trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes its not that things are way too blurred, but that you just don't even try at all to even understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It doesn't always have to be someone else's fault, it could be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Break a leg, Sheila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The menu for today is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirited Away &amp;amp; 霍元甲.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha) Thats what we did in school today. &amp;amp; that is why I'm home early today :) Dad is on his way home now (three cheers!). YAY, no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP on saturday morning, OSIM thing. Hahah like last year :) How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Three Charity higher chinese people (Lijie, Faith, Steph and Jodie especially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to Jacq, Mingee, Yuensin, HongHwee, Kally, Vivian. You are all loved by me and me only &lt;3 You all can do it! Pasta Mania soon okay? And Plaza Sing too :) Wheeeeeeeeee, holidays with you all are going to be a total blast! Although I suppose there will be lots of paperwork for us, OH AND YEYOU TOO! Hahaha awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2137045665683262101?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2137045665683262101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2137045665683262101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2137045665683262101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2137045665683262101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-doesnt-count-if-you-just-say-it-but.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7005953632794003182</id><published>2007-10-28T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:05:14.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’m holding on your rope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I’m hearing what you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I just can’t make a sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You tell me that you need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then you go and cut me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha, as if everything is really that easy. But if thats the way you want it, then fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School decided not to give us our PPR until the coming friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to persuade my mum to let me do online shopping yesterday. I saw all those really pretty tops and pants and jeans that are really cheap, but she just keeps thinking that it isn't safe to shop online :/ Never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is getting really twisted now. I just don't understand her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huishan, I sent in my application form yesterday know. Have you? I can't bear to go on a trip alone :(&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me and Huishan, we are going to be really kind people. We are signing up for mission trip! Haha we are cool and nice people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's back on tomorrow. And Sherbelle got no school. Shawn's lessons are like nothing at all. Mummy is not working (!!!). Dad's overseas but working. So me and DaddySeah (how I call him sometimes :D) are the only hard working people, unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7005953632794003182?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7005953632794003182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7005953632794003182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7005953632794003182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7005953632794003182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-holding-on-your-rope-got-me-ten-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1359727540261433991</id><published>2007-10-24T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:29:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, we are getting our PPR back on friday. Sucks right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a wand, I'll give magical confidence boost to 3C. We are so going to Sec 4 prom 08 together as a whole class. 3C ALL THE WAYYYYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, THERE YOU ARE. I see you already, stop it with whatever you are doing. I'm confused enough. Can you like totally feel my excitement? I'm being sarcastic here, just in case you haven't realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend, think positively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I hear your name, it's not the same. No matter what they say, I'm not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1359727540261433991?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1359727540261433991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1359727540261433991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1359727540261433991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1359727540261433991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-we-are-getting-our-ppr-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2098819161537915152</id><published>2007-10-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:18:13.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIE ONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are much loved!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2098819161537915152?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2098819161537915152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2098819161537915152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2098819161537915152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2098819161537915152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-natalie-ong-you-are-much.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5211979509932902928</id><published>2007-10-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:10:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOMG! is like so ZOMG!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? I haven't done my customized blog skin yet, and dad is currently helping my with my pullover. My wallet is shrinking too, and I haven't even bought my Eclipse yet. I went out yesterday thinking that I would buy a new purse, and although I saw one really cute and sweet one I didn't buy it. I want to be old enough to earn my own money, then I'll be free to go out and buy anything I want with a card. Haaaaa that seems really far from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like making baked rice, but those online recipes are just not good enough. They have stuffs like Baked rice with almonds, baked brown rice, baked rice pudding (EW). WOW, really appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat's birthday is on its way and I haven't got money to get her present :/ How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just remembered. That my entire Season 1 to 3 of OTH depends very much on dad now. He's helping me get it :D &amp;amp; I watched The Notebook last night/this morning. I watched it over midnight la actually. Its very NC16, &lt;em&gt;it is&lt;/em&gt; NC16. But the last part was just so sad I cried. Quite badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how could you? How could you say stuffs like that? How could you just shrug it off like as if nothing happened? How could you, walk away like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, I miss some two body. Krisshes, where art thou? C-A-M-M-Y, lets go out again :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, I'm listening to all those songs that I've haven't listen for years. Its quite a great feeling to be listening to them all over again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for tomorrow,    .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5211979509932902928?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5211979509932902928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5211979509932902928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5211979509932902928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5211979509932902928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/zomg-is-like-so-zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2903675584816959831</id><published>2007-10-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:18:27.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot, and I think I'm starting to not know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels, to watch everything fly past you and you just don't know how to slow things down at all? Yeah, I think thats what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When our worlds collide, breathe deep and hold on tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was also feeling really tired today. Got scolded for nothing :( its like no matter how hard I try, I'm just never good enough. I was there for you every single time, but where were you when I needed help? You run away everytime, and I never once blamed you. But its tiring okay, to be there everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When the dream dissolves I open up my eyes. I realize that everything is shoreless sea. A weightlessness is passing over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, exams are over. And now I'm constantly being pressured by mummy to study hard and prepare for the big Os. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who notices when I'm faking my smiles? Well, lets just say no one is really smart enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2903675584816959831?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2903675584816959831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2903675584816959831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2903675584816959831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2903675584816959831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-thinking-lot-and-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-133769271897706636</id><published>2007-10-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:37:48.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To say that I don't care at all may not be as easy as what it really seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts, really. But people always grow stronger because they've been through things like these. I'll wait for my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess, its really time to say goodbye. To this year (soon), and to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching terribly now. Its so bad that I'm walking at a much slower pace. My voice is starting to sound weird cause I think Sore Throat is paying me a visit for screaming so much today. Well well, ThreeCharity did well today :) Although we are just one place behind 2nd, it was a really good fight. And Captain's was very exciting too. Honestly, I never played so well before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon myself, walking to the CC to get really pissed by the cleaner who demanded that I couldn't sit on the floor cause it was raining. So I walked to the swings and had some quality time with myself. But the rain started getting heavier so I had to go somewhere else. Then I walked and walked and walked and walked back home. The feeling was kind of great actually, cause there's only me and myself. Everyone should try that one day, walking along some quiet road and at the same time, processing some thoughts in your brain. It doesn't help much in making things better, but its just comfortable, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jessie, I'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gardenia Tree is not there anymore. I mean, it is still there literally, but the wrappers are gone. Things do change right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I just realised that the lyrics below, as in, in the previous post, is kind of screwed. But heck, its a nice song anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my supper (wonder when mum's coming home) and I want to watch Ghost Whisperer nowwwwwwwww. I'm so going to buy the entire season and all. My mum loves it too (tell me more about surprises man)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm going to get muffin trays tomorrow, so I can bake my muffins on sunday/monday :) See now I'm working on this 'project' kind of thing to make my kitchen a much better place for baking :) Considering that my kitchen is rather pathetic cause mum seldom cook anymore, this makeover is kind of important to me. I feel like smashing watermelons now :/ And papayas too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-133769271897706636?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/133769271897706636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=133769271897706636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/133769271897706636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/133769271897706636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-say-that-i-dont-care-at-all-may-not.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8601824559465216992</id><published>2007-10-11T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:27:34.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If the heart is always searching,&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever find a home?&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that someone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;To be with you again?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a day without you here,&lt;br /&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;More and more, I start to realize,&lt;br /&gt;I can reach my tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can hold my head high,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because you're by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna let you go, cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8601824559465216992?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8601824559465216992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8601824559465216992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8601824559465216992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8601824559465216992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-heart-is-always-searching-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3887306038660477020</id><published>2007-10-09T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:30:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHH, CSI on channel five, is like so, I-can't-understand at all. Okay, maybe because I was using the comp and watching the TV at the same time so I wasn't exactly concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I had my last paper today. Uhhuh uhhuh, it wasn't too bad, but I'm probably not getting my distinction :( come to think of it, I made a lot of careless mistakes throughout the paper. But, I still had my celebrations, with Huishan and Nat. We caught a movie at Cine, walked to Heeren, then Paragon then Far East. So in other words, we walked a hell lot today.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, we are still all going Vivo tomorrow to continue the whole celebration thing :D Yay to Vivo :D Oh, and with Jessie too :D I can't wait, cause I'm going to get my shorts tomorrow, YAY :) Like, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then we saw Beckie and that whole gang at Cine, and we are going to Sentosa during the holidays. Yepp, its going to be something worth looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, and Huishan said I have to mention Toys R Us. Haha we totally had our fun in TRU. The mega-size bears, the yellow mee, the &lt;s&gt;squishy&lt;/s&gt; stress balls, what else? I can't think of anything else now. And ahhh, Muji, so embarrassing can. Okay, I don't feel like writing the whole story out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, saw Jiafeng in HMV, saw tuition friends Shawn and Joel, on the way towards Paragon. Haha, Jiafeng makes my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is such a long post. And I'm feeling kind of tired. Hah, I think I'll just go get my Red Tears before heading to bed. Its a nice book, so I'm like recommending it to people. But only those that &lt;s&gt;self harm&lt;/s&gt; are emo. This book just writes everything that you are thinking and it just totally read my mind and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love (as usual), I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got disgusted by my scars the other day. I still am today. But this isn't going to change anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But everything is only a matter of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll run far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need to take a holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(Do you still remember?)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3887306038660477020?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3887306038660477020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3887306038660477020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3887306038660477020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3887306038660477020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/wahh-csi-on-channel-five-is-like-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4976122476976240802</id><published>2007-10-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:34:16.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a cute brother :D except that he is a little gay :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lovely bestfriend called Huishan, who gave me this huge bar of dark chocolate with peppermint and who forgot that I never liked dark chocolate. And, I just had my fun finishing it like yesterday. If I remembered correctly, she gave it to me in Term 1 or something :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another lovely bestfriend called Jacq, whose message I shall reply now :) Oops. Lets go shopping together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a _____, who is __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone really cool and nice and nice and everything called Nat. She makes me happy cause I laughed when she told me about the couple with the hair-on-the-chest situation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm just too bored cause I'm actually writing this kind of post. I don't usually go around doing these. Someone, I think, tried to cause troubles today. And that person invited two fire engines, some police cars and lots and lots of kpo neighbours (me&amp;amp;my brother, and many many others).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I need to study some history now :((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4976122476976240802?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4976122476976240802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4976122476976240802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4976122476976240802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4976122476976240802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-cute-brother-d-except-that-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8512609322856237048</id><published>2007-10-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:25:50.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TWO MORE PAPERS TO GO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to customize my blog layout. I want to customize a sweater. I want everything customized. And I'm going to get it all after my exams (YAY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, no more exams means more baking :D, more shopping :DD, and more sleep :DDD! Gahhh, I'm so looking forward to Tuesday. I don't care, I want Pizza Hut after tuesday's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to mention studying with Jessie(!!), Beckie, Jennifer, Qimin and Dawn this week. It was really entertaining. Jessie and I had our fun, making lots and lots of faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RwZCOmWumkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6Rz_p9QjulY/s1600-h/Sexaye044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117850845134625346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RwZCOmWumkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6Rz_p9QjulY/s200/Sexaye044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, hello Jessie :) "Wo yao chi jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" and "weisemo" haha, love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towning with Huishan and Jessie was fun too &lt;3 Yay it was like, back to civilisation, or somewhere near there. It was like, ahhh finally. I can't like explain explain that feeling, it was just way better than studying till midnight and getting super scared to fail XXX paper. But, there's still 2 more papers :( Ahh, I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8512609322856237048?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8512609322856237048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8512609322856237048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8512609322856237048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8512609322856237048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-more-papers-to-go-d-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RwZCOmWumkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6Rz_p9QjulY/s72-c/Sexaye044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-2650127933436902332</id><published>2007-09-28T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:44:40.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I do for you, you don't see it. The worst part is that you mistake everything as a game I'm playing. Why do you believe in what those people say? What do they know, they are not me so they don't know whats in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rvz2-WWumjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WwURd8L3ZNs/s1600-h/Sexaye031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115234827799271986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rvz2-WWumjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WwURd8L3ZNs/s200/Sexaye031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its only you I have in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What have I done? You seem to move on easy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2650127933436902332?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2650127933436902332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2650127933436902332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2650127933436902332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2650127933436902332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-do-for-you-you-dont-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rvz2-WWumjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WwURd8L3ZNs/s72-c/Sexaye031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-2986044960861565704</id><published>2007-09-22T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:47:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've got this really really silly habit - I read my passwords out loud in front of everybody. Like that day I read out my phone's security password aloud while keying it. So I read the first two letters and thats when I realised I was reading my password for everyone to hear. &amp;amp; my smart bestfriend immediately shouted out my password :/ Haha, she is so my bestfriend. She even knows what my password is even if I only read 2 out of 5 letters. I read out my password for my blogger to my fellow sitting partners aka Huishan and Nat and Lijie (if she was there at that time) unintentionally. Shooooots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And when the stars fall, I will lie awake.&lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Thursday, I cried.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I don't have a single clue about why you are ignoring me like this. I thought we were friends again. You're still my friend, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, in another 5 days time, excluding today, is the day I'll start dying :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'll be really greatful if they will let me have the computer for &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; five minutes." How I love riciting this over and over again with Sng Jiafeng. Gnehaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had two teddy bears, I'll give one to you like how I promised I will. The other one shall have fun sitting on my bed with my croc and being given your name. I decided, I will name my croc Mister Croc, cause I really can't think of any other names. So much for my creativity and originality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2986044960861565704?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2986044960861565704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2986044960861565704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2986044960861565704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2986044960861565704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-ive-got-this-really-really-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1973246775841253051</id><published>2007-09-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:01:23.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Envelopes, letters sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Times we laughed &amp; danced in steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything isn't what I think is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Who do you bloody think you are anyway?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1973246775841253051?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1973246775841253051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1973246775841253051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1973246775841253051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1973246775841253051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/09/envelopes-letters-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7635381735223337552</id><published>2007-09-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:29:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fisherman(szxsz) knows what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was how we had our fun, the superman stints and stuff. &amp; the flying, &amp;amp; the wolverine. Yeah, we shouldn't care about what they say, cause thats just the way we play (okay, totally rhymes). YAY, see you on saturday :) It's our back-to-childhood day (although it wasn't really too long ago)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7635381735223337552?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7635381735223337552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7635381735223337552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7635381735223337552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7635381735223337552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/09/fishermanszxsz-knows-what-you-said.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8527355432859750361</id><published>2007-09-08T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:51:26.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RuIOGTAHaII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oChAupvJLL0/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107660428734326914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RuIOGTAHaII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oChAupvJLL0/s200/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I just hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That if you say (if you say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Goodbye today (goodbye today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'd ask you to be true (cause I'd ask you to be true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahma, I miss you. Get well really soon. I'll bake many cakes for you :) But please get well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8527355432859750361?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8527355432859750361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8527355432859750361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8527355432859750361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8527355432859750361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-i-just-hope-you-know-that-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RuIOGTAHaII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oChAupvJLL0/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-8996334114071672993</id><published>2007-08-24T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:49:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's doing it, so I'm doing it too:&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm going to really draw "STUDY, SHEILA!" on mahjong paper and paste it in every corner of my room, the way Jessie does, except that she only has one. Anyway, me and Jessie got our math graded back today and were both reminded of this funny answer we gave for this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What are the two strategies the player in the winning position must employ to ensure a win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. Think very hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that was our answer. Haha, that got us laughing really hard when we got our papers back :D YAY, I love my Jia-Sai, Jessie &lt;3456&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby just say goodnight, I'll be gone tomorrow. Baby just close your eyes, I can't take the sorrow. Baby just walk away, you know I can't stay. There's no easy way to say goodbye, so baby just say goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby don't say goodbye, baby just close your eyes. And dream, tomorrow's on its way. So just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8996334114071672993?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8996334114071672993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8996334114071672993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8996334114071672993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8996334114071672993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/everyones-doing-it-so-im-doing-it-too.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3267468493110510761</id><published>2007-08-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:26:43.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think, I'm going to get my stomach really upset sooner or later. Like as if dinner is not enough, I still have to further push my stomach into accepting rojak(with youtiao!!) and one cup-full of strawberry yogurt drink. At first I thought I was going to throw up after pouring one whole cup of yogurt drink after feeling oh-so bloated, but I'm still good :) In fact, I think I want more STRAWBERRY! yogurt drink.&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered someone telling me she isn't a strawberry person, I can't remember who. But HELLYOU la, strawberries are so lovely. I think I shall starting growing strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ivillage.com/gardening/containergardens/0,,8zjg,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Grow Strawberries in Containers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether the weather here is suitable or not, but I don't care. I just want to do what I like :D No wait, I think I'll plant it at Huishan's neighbour's house, cause Huishan keeps saying that he uses animal dung as fertilisers. And I need fertilisers to grow my strawberries. So, instead of making my house smell like zoo, I might as well get him to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's as promised, Kaili (I'm sorry about chinese remedial, really D:) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcwjAHaEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SgxEpUzUER8/s1600-h/Picture+645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099654510910335042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcwjAHaEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SgxEpUzUER8/s200/Picture+645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcxDAHaFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xr1clKd8FQU/s1600-h/Picture+652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099654519500269650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcxDAHaFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xr1clKd8FQU/s200/Picture+652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcxTAHaGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZLAaMht0VDk/s1600-h/Picture+646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099654523795236962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcxTAHaGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZLAaMht0VDk/s200/Picture+646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcxjAHaHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RId9lJKz54g/s1600-h/Picture+656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099654528090204274" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcxjAHaHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RId9lJKz54g/s200/Picture+656.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello, I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3267468493110510761?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3267468493110510761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3267468493110510761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3267468493110510761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3267468493110510761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-going-to-get-my-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RsWcwjAHaEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SgxEpUzUER8/s72-c/Picture+645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-8613542039745093938</id><published>2007-08-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:56:36.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO FOLD A STRAWBERRY!&lt;br /&gt;Someone teach me please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Kaili, you have to wait for a while longer for those pictures okay? :D I've been really busy studying yo. Yes, I'm really studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8613542039745093938?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8613542039745093938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8613542039745093938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8613542039745093938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8613542039745093938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-fold-strawberry-someone-teach.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2694615240582958500</id><published>2007-08-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:21:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;EESHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, see, I blogged about you :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you, yo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2694615240582958500?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2694615240582958500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2694615240582958500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2694615240582958500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2694615240582958500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/eeshan-yay-see-i-blogged-about-you-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-429091101256466697</id><published>2007-08-09T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:03:21.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as old as my mum now :D&lt;br /&gt;OH, I wanted to paint my nails red and white today, but haha, decided not to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please shut up yo. You, are, getting, on, my, nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-429091101256466697?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/429091101256466697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=429091101256466697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/429091101256466697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/429091101256466697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-s-i-n-g-p-o-r-e-youre-as.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2218624762074325486</id><published>2007-08-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:24:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;The music's on loud&lt;br /&gt;We'll sing this song out&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll lie down&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you close then&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when&lt;br /&gt;The space and time bend&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll fall in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go put on your best tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me and one spotlight&lt;br /&gt;One more show one last time&lt;br /&gt;We are ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be all around me&lt;br /&gt;When your body sets your heart free&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look for your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To keep me inside&lt;br /&gt;When everything dies&lt;br /&gt;But one last sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And when we stand there together not scared&lt;br /&gt;I'll dry your last tear&lt;br /&gt;And then we're just air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go put on your best tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me and not much time&lt;br /&gt;So watch the world burning bright&lt;br /&gt;We are ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be all around me&lt;br /&gt;When your body sets your heart free&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be all around me&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll get me through the ending&lt;br /&gt;Take my body set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll get me through the ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go put on your best tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me and one spotlight&lt;br /&gt;One more show one last time&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be all around me&lt;br /&gt;When your body sets your heart free&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be all around me&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll get me through the ending&lt;br /&gt;Take my body set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll get me before the ending&lt;br /&gt;Say you will be (you won't be long)&lt;br /&gt;All around me (you won't be long now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Can you see how weary I am now?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2218624762074325486?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2218624762074325486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2218624762074325486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2218624762074325486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2218624762074325486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-wont-be-long-now-musics-on-loud-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2397080862500683276</id><published>2007-08-05T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:01:27.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Carolanne today while breakfast-ing &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just miss her so much :( I miss last year too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like baking now, and half of them are really yummy but they just look, weird. Actually, I think they are the ugliest cookies ever, although they taste really great. But still, I'm bringing them to school tomorrow, so everyone can eat :D I'm a great baker mansxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, CIP was super fun yesterday. The wind, the town, the aircon, the effortless "giving out" of flags and etc. Marina-ing with Huishan and Nat was love :) &amp; we saw Claudia with her whoever whoever ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBcOsgPZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AS3f2FuFYMc/s1600-h/Picture+625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095120875420663186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBcOsgPZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AS3f2FuFYMc/s200/Picture+625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBcusgPaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7wPssA62fdk/s1600-h/Picture+629.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBcusgPaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7wPssA62fdk/s1600-h/Picture+629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095120884010597794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBcusgPaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7wPssA62fdk/s200/Picture+629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBc-sgPbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hMHNvIgsXLE/s1600-h/Picture+630.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdesgPcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SY9B9dMfBVY/s1600-h/Picture+631.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBc-sgPbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hMHNvIgsXLE/s1600-h/Picture+630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095120888305565106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBc-sgPbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hMHNvIgsXLE/s200/Picture+630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdesgPcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SY9B9dMfBVY/s1600-h/Picture+631.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdesgPcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SY9B9dMfBVY/s1600-h/Picture+631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095120896895499714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdesgPcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SY9B9dMfBVY/s200/Picture+631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdusgPdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dgWIlidLP8w/s1600-h/Picture+632.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdusgPdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dgWIlidLP8w/s1600-h/Picture+632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095120901190467026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBdusgPdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dgWIlidLP8w/s200/Picture+632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWCH-sgPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EHXbv0c9m40/s1600-h/Picture+634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095121627039940066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWCH-sgPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EHXbv0c9m40/s200/Picture+634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDGusgPfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pW9_LAG8ol8/s1600-h/Picture+635(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095122705076731378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDGusgPfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pW9_LAG8ol8/s200/Picture+635(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDHesgPgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WM1v9PACb78/s1600-h/Picture+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095122717961633282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDHesgPgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WM1v9PACb78/s200/Picture+637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDH-sgPhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F_GLI-oWhN8/s1600-h/Picture+641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095122726551567890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDH-sgPhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F_GLI-oWhN8/s200/Picture+641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDIOsgPiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IGwP6IeHc_E/s1600-h/Picture+643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095122730846535202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWDIOsgPiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IGwP6IeHc_E/s200/Picture+643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BWAHHH my microwave oven just died while baking my cookies :( But, I'm going to get a new one later. So the cookies are still alive :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2397080862500683276?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2397080862500683276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2397080862500683276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2397080862500683276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2397080862500683276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-saw-carolanne-today-while-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RrWBcOsgPZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AS3f2FuFYMc/s72-c/Picture+625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-6188598181339698760</id><published>2007-08-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:04:58.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drive tonight, and you are by my side.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about our lives, like we've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;The time flies by, with the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Its close to paradise, with the end surely near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And if I could only stop the car and hold onto you,&lt;br /&gt;And never let go.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we round the corner to your house&lt;br /&gt;You turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be going through withdrawal of you for this one night we have spent."&lt;br /&gt;And, I want to speak these words but I guess I'll just bite my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;And accept "Someday, somehow"&lt;br /&gt;As the words that we'll hang from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I don't want to make things any worse.&lt;br /&gt;And I, I don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I don't want to make things any worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does tonight, have to end?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we hit restart,&lt;br /&gt;And pause it at our favorite parts.&lt;br /&gt;We'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If I had it my way, I'd turn the car around and runaway,&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I don't want to make things any worse.&lt;br /&gt;And I, I don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I don't want to make things.&lt;br /&gt;And I, I dont wanna make things any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was sucky-shit day :/ Math paper, stressful stuffs and etc. But heck, I'll be baking cookies on sunday :D YAY ME! Hahah, wheeeee, I can't wait yo. I love cookies that makes me happy. And those that makes everyone else happy too :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CIP tomorrow at Esplanade :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-6188598181339698760?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/6188598181339698760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=6188598181339698760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6188598181339698760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/6188598181339698760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-drive-tonight-and-you-are-by-my-side.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7661432132118459717</id><published>2007-08-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:49:46.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I think you're just plain stupid.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you should know when to cross the line. The word you're using is way too heavy a word. You don't mix love with friendship up like that. And we're definitely nothing more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend my saturday hunting for brownie or any cake-thing that has to do with caramel recipe to kill my sunday afternoon. My mum says the oven at home that I thought was not an oven is an oven, so I can bake :D YAY. But the cleaning up sucks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I did yesterday -&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/sugarrthatlollipop"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Click here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was killer type fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having tuition later :/ BLURGH I'm so tired these days. But YAY, I won't be having test for the rest of the week. But anyway, EOYs are like in 7 weeks. So Sheila, buck up yo. So I guess, this means that I will need to have some more of self-control. So. No more after-school slacking at some stupid places, study man. No more constant thinking of shopping and sleeping, study's more important. Those can totally wait. No more obsession in baking (okay, maybe one more last one before I take a break), those can wait too. Those who want to eat won't mind waiting too :) Less spending-my-time on computer, I can have them for as long as want after my exams. AND no more fantasies of how I can own the whole of Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahgush, I think I should print this post out and show it to my mum and dad and they will be so touched they'll say "Okay, to motivate you, we'll bring you down to town and you can pick whatever you want and we'll buy them immediately." And I'll go, "WHOOOO, you rock yo."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously I should stop thinking of stupid stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, I'm at Huishan's house now :) We are happy &lt;em&gt;jiaojiaos&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7661432132118459717?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7661432132118459717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7661432132118459717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7661432132118459717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7661432132118459717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-i-think-youre-just-plain-stupid.html' title='Hello, I think you&apos;re just plain stupid.'/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7756263647188647788</id><published>2007-07-31T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:20:28.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been playing the same song over and over again since saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll wait till I get bored of it before I play other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology test was so not okay today. It would have been easy but only if I didn't reach home at 10plus last night and started trying to study at 11 and finally sleeping at 12 with my attempts to study failed. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons yesterday was funnaye. And retarded. But cute. And the middle-finger pointing thing, it was just damn hilarious. But I was coughing throughout the whole movie :/ OH, I just went to see a doctor and now I've got antibiotics tablets that has numbers on it. But I love taking medicine, I don't know why. Haha, maybe one day I'll get addicted to medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was lovely, thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rq9DCCAqX6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/jPBEXgLBPFA/s1600-h/project+friend+marked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093363405757767586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rq9DCCAqX6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/jPBEXgLBPFA/s200/project+friend+marked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bestfriend, I love you too, love. Two years and 7months, three years soon, including watching the growth of GST from 5percent to 7percent at secret hideout number two, was definitely the best ever. Just to let you know, you'll always hold that place in my heart (as a BFF of course). And let's grow old eating &lt;em&gt;jiaojiao &lt;/em&gt;together. WHEE, I love inside jokes :) AND, you shall be prepared to taste my baking skills on thursday! I'm letting you be the first person after me to try my cakes :) Of course I have to eat it first, just in case you die of poisoning or etc (I have to make sure I die first before you).&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget everything that we did together. And yes, those quarrels and fights too, cause that's what strengthened our now solid friendship. Let's just remember to let telepathy rule us over when we have to gossip about you know who :D YAY, inside joke again.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK LOOK LOOK, I write so long about you okayyyyy :) ILY anyway &lt;356789102030405060708099&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7756263647188647788?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7756263647188647788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7756263647188647788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7756263647188647788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7756263647188647788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-playing-same-song-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rq9DCCAqX6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/jPBEXgLBPFA/s72-c/project+friend+marked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-594618186280941405</id><published>2007-07-29T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:24:10.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Without it all, I'm choking on nothing. It's clear in my head, and I'm screaming for something. Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! to barbeque party+movie watching later :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-594618186280941405?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/594618186280941405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=594618186280941405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/594618186280941405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/594618186280941405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/without-it-all-im-choking-on-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4319867791751627661</id><published>2007-07-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:44:44.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week passed like super fast, I haven't really got a chance to stop and look back on the happenings and do some self-evaluation or some sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had chemistry and history test today. And I still can't believe one cup of hot milk tea (poudly sponsored by Shermaine Thin) could actually keep me awake till 0238 this morning. And I studied all the way from 1030 last night to 0238 this morning. All just for chemistry. But anyway, the paper was surprisingly easy, so let's just wait to see if I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so Blink182 now, I don't know why :/&lt;br /&gt;Funny, cause their songs are like so ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine owes me Starburst and donuts. I want coffee damn terribly nowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and buy my National Day red top tomorrow. I want to go &lt;strong&gt;Vivo&lt;/strong&gt;, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, everything looks like moss to Jessie (Jia-Sai). Haha :D That's my wife-y manxzs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4319867791751627661?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4319867791751627661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4319867791751627661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4319867791751627661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4319867791751627661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-week-passed-like-super-fast-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3721542571112281782</id><published>2007-07-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:47:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAZOR RAZOR, CUT CUT CUT! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(okay, a little randomness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring to really hate it at home, now that my Dad knows everything about what I've done. What could actually be worse than that, but at least they are not keeping a close watch on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon today with Huishan was super erm, nice. I don't know how to explain that feeling, but it was just nice. Yeahh, and buying Macs was a big blur too, making many stupid mistakes, like saying Hi to someone I barely know (that was the ultimate stupid :/) and just confusing myself and the MacDonald's countergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later at Hub :/ a little too tired for anything else, but at least that keeps me away from home (I'm at Huishan's house nowwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's going to be tough for me, with 5 tests coming my way. The first one down today, but that was sucky. It's tingxie, and I got caught cheating right before I could even finish my first moxie. But the teacher was nice enough not to give me a zero straight, but I think I'm already halfway there to that zero. I practically left my 3 moxies blank. GO GO GO SHEILA, WIN THE BATTLE WITH THOSE PAPERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, I think I need a whole new supply of shampoo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is killing me. In the sense that it is damn painful. Thanks to this someone who banged my head against the lift's wall and hitting my head claiming that it woudn't hurt since its hollow. LIKE PLEASE, DO YOU EVER CARE ABOUT ME AT ALL FOR THIS FIFTEEN YEARS AND PLUS PLUS DAYS OF MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wanted you to care, but other times, I really hoped that you would just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just to let you know, I can't wait for Wednesday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3721542571112281782?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3721542571112281782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3721542571112281782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3721542571112281782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3721542571112281782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/razor-razor-cut-cut-cut-fight-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1889068930731691254</id><published>2007-07-22T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:59:41.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY (tomorrow), JESSIE (aka, MY LAOPO)!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE 15 AND CATCHING UP WITH ME :D&lt;br /&gt;haha, your jokes are getting funnier each day, good job dear :) You're finally looking a lot more like me in that aspect :) May you grow up to be less funny-looking and more erm, funny. And I'll forever remember your Primary 6 look :D&lt;br /&gt;Wo haRrttsXz niiii worszxzszx. euuX kAwAii nEhXxzSx JeSsiE, ii luRrbSZxs LuRrBsxZs euU 4evA worSxZs. (OKAY, terrible attempt like always, but I think this is somewhat my best try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, see, I dedicated this whole post to you only okay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1889068930731691254?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1889068930731691254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1889068930731691254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1889068930731691254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1889068930731691254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-tomorrow-jessie-aka-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2001665368219050149</id><published>2007-07-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:40:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was niceee.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during lunch. I didn't know to order for Orange Bowl, so I got Nat to give some suggestions. And I ended up ordering kwaytiaomee, which I personally don't quite like, but ordered it anyway. And I just got so sick of yellowmee all of a sudden and gave half of my yellowmee to nehnehNAT.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH, I love lunches with the fellow crews :D cause it's always fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was well spent too, with Serene and Valencia, who keeps going on and on about the HarryPotter book that is coming up tomorrow and who bribes me with a donut from DonutFactory just for me to say Harry Potter is nice. They told me a lot of stuff about this particular someone. And yeahhh. But of course, those stuff that they told me are like top secret (which I will secretly share with Huishan), and I guarantee those stuff are no good stuffs that I'll ever want to hear. So, Huishan and Valentia and Natong, please prepare Kleenex for me, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that play at the wrong time, they just brings the mood down. And what's worse is reading what you've sent me at the time when those sad music play. Can't things learn to be like, more coordinated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop playing mind games with me. &lt;s&gt;I'm losing the fight already.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2001665368219050149?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2001665368219050149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2001665368219050149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2001665368219050149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2001665368219050149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-today-was-niceee.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4215360451146401035</id><published>2007-07-18T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:32:26.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Everyone must do their part know, starting from no aircon, no littering to playing a big part in the invention of objects that will prevent the &lt;em&gt;laohong&lt;/em&gt; of air in the atmosphere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, my great words to Jacq about how to save the world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4215360451146401035?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4215360451146401035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4215360451146401035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4215360451146401035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4215360451146401035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/everyone-must-do-their-part-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1338536393179676794</id><published>2007-07-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:24:50.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOODY HELL, MY THIRD EARHOLE IS BLEEDING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;And Natong says it looks bad. Shhhhhhhhhhhit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique pencil case and PizzaHut is love. &lt;strong&gt;TOILETCREW, ultimate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberries&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and strawberry-flavoured Hichew&lt;/strong&gt;, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;JAYLE-GAY, you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da bomb&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. My Mum and Dad are stuck in the police station now. Oh, they didn't fight or whatever, they're making a police report. Poor things, stuck outside at this time. Especially when this is the time Mum sleeps. Ahh, I miss them now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1338536393179676794?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1338536393179676794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1338536393179676794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1338536393179676794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1338536393179676794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/bloody-hell-my-third-earhole-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-8234880510801242913</id><published>2007-07-16T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:13:19.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty cold day. I was literally shaking in AMKHub cause the aircon was really cold. And I was kind of coughing really badly, I still am now. Today was quite okay, although I thought I'd be getting into many emotional fits. And I thank TOILETCREW for being really erm, nice. Cause I thought my mood turned slightly better after seeing them this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HOLD ON TO YOUR TEARS NOW SHEILA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8234880510801242913?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8234880510801242913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8234880510801242913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8234880510801242913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8234880510801242913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-pretty-cold-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1402118970313179657</id><published>2007-07-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:00:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MR TAN, PLEASE (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;) STOP READING MY BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt; AND STOP TELLING ME ON HOW I SHOULD WRITE PROPER ESSAYS LIKE HOW SOME BIRDS FLY AND SOME BIRDS THAT DON'T FLY. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell's today but I left early to walk home with STUPIDshermaine. Anyway, Shermaine was nice today, but only because she came to walk me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like eating a lot of chocolates despite my really terrible sore throat. All just for one moron that says that my voice is nice like that. EXCUSEME FRIEND, no one really thinks that sore throat type voices are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how we always walk past each other but never ever speak or smile to each other, except some occasional smiles. If only I had that extra one more percent of courage to do something about it. I really don't know what to do or why I'm still holding on. I think I'm getting dumber each day. SHEILASEAH, GROW UP QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;Please stop doing that now, and stop giving me the feeling that hurts me in a way or another. It sucks really terribly you know. And just to let you know, you've broken your promise many times already. Huishan says, promises are meant to broken. And of course I don't believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;And please be smarter when it comes to telling me stuffs. You never seem to know how to be sensitive to my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I swear, I'll let it all go. I'm waiting for that one day to come. &lt;s&gt;I think by then, I might hate you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Retail Therapy Day :D but that is if my mother agrees to the sum of money I'm asking from her. Out of which is 50bucks that I earned from Job Attachment. Or maybe I'll keep it for monday, when I'll go out with Huishan to get my _____ :D I wanted to get it tomorrow, but decided not to cause Huishan couldn't go out tomorrow and blah blah blah. And when it comes to this kind of things, I think I'd rather do it with Huishan :D Aye you Huishan, don't be too honoured I said this okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think it's time we threw it all away. Then we shall scream like we never before, and leave without saying 'Goodnight'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still think everything can be so much more than what we are now, although you seem to think really differently. But never the less, I still want to let you know how I feel. &lt;s&gt;ILY&lt;/s&gt; Ohhh, shutup Sheila. You are supposed to _______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1402118970313179657?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1402118970313179657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1402118970313179657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1402118970313179657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1402118970313179657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-tan-please-please-stop-reading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5600999791585339736</id><published>2007-07-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:27:44.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What shall we do now? Things became more than what we expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I was all along alone in everything and every way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't figure any way out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe things turned out this way. It's really not what I want, and I know everything probably will take a lot of my courage and brain cells, but some things are really hard for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody quarrelled with my mum again. But she's so unreasonable at doing things especially when she always insists to have it her way, like how I must watch Harry Potter in AMKHub when I'm the one who's going out to watch it with my friends. She's totally menopausing and this sucks big time. Sometimes, she really irritates me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And all I wanted was for you to know, everything I do, I give my heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know it's all in me, but I just can't seem to tell you things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5600999791585339736?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5600999791585339736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5600999791585339736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5600999791585339736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5600999791585339736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-shall-we-do-now-things-became-more.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3537891051769710026</id><published>2007-07-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:45:23.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hush now, baby, don't you cry. Everything's going to be alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEILASEAH, what the hell is your problem here? Seriously, there's no point getting all tight because of something that is so not worth it. Why are you so worked up when you know you have better things to do other than thinking about this kind of stuff? SHIT, SHEILA, YOU SUCK A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home today, and I realised that my star was bleeding. How funny.&lt;br /&gt;And I took my shower in bloody cold water. The type when your water heater isn't on. I wanted the cold water to wake me up, but INSTEAD, it was bloody shivering cold, just like how I am now and how everything is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "No matter what happens, I'll stand by you. You're my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;:) Thanks, I know that very well. You always seem to know me best at times like this, although you never seem to really understand what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3537891051769710026?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3537891051769710026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3537891051769710026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3537891051769710026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3537891051769710026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/hush-now-baby-dont-you-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5316127006553600921</id><published>2007-07-08T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:47:50.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi Mr Stranger, Hello Miss Universe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or at least something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to tell Huishan that I'll put this as my MSN display name.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://aresgalaxy.sourceforge.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huishan, here's what I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's My Life" by Bon Jovi keeps me energetic :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely survived Live Earth. Died at 1AM plus in the morning, woke up again at 7 to continue watching. I remember telling myself that I have to be dedicated to the Earth, so when I got really sleepy, I decided to take a short nap. In the meantime, I will blast my MP3 in my ear so in the middle of the night, I will be awaken again by whichever heavy rock song that plays in my player. And I also held my phone in my hands so I can be awaken by the vibration when VChew sends me messages. &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, my ear pieces (BOTH) found it's way away from my ears, and I lost my phone which drowned in the mess of tangled blankets on my bed. Yes, that night was accompanied by two comfy blankets. So I missed out Snow Patrol and BEP and on and on and on. But at least I didn't miss FOB cause they came up at 10plus in the morning. So I woke up in the morning to find that the sun was already trying to shine through my curtains (no AC that night, cause I'm trying to prevent global warming here) and was thinking that it's still early and that I could get more sleep. Then I thought of Live Earth and how I said I was determined to finish the whole concert without falling asleep and got up again to on my TV again, at the same time cursing my phone, my MP3 and my (REALLY MESSY) bed :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get really frustrated with myself :/ Other times, I think I'm really cute, funny, nice and everything :) I know Huishan agrees with the "SHEILA IS NICE" part, cause that's what she said :D And it's true really, I didn't killed any insects (especially ants) yesterday and today because we have to Love Earth and not Kill Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5316127006553600921?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5316127006553600921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5316127006553600921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5316127006553600921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5316127006553600921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-mr-stranger-hello-miss-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-2244695235903792874</id><published>2007-07-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:23:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you walk away, I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw you today, but you didn't see me. I wanted to say hi, but I decided to walk away eventually. To the first person that made me feel this way, this is for you. No, I don't expect anything much more, so I'll keep the rest that I want to say in my heart. &lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;. I hope you know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I'm on my own. After so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bestfriend (you know who you are), no matter what you did or what you said, you're still my bestest friend. So never say sorry to me again, cause I know you didn't mean what you've done today. I love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is EmoDay. Bad things happened, nearly screwed everything up. And I've made up my final decision for 14th July. Please, if I actually confide in you about everything, don't bring me down. Confiding in you only shows how much I need you to be there for me, and to tell me to be happy. So trust my decision, I'll be fine. I'll love Huishan, Natong and VChew cause they will be the ones with me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammy, you biatch. In the cute and lovely and a little annoying way. Okay, I don't really mean it, the annoying part, although you don't really know how to be my ranting machine, but it's okay.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I LOVE YOU THE MOSTEST MOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You almost always pick the best times, to drop the worst lines. You almost made me cry again this time. Another false alarm, red flashing lights. Well this time I'm not going to watch myself die. I think I made it a game to play your game, and let myself cry. I buried myself alive on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is playing on the guitar now, and I'm going to play it later too (but that is, if she wants to teach me. Can you believe it, SHE KNOWS HOW TO PLAY AND I DON'T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you. Falling star, burns my heart. Cuts my knee, left a scar. I miss you, yeah I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OH SHIT. I forgot to call someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard nearly everything that happened to you, and I definitely understands how it all feels. For one second, I wanted to be there for you. For the rest of my time, I'll be your friend. And I kind of mean it. No wonder you looked down today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2244695235903792874?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2244695235903792874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2244695235903792874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2244695235903792874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2244695235903792874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-walk-away-i-count-steps-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3227199350279343891</id><published>2007-07-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:30:37.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You open up, and this is what you've done. Inspired me from what I've found, you suddenly just change when I'm around. &lt;strong&gt;You killed my love, I'm breaking down again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, chatting with vchew always makes me happy. Cause today I was telling her about some unwanted attention from these few someones, and she said "Next time if they do that, just starts laughing and tell the person next to you, that you know of course, that 'Wow, I didn't know I was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; popular' ". Well at least something like that. And at the moment, I could just picture it in my mind and it turned out to be quite hilarious actually. Yeah, I might do it someday, if I were that retarded. Haha but it'll definitely be worth trying out :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell into a drain today&lt;/strong&gt;. I've got cuts and it shaped somewhat like a star, and it hurts near the heart. And I'm pus-ing. How sad right? Bahhh, everything just sounds so pathetic :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I’m standing top the bright lit city, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I’ll take your hand and pick you up, and keep you there so you can see. As long as you’re alive and care, I promise I will take you there. And we’ll drink and dance the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Some lyrics just makes no sense at all. Some things we just can't figure it out at all.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3227199350279343891?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3227199350279343891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3227199350279343891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3227199350279343891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3227199350279343891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-suddenly-just-changed-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-7366891404574496046</id><published>2007-07-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:36:34.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I need something else would someone please just give me? Hit me and knock me out, and let me go back to sleep. &lt;strong&gt;I can laugh all I want inside I still am empty. So deep that it didn’t even bleed and catch me.&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll be just fine, pretending I’m not. I’m far from lonely, and it’s all that I’ve got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THIS YEAR'S MILK RUN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahha this is the reason why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Roea_jQQaFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_CFt4GPZYVk/s1600-h/Adore_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082201121096755282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Roea_jQQaFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_CFt4GPZYVk/s200/Adore_144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, what else can I say? It was so great :) hahha okay, I'm too excited to say anything else now. Yes, I'm still very thrilled although this photo was taken like say, 6 hours? But of course, there's another reason that makes me the way I am now. SHIT, I know I'm not making any sense now, but it's okay, I'm sure huishan, natong, faith and steph understands what I'm trying to say :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love helium balloons only because I can see them float to anywhere after I let it go. So I went to get one white one and I shared it with huishandear. We thought of the stuffs that were bothering us (in our own hearts of course), and on the count of three, we let it go. So while it was flying away, I waved it goodbye and hoped that this will help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was even much more hilarious. Fifi wanted to drink iced milo, so he got his mum to help him. When he asked for 3 ice, his mum, my aunt said no and that he could only have 2. So he asked why, and his mum said "Because 2 for Paul Twohill." Hahaha, damn cute :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of the next thursday, if I can squeeze everything in my timetable, I should be able to catch Harry Potter with 24/7 bestfriend. But I can't come to a final decision. I have to rush back for tuition later so, I'm not sure if I can make it on time. (By the way, 24/7, my friend has this game called Stupid ____(your name), you know who you are, so I'm not filling it in :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7366891404574496046?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7366891404574496046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7366891404574496046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7366891404574496046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7366891404574496046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-something-else-would-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Roea_jQQaFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_CFt4GPZYVk/s72-c/Adore_144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-3253927437888590642</id><published>2007-06-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:18:23.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know. That this has nothing to do with you. It's personal, myself and I. We've got some straightening out to do. And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket. But I've got to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now. &lt;strong&gt;And big girls don't cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The path that I'm walking, I must go alone. I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown. Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It definitely feels much better now. After all those messages and stuffs. Everything's seems much more refreshed now. But I don't think I'm really that happy when I went to school today. I can't just get over that just within one day right? But I guess I'm already used to these feelings, so I'll do fine, I suppose :D I'll smile more from today, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Justin just said he might get me an ipod for my next birthday. WHOO! hahah and he's getting his Nintendo DS tomorrow. But, I won't let him waste his money like that. See, I'm such a nice and wonderful cousin :) and mummy will probably go crazy if he really does that. So will his mum. So I decided I'll reject his generous offer and tell him to use the money to get nicer Nintendo games :) so I can play too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian, if you ever come to my blog (I know you do), this is what I want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what happens right, there's always me. And whenever you need someone to talk to, there's always me okay :) And &lt;strong&gt;I'll be strong enough again for you to lean on like last time&lt;/strong&gt;. I promise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3253927437888590642?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3253927437888590642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3253927437888590642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3253927437888590642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3253927437888590642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hope-you-know-i-hope-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-9110635028152462987</id><published>2007-06-27T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:44:20.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it comes down to the both of us, I suppose I'd rather leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these times, I kind of got use to everything already, and yes, it hurts but I'm already use to it all. Like those wounds that turned into scars, I can't say that I've forgot you, since those scars haven't fade away a single bit. A great friend said, "One day, those letters won't mean a thing to us." But maybe it's because I've gone too far out, it's nearly impossible to find the way back to where I began. And to think this all over again, if I could choose to start everything again, I would still choose the same thing but except with a "I don't care" mindset. So when I reach this part, everything might not be what it is now. Sometimes, it really seems that I'm really stupid and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dumb brother got into a fight with a fat boy in his school. I think he got bullied :( how sadddddd. "I'm going to send you to learn martial arts so you'll learn to protect yourself next time, okay?" I got bullied by GERMAINETAN today:( We were playing the slapping scissors paper stone game and the reaction game. Huishan says the small capillaries on my palm burst, and it's still bloody red. GERMAINETAN, you don't know how much I hate you now. OH WAIT, I CAN'T HATE YOU OR I'LL BE KILLED BY YOUR DEAR FRIEND. Y&lt;em&gt;ou know who I'm talking about. hehh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time changes everything. But everything changes for a reason. I know the reason will never be you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-9110635028152462987?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/9110635028152462987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=9110635028152462987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/9110635028152462987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/9110635028152462987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-it-comes-down-to-both-of-us-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-35312378808292605</id><published>2007-06-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:49:30.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me introduce, my bestest favouritest people of ThreeCharity, Toilet Crew/S.O.C.K&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDnPu51eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VQNNBKhRpOY/s1600-h/toilet+crew+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868083795940834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDnPu51eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VQNNBKhRpOY/s200/toilet+crew+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't want to take neoprints, so we brought in our own cameras :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDtfu51fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yDaqRbegkW4/s1600-h/toilet+crew+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868191170123250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDtfu51fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yDaqRbegkW4/s200/toilet+crew+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favourite picture of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDmvu51aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7Jh2W9cej3c/s1600-h/toilet+crew+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868075206006178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDmvu51aI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7Jh2W9cej3c/s200/toilet+crew+03.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDm_u51dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ko6xC878VE0/s1600-h/toilet+crew+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868079500973522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDm_u51dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ko6xC878VE0/s200/toilet+crew+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDmvu51bI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UKWpFnddtXo/s1600-h/toilet+crew+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868075206006194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDmvu51bI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UKWpFnddtXo/s200/toilet+crew+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture was taken with a mirror next to a random toilet in jurong entertainment centre. thanks for the wonderful mirror that we used for 354875375450957 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDm_u51cI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7wpf-IVX7Gk/s1600-h/toilet+crew+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868079500973506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDm_u51cI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7wpf-IVX7Gk/s200/toilet+crew+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;em&gt; only&lt;/em&gt; reason&lt;/strong&gt; why i'm looking forward to school reopen is you all, and the fun we are going to have again. and yes, THE ONLY REASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-35312378808292605?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/35312378808292605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=35312378808292605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/35312378808292605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/35312378808292605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-me-introduce-my-bestest-favouritest.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnvDnPu51eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VQNNBKhRpOY/s72-c/toilet+crew+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-1251528010153337710</id><published>2007-06-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:22:28.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the last day of my job attachment (finally). after all that waking up so early in the morning and coming home dead tired, heading straight to my bed, it's all over. but sadly, I HAVEN'T GET MY PAY YET. the company is trying to cheat us if our money. okay, not so bad. its just that the boss isn't around, so we couldn't receive our promised pay :( well now i'm just praying that they will send the money to our school on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with mum, sis and brother last night :) japfood was great. huishan, the restuarant i went is the same as the one we went, except different branch. see, even the japfood i eat have to be something to do with you/us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentia was&lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; a great help today, especially when i called her after i finished job attachment today. haha okay okay, you and your friends were entertaining, you all made me laugh really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; a lot today especially on the MRT to jurong. you made me think of our long bus rides, and the conversations we had. everything we talked about were the usual topics, simple. but it is this beautiful simplicity that always made me smile unconciously when i'm on the bus/train. you are the greatest friend i'll ever have :) &lt;- see i'm smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For the lack of better words to say, all i said was "Goodnight". Once again, in self defense, I won't sleep a wink to prevent dreaming of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you just disappeared like that, i think i shall just leave you to yourself. on that day i said "This shall be over, I won't think of you anymore," well, i mean it, i suppose. it's too tiring, i'll let go, it'll be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nothing's alive to you anymore. I guess you've gotten more than you may have wanted.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1251528010153337710?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1251528010153337710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1251528010153337710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1251528010153337710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1251528010153337710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/todays-last-day-of-my-job-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5878386647615061177</id><published>2007-06-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:43:18.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>job attachment's on monday. i don't know if i should be happy or not. from monday till friday, i'll have to blend in with those working people/society. i really don't know if this will be an embarassment for myself or not, considering that i am not really that good with &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;. and i want to really, you know, do well in this. I WANT TO GROW UP QUICK, AND LEAVE SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yuens just told me on how the company is paying her 25 bucks a day because they saw her name on the list :/ so i told her i'll earn a thousand when they see my face. lets hope it really comes true :) but i think it will only if i like save the director's son/daughter from a car crash or something. but if i don't die or get hurt in the process, i wouldn't mind :D i would happily volunteer myself. come to think of it, i really need money now, I'M DAMN BROKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnQE6_u51ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9IiyKQr7cP4/s1600-h/thumb_emo-boy12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076688091540477330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnQE6_u51ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9IiyKQr7cP4/s320/thumb_emo-boy12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would say he's cute :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5878386647615061177?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5878386647615061177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5878386647615061177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5878386647615061177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5878386647615061177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/job-attachments-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RnQE6_u51ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9IiyKQr7cP4/s72-c/thumb_emo-boy12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-5805743115778816869</id><published>2007-06-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:13:14.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I thought was worth it&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "i thought it was all perfect enough.so why are you doing this?" and another she said "because no matter what he did,i love him.so i don't really care at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHEILASEAH (:&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that explains it all doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5805743115778816869?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5805743115778816869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5805743115778816869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5805743115778816869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5805743115778816869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-i-thought-was-worth-it-says.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-9205454368300127306</id><published>2007-06-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:47:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How you met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At one of his band's gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How he tells you he loves you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sits outside your house at 2 in the morning and plays guitar and sings (very well) "Only One" by Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "ohmyf. how did they know?" all i did was to tell my name, date of birth and favourite colour. they could actually tell that my favouritest song is Only One and that my heart completely melted when i heard it from someone's mouth. this was the other reason why i loved this song, and why i always needed to hear it before i sleep. oh shit, this quiz-like thingy is making my night hard now. it really reaches deep down inside, it's like heart-reading. OMF, i hate this type of people, they just read you from all these small little bits of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is labret?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-9205454368300127306?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/9205454368300127306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=9205454368300127306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/9205454368300127306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/9205454368300127306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-you-met-at-one-of-his-bands-gigs.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5567930864542203633</id><published>2007-06-12T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:11:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that day you brought me to the pond and you threw in a pebble. you said it's time to move on. you turned around and pulled me along. when all you did was to cry, i could only kept quiet and watch you do whatever you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault, and i don't blame you. so stop blaming yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very unexpected dream last night. i can still remember every part of it and whatever she said. but i don't think i would ever want it all to happen, so yeahhhh. but in my dream she told me about some stuff, and i went to check it just now, and whatever she said was true. surprise surprise, but if this is some hint that the dream will come true, then i rather pretend i never had such a dream. okay, i'm ready to tell huishan about it, i bet she'll just laugh at it. but anyway, for her to say such things in my dream, its very obvious that she was having a damn hard time, but at least it was a very fun dream :D come to think of it, it's quite like a sweet dream, except it would be better if i dreamt of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to write about my trip so too bad. just know that i had a very good time there and yeah. and yes, i'm back in singapore already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalieong was mean last night :( I MISS SOCK. vchew, i'm missing you already. huishan, our chinese presentation HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you'll never know how much you're missing out and everything &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; matter. no matter what you've done, or what you're going to do, it's really too late, cause i'm throwing away the pebble too. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else, but now I see. I don't wanna pretend so this is the end of you and me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh i had japfood with huishan yesterday while waiting for vchew. that's our secret hideout number two, so i'm not revealing where we had our dinner. and secret hideout number one is the bestest. that's where i can scream out loud, although i'll still be disturbing residents, but i don't really care. screaming is my painkiller, it does work out for a few hours but the pain still comes back after that. and &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;are&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;my drug, you're killing me. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If one look at you already kills me, then what about your voice? You take it all away, I'm losing control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just too stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum saw my thighs and what i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5567930864542203633?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5567930864542203633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5567930864542203633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5567930864542203633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5567930864542203633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/that-day-you-brought-me-to-pond-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4491405669896344287</id><published>2007-06-09T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:50:42.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING IS IN THAI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyyy this is the third day of my trip here and i'm seriously enjoying it all :) huishan, know what. I'VE BEEN EATING THE KWAYTIAO EVERY MORNING! and i just had this damn good italian dinner which i obviously pigged out, and i'm growing fatter :( okay, so now i'm in this damn nice hotel where there is internet connection, but you have to pay like around 30bucks for one whole day of internet. so this hotel i'm in is like a freaking five star. about how i landed here and how i'll be enjoying the rest of my trip like royalty, i'll write more here when i'm back home in singapore. OH ONE MORE THING ABOUT THE DINNER JUST NOW, THERE IS THIS DAMN CUTE ANGMOH :) MY EYECANDY WORZXSZXSZXSZX &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, i haven't bought any present for anyone yet. unless the FBTS for 7TENSION is counted. oh by the way, i couldn't get the PUMA purses and the FBT outlet didn't have the whole rainbow colour set :( so i got like a few green, blue and red. SORRY :( i was damn pissed at the outlet which i was promised that there would be everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for those that know that i came all the way here just for this premium outlet thing, AHH i was so disappointed at the premium outlet. it wasn't as big as i thought it would be, AND THE BIG DISCOUNT SEASON WAS OVER. and i was like WHATTHEF?! they had caramel latte here which sucks so much compared to the one i had in batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i got myself this blouse that caught me when i walked past this shop :) its in between formal and casual depending on the way you wear it :) and i bought like 3 t-shirt in like 5 minutes in this particular shop :) i got myself 2 other tops and this shorts. i think there's a few more, i can't really remember. i wanted to get some Levi's cause there was this shop that was having end of season sales and the jeans are like around 50bucks, but mummy said that i have too many jeans already so she didn't wanted to get me any :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a wedding reception outside at the lobby. and daddy says there's this famous singer that's dining in one of the restaurant here and i think he just went down to take a look. i think he's called Bird or something. weird name, i'm PORCUPINE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i miss a lot of people :) and i miss &lt;s&gt;salt&lt;/s&gt; too. but i don't miss Singapore at all. not when everything here is uber cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4491405669896344287?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4491405669896344287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4491405669896344287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4491405669896344287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4491405669896344287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-is-in-thai-heyyyy-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3714047556183575023</id><published>2007-06-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:34:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The personality (varies): sweet, romantic, depressed, heart felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If they really are emotional and do cut themselves then they aren't going to show anyone. They will try and cover it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cutting in a way is very addicting, pulling the Emo kid, into more depression and anger from the cutting causing them to cut more (the depressing music only makes this worse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Emo's are very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;passionate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kind, and can be very romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these are from a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=emo+kids&amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about emo kids. see, i have to do this jianbao thing about emo teenagers. it's quite interesting actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well well, this could be my last post until after i'm back from my holiday, which is like sunday. so same thing, DON'T MISS ME TOO MUCH. i promised a lot of presents to a lot of people, and so i'll try to remember as much as i can. but i have this really bad STM so i guess i have to start writing down stuff i have to get. well, i can't wait for thursday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JACQlove, i've saved tmr for you :) SHEILA is a very good heart doctor, she makes people happy, ALWAYS. so don't worry, i'll keep your heart safe in mine :) hahah i just recalled on how i tried to make you laugh today, its like i scored full marks in that. and i'm laughing at what happened today again. &lt;em&gt;"Lean on me now, lean on me now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made 2 wishes for you today. i wished that you'd be happy for the day twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, i think i left one of my &lt;em&gt;giapgiap&lt;/em&gt; at your house. haha &lt;em&gt;giapgiap&lt;/em&gt;, our dirty inside joke :) shutup you busted my bills :( okay, i think i busted yours too. oh reason why your name is coloured red, that's because you're the blood in my body (without it, i'm practically dead. well, in the BFF way, not the homo way :D). but shit is brown, so therefore, you're still that bloodyshit. okay kidding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Fills my heart, burns me up, for way to long, for way to long. Here's my hand, to pull me up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3714047556183575023?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3714047556183575023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3714047556183575023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3714047556183575023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3714047556183575023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/personality-varies-sweet-romantic.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-61837292100246434</id><published>2007-06-01T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:18:43.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never wanted to let the scar fade away.&lt;br /&gt;So I started all over again, and I broke the promise to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm hurt all over again. Only this time, it's much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ended my phone conversation with huishan :D today wasn't a fine day, not at all. i walked all the way to nat's house just to get some stuff. met germaine on the way and dragged her to walk with me to nat's house. germy cut her hair, and she said that my new hair cut looks weird. actually her's is worse, just that she doesn't know it. don't be sad germygerm :) i'll let you cut my hair next time i feel like cutting it. but i think in the end i will just shave it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can't wait for sunday. JACQlove knows why :D i have a feeling it's going to be damn fun. well, i'm prepared to smile the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUISHAN, WO AI NI &lt;3&gt;not like somebody&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string, I just don't wanna miss anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;And if it's a hero you want, I can save you. Just stay here. Your whispers are priceless. Your breath, it is dear. So please stay near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-61837292100246434?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/61837292100246434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=61837292100246434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/61837292100246434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/61837292100246434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-never-wanted-to-let-scar-fade-away.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3713374369379301604</id><published>2007-05-31T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:58:16.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;quite terribly&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through last year's farewell booklet and i started thinking about last year. all the BREAD fun and stuff :( I MISS BREAD LAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;BREAD'S greys: gathering soon? i don't care, i want gathering :) carolanne, hweepeng, pei, yingshi, I MISS YOU ALL VERY VERY VERY MUCH. we shall have a gossip session :D i bet you all must missed all the gossips. lets hang out at some ulu icecream cafe and talk like nobody's business :D sounds interesting right? hahhaa i thought of it you know. so all the BREAD people, tell me when you all are free so i can pick a lucky day when all of us are able to turn up, ALL OF US, and have icecream chill outs :D or jacq says, go someone's house again. PSST MY HOUSE SHOULD BE AVAILABLE. but this time, we can either make popcorn (again) or yeah, i can't think of anything else other than popcorn since that was what we did last year. but popcorn's fun what, to see all the corn fluffing up. we can give every each of them names the next time when we make it. hahaha remembers when carolanne came earlier and we made popcorn together. AHHH CAROLANNE IS LOVEEEEEE &lt;3 I MISS YOU MANY MANY WORSZXSZXSZX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HAPPY VESAK to everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3713374369379301604?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3713374369379301604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3713374369379301604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3713374369379301604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3713374369379301604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx94NwIwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8kw-CXhr9dI/s1600-h/Picture+425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982219644183298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx94NwIwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8kw-CXhr9dI/s200/Picture+425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx54NwItI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VvrLDNFhNJ4/s1600-h/Picture+420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982150924706514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx54NwItI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VvrLDNFhNJ4/s200/Picture+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx64NwIuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dx6xOWCtLC8/s1600-h/Picture+421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982168104575714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx64NwIuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dx6xOWCtLC8/s200/Picture+421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx9INwIvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b_QY_HjsCEU/s1600-h/Picture+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982206759281394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwx9INwIvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b_QY_HjsCEU/s200/Picture+424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAM-WHORING AT SCIENCE CENTRE = TOP OF THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the pictures explains the fun we had there. of course there are better and nicer pictures taken but they are all with natong. just waiting for her to get all the pictures sent over. WE ARE THE TOILET CREW :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always, at some point of time, i just can't believe how fragile i can really get. just a few 5 words can actually throw me into a shit pit. i never once wanted to believe that i am someone weak, i had always been the strong one. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if anyone had actually noticed that i've been faking almost all of my feelings, you're the best. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and yet the one who realises is always the one i never wanted to them to see those changes in me. after all, i had always been their pillar of support. well, i guess its time to switch roles with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&amp;I don't want to be strong enough. I don't to be the only one who loves. Realisation is never clear, its never near. Sometimes you just don't know what to do. Sometimes I really don't know how you feel. Tell me if I ever took a place right where you always said is Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;come to think of it, im really the stupid one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4856524919670049427?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4856524919670049427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4856524919670049427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4856524919670049427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4856524919670049427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/cam-whoring-at-science-centre-top-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rlwt64NwIeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ltbW8zNpPOI/s72-c/Picture+381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-7281585332457630011</id><published>2007-05-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:37:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QH today was great but it was a big disappointment to me as well :( mistakes were made, very bad mistakes. so im sorry to honghwee first, cause she said i took away her first REAL kiss. well well it was really unintentionally :/ i feel violated :( but anyway, honghwee said it was quite a good effect, so i think thats like saying "I ENJOYED IT ALL!" hahhhha but still, sorrayyyyee. and sorry to the daoyans too :( the second mistake was the worst of all. i screwed it all up. yeah. it was really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. and that fall just make me went "OH SHIT" which everyone heard it as OUCH. that's weird but at least, I DIDNT SOUND LIKE I WAS SWEARING. come to think of it, maybe i should be greatful that i didn't scream the F word, which will be like 10837537865875856 times worse. but still, this has left me really regretful. especially when we all promised we are going to make this QH the best for the reddies. sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, if i look at this in a different way, this could be a really memorable QH for me. like 20 years later, maybe, i would think back and remember this very QH that left me really embarrassed :D but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh huishan and val came today and they got me really nice stuff! the box of notes, they are really cute :) and yes, i did laugh to myself retardedly while reading through it all. and the pink gerbs!! yes they are damn nice. i love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo i guess the X/RAIN people are having fun at Casuarina now :) too bad i can't join you all. don't be too sad kaes. i think im starting to sound like honghwee. well well, im celebrating at home too with BB. then now im slowly finishing my BB before i can put water in and keep the gerbs alive for another few days before they die :( BBs are the best, i shall get you all some next time. i bet you all would love it. gosh, two BB and my whole face feels hot already. well, here's a little something from you all : its been great doing QH with you all this year, reddies, i love you all :D yepp and all the reds of huahui, I LOVE YOU ALL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's thank you notes:&lt;br /&gt;WANGSIMIN, ni hen kawaii nehszxszx :) i love youuuu and the way you came up on stage to look for me and jacq XOXO wo ai ni worsxzxzsxssx.&lt;br /&gt;HUISHAN&amp;VCHEW, ni men ye hen kewlszxsx. xie xie ni men for coming down today and for being there for me when i was crying like shit at the stairs. ni men hen cute :D&lt;br /&gt;X/RAIN, ni men hao bang hao bang today. we all did our bestest best and i know you all loveee my cute QH presents. I LOVE THEM TOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE, thanks for making this QH great too :) you all are the Greatest Great &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, im done with one BB, flowers-in-the-glass time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7281585332457630011?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7281585332457630011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7281585332457630011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7281585332457630011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7281585332457630011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/qh-today-was-great-but-it-was-big.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1850654117157755694</id><published>2007-05-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:29:48.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just reached home from mrseth's house warming party. it was very fun, although there were only around 10 of us. there was this secret room which is meant to be for the baby when he/she grows up where me and huishan and vicki hid in while waiting for the rest to come. so we went in and hide and when they came, we shouted "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" it was hilarious. hhahahh so we had pizza and KFC for dinner which was even funnier. cause reBAKWA was like snatching all the food before we even started eating. she was like "I WANT THIS! I WANT THAT ONE TOO! I WANT EVERYTHING!!!" and everyone was like what the. hahhahah the food was good :) we watched their wedding's video too and that's when i saw some people i recognised. uhhhuhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during cca today, at the end of cca, to be exact, they announced the new sec4'08 EXCO. was a little disappointed but most of it was because there was some people that i didn't really want to be in, not that i rather be in it but yeah. she, to me, is almost incapable of leading. anyway, i shall not think too much about it. so, YELLOW EXCOS, JIAYOUUUUUUUUU &lt;3! and of course jiayou to the new bluebadges exco too :D well, i believe you all can do well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of school. but there's still one whole week of extra lessons :( so im only looking forward to my shopping trip on the second week of the holidays, in BANGKOK. how long have i not been there huh? Bangkok is actually one of my favourite place to shop :) the stuff there is nice and most importantly, CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QIHANG's on sunday, but i dont feel the excitement yet. i don't really feel anything now, although i can get a little nervous occasionally. well, i just cant wait to see all those that said are coming just for me seated at the theatre :D this is a hint know, huishan, that i want &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;, you know what i mean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im officially uncontactable. huishan lent me her spare phone but took it back today. so i think my whole june holidays will be phone-less. I DON'T WANT LAAAAA! mum says she will only go re-signup my phone line when she has the time. and she doesn't want me to do it on my own because she wants to do the corporate plan thing. she should seriously consider getting the student plan for me when the free sms-es are definitely higher than the corporate one. i mean, its not really my fault when i only get 250 free sms-es per month and end up getting scolded for busting my bills right? yeah, so mum can also throw in a new phone for me since SHE HAS NOT BOUGHT ME MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT YET. a bit its been like 20 days and my birthday present is still not in sight. maybe i should just ask her for angbao or something. then i can shunbian go get my QH present without borrowing money from my mummy or even worse, my giamsiap sister :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1850654117157755694?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1850654117157755694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1850654117157755694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1850654117157755694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1850654117157755694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-reached-home-from-mrseths-house.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-3737137404991674995</id><published>2007-05-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:34:49.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHH MY PHONE GOT &lt;s&gt;STOLEN&lt;/s&gt; LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have to use huishan's extra number. i think i'll be borrowing it for a very very long time. so if you need to contact me or something, come get the number from me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RlLo74NwIdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G7WtRJ6Mnic/s1600-h/Image030.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067368646145221074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RlLo74NwIdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G7WtRJ6Mnic/s200/Image030.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this thick-skinned girl wanted me to post her picture here and say thank you for lending me her phone. so, thankyou dear best friend, for the phone :) actually, without that phone you're lending me, i dont know what to do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been about quite long since everything got out of hand. and after so long, emo-ism's still a huge part of me for this few months. this whole day have been really depressing, for i-don't-know-what reason. i was just putting this really sad face everyone thought looked angry. its a little weird right. i somehow miss rainbows :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digging up on last year, especially after i saw the retardies picture on huishan blog, last year was really a much better year. although last year was filled with some quarrels and all the bad things, last year was definitely much more enjoyable than this year. RETARDIES was somehow one of my best clique, though we still fell apart later. but 9 months of friendship was still great, although in between was some not very good happenings. still, RETARDIES, i'll love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Before I run far away, I need to take a holiday. Maybe it's a fall from grace, I gotta find a new place. A holiday I'll set off on a new chase. I gotta see a new face, I need to take a holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3737137404991674995?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3737137404991674995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3737137404991674995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3737137404991674995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3737137404991674995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/wahh-my-phone-got-stolen-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RlLo74NwIdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G7WtRJ6Mnic/s72-c/Image030.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-3801231653054338453</id><published>2007-05-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:47:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love. Died. Hate. Gone. Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im just trying to prove that 4 letters words are words that has something to do with unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got "It's Gonna Be Love" stuck in my head. and i got "Up Against The Wall" into huishan's, nat's and vchew's later. and then it got hooked in mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That when we're alone it's too hard to resist, making believe that we're bigger than this. Choosing a road that is different, but similiar, to the same one I took before. Why don't we breathe? Why can't you see, that things aren't always what they appear to be? And as simple as it sounds, I think I've found, the perfect way to grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i'll be having tuition again later. i never once liked tuition, but tuition with huishan and vchew really turns everything upside down. we just have so much fun together :D and the best thing is that, THE TEACHERS LOVE US TOO. all because we talk and joke with them loudly in the middle of class, which is something i have not came across in stnics. well well, i still learn as much. and SECRET: i think my tuition teachers are times better than my own math teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR i can feel the pus on my plaster :( it doesn't hurt now, BUT IT'S DAMN ITCHY. so every night before i sleep, i'll air my wound and think really seriously how i can actually take such a big step and fall right into that hole. sometimes, i really think im like dumb or something, just the way uglyjetty says it, "Silly like the people that makes percy pigs. They know they are made to be sweets, but why do they have to make it into the shape of pigs? Why can't it be the shape of fishes or something? Fishy Fish, doesn't that sounds ten times better than percy pigs? Pigs are for pigs. HUH." she only said this once but it just keeps ringing in my head, especially the expression that spells something like "what? i'm right what." when i just stare back at her like she just said something that makes no sense (which is exactly what she just proved herself). UGLYJETTY IS MY FAVOURITE FRIEND :D (ehh i just remembered that huishan nat and debra were munching on percys today. well, erm percy pigs can be nice too but i just don't like it the way UGLYJETTY prefers Fishy Fish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIANPHANGsai. i miss you so much today okay, i don't know why. well, good luck for QH too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And by my own admission, you'll find that my condition, is worse than you imagined. You're better off if you know, but every time before that I, have tried to measure pain inside, you can't ignore it. Right now I can't ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-3801231653054338453?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/3801231653054338453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=3801231653054338453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3801231653054338453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/3801231653054338453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1388141024597289313</id><published>2007-05-20T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:24:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what do you say? two cups and you ran away. it was so short, it killed me instantly. holding the umbrella, standing right in the rain. day three, day four and day five passing on but you're still not coming along. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, you said, strikes like lighting, it comes and it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1388141024597289313?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1388141024597289313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1388141024597289313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-what-do-you-say-two-cups-and-you-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-7562814220989590318</id><published>2007-05-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:38:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today today today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fionaphoon was just telling me about her prata escapade, and i just couldnt stop telling her how fattening it is. she wanted to eat two some more. so she says "fat fiona, ff. skinny sheila, ss." hahahh that left me high for 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there was qihang full dress. and i've got MANY to say about that. hahah makeup makeup! 2 sec ones did it for me. AND FOR THOSE THAT KNOW ME LIKE DAMN WELL, I HATE IT WHEN small people DOES MAKE UP FOR ME. i just can't put my face in their hands la. but i just went on with it la, because im too nice. well well, they can't differentiate between darker and lighter blushers and they did my face till it was SO red. so they had to go over it with a lighter shade and my make up was like damn thick. the worst part only comes when i was trying damn hard to get all the makeup off my face. i really can feel my pores clogging la. but still, i got my face back to its usual prettiness again with the help of kairou :) she says that my skin is very smooth, hehh jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fisherman was in a bad mood today, no matter how hard i try to make everything better. well well well, i know things are not going fine but don't worry, everything will pass :) -flashes the typically sheila's assuring smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's tuition tmr. but i just don't feel like going now :( whines whines whines pouts pouts pouts. oh well, i still have to go right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh school term's ending, qihang's coming. and i think im starting to feel the pressure now. its like SYF but maybe slightly worse. okay, its A LOT worse. and i don't want my mum to get my PPR. i think she'll be very disappointed and stuff and she'll nag and nag and nag. but i think i'll spend the whole of my holiday studying to make up for that. anyway the first 2 weeks of holiday are wisely (HMMM) spent on extra lessons and HOLIDAY. YAY its a SHOPPING TRIP by the way. hahhah like finally :) well well well, those people that wants me to get whatever stuff for you all, just remind me again before i leave :D yeah you know, sheila, she's kind of forgetful. hehh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friendster suck. i can't read my new comments :( what should i dooooooooo? and vchew, please tell me you can go down to pasar malam with me tmr night :D and huishan too. please-y please. cause my mum is bringing my brother down (AGAIN) and i don't want to go with them. and i want my burger :( yeah the extremely bad and sinful types. shitttttt im growing fat toooooooo. I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE FIONAPHOON. haha kidding fiona, i meant "the ultimate". you know who im talking about right? HAHAHAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, im waiting for huishan to ring ring me. i thought she forgotten all about our phone-date. well, she didn't :D and im happy that she didn't :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH HAH! i miss 7 levels now :( i miss jacq. i miss vivian. i miss kally. i miss mingee. i miss honghwee. i miss yuensin. hahh we all know the reason for this order right. no wonder jacq wants to be the first level. so her name will always appear first. jacq, i've seen through you, BEWARE. hhahah okay. im semi-high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Haven't you realised that you've just issued the whole world a ticket to laugh at me for the rest of my life? Maybe everything shouldn't have even started in the first place. Then come again, haven't it already happened before? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7562814220989590318?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7562814220989590318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7562814220989590318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7562814220989590318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7562814220989590318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-today-today-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-4905200325299544601</id><published>2007-05-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:46:41.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my sister saw my injury on the leg. i thought she would make this big fuss about it, but she didn't. sometimes she can be really sweet and nice but other times, she can get really bitchy. PE today sucked cause my thigh was in this great pain everytime i move. well, things don't get bad for no reason. hahha for those that don't understand, tooooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian and honghwee, i know im a bad friend. it really sucks la, to see y'all cry for me. its okay, im really fine. its just a little depressing times of mine. okay, i promise i won't do that same thing again and yeah, please don't make me feel like a criminal everytime yall cry for me just because of &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;yes yes its not worth it so save your tears for other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mingee, you just gave me the greatest shock of my life today. with all that emo emo thing at the bench. uhhuh. next time, we should just go to the beach and we can scream for all we want. BUT DON'T LEAVE ME OUT ANYMORE. hahha okay i know you all didnt forget me. but please la, next time you all gather for this kind of things, call me la :) 7 LEVELS OF TENSION, we are the best and the coolest and the hottest and the rocking people hehheh :/ what a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;some wounds fade away, others just leave scars. you left the deepest scar, but the prettiest one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4905200325299544601?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4905200325299544601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4905200325299544601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4905200325299544601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4905200325299544601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-my-sister-saw-my-injury-on-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-1919511751699530111</id><published>2007-05-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:43:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksKQYNwIcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9-diYarok78/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065153482402570690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksKQYNwIcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9-diYarok78/s200/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shittttttaye. i just found out this is the one last unglam picture i have of nat in my computer. WHAT?! no way.&lt;br /&gt;actually i looked even worse in this picture. but i cut that off :D so nat still is the unglam-est. HAHA IN YOUR FACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-1919511751699530111?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/1919511751699530111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=1919511751699530111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1919511751699530111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/1919511751699530111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/shittttttaye.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksKQYNwIcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9-diYarok78/s72-c/Picture+271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-2533968694825928722</id><published>2007-05-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:27:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday. uhhuh thats the day today. hehh i kind of realised that i fell in love with doing things all alone. its like i've been trying very hard to reassure myself that everything's fine and im quite good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those that never got to know what's wrong with their lives, maybe you should really take a step back and turn around to see just who is the one that is really keeping faith in you. take a turn back and find out what you've missed when you just walked past it without realising. maybe things for you can get really better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advices from me always help, i know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, i had milestone training today. it was fun but a little depressing towards the end. well, i just remembered my dream i had last night. totally hilarious. i dreamt of 2 people i never wanted to dream about. anyway, milestone. uhhuh. my silhouette, i know it rocks :) its just too cool. &lt;em&gt;well well, things are just getting worse each day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellogoodbye i'll say its over, it's too late. but then i realised, im the one who left it all to my heart. some weird device that can never decide what's best for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehheh guess what i found:) look below for answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksF7YNwIaI/AAAAAAAAADk/QXpYRXHnmUg/s1600-h/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065148723578806690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksF7YNwIaI/AAAAAAAAADk/QXpYRXHnmUg/s200/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksF7oNwIbI/AAAAAAAAADs/9j1XKIfcc2Y/s1600-h/Picture+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065148727873774002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksF7oNwIbI/AAAAAAAAADs/9j1XKIfcc2Y/s200/Picture+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to huishan, the stupid girl that always makes me smile with her stupid actions. GREAT FRIEND, here's something for you. see see see i posted a picture of you. but its so last year.&lt;br /&gt;to germainetan, the even stupid girl that always laugh with me. heeehee FFL, you are dabest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-2533968694825928722?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/2533968694825928722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=2533968694825928722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2533968694825928722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/2533968694825928722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RksF7YNwIaI/AAAAAAAAADk/QXpYRXHnmUg/s72-c/Picture+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-4040890831537248696</id><published>2007-05-15T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:53:42.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAURUS- The Cutie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most Amazing kisser. Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic.Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. &lt;strong&gt;Extremely random and proud of it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Freak.&lt;/s&gt; Spontaneous.Great at telling Stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see how sweet i can be? hehhehh :) i just came back from amkhub with feeohnah. and i was so tired there. we had oh!oh!PEPPER LUNCH. hah just felt like adding the oh!oh! there cause pepper lunch is exciting - you get to cook your own food!hahhh okayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this food fight between me germaine and melissa today in the canteen. hahahh all started because i moved all the pasta i couldn't finish onto ger's plate. and she became sad :( and scooped it back onto my plate. so i moved it onto melissa's plate and she picked it up and ger asked"you're eating it?!?!?" and melissa nodded her head and said 'yeah' like as if it was homework. hahh ok anyway. so while ger looked away, she put it all onto ger's plate. and of course ger found out and she got upset again :( X2 so she tried pouring it onto mel's plate. and i shouted 'HAHAHA FOOD FIGHT FOOD FIGHT!" and yay, food fight. so there was this mini mini piece of pasta that landed on my pinafore and i went 'EWWW' and i flicked it onto ger. but i missed and it hit clarachia. HAHAHHA SHE DIDN'T KNOW OKAY. and huishan said it flew through her hair which was quite surprising cause it didnt get stuck on that broom lookverylike hair. back to food fight. ger picked up another pasta and threw it to me and blah blah blah. i had a strawberry icecream today :D haha i love recess! especially when germaine is around. but she always go home like before recess even when i tell her to go back AFTER recess. i always thought it was harder to differentiate between left and right. well, germaine just kind of proved that wrong. OK GERMAINETANLING/FFL, PLEASE DON'T BE AFFECTED BY THAT STATEMENT, YOU ARE REALLY STILL A GREAT FRIEND :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPneraQsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VObD3hbnAU4/s1600-h/Picture+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737164367643330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPneraQsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VObD3hbnAU4/s200/Picture+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPnuraQtI/AAAAAAAAACE/CpngGsONq9k/s1600-h/Picture+368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737168662610642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPnuraQtI/AAAAAAAAACE/CpngGsONq9k/s200/Picture+368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPn-raQuI/AAAAAAAAACM/lqU-IlF7ZZs/s1600-h/Picture+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737172957577954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPn-raQuI/AAAAAAAAACM/lqU-IlF7ZZs/s200/Picture+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPouraQwI/AAAAAAAAACc/QSNERqErGqs/s1600-h/Picture+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737185842479874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPouraQwI/AAAAAAAAACc/QSNERqErGqs/s200/Picture+371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPoeraQvI/AAAAAAAAACU/HvcCYAFxE40/s1600-h/Picture+370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737181547512562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPoeraQvI/AAAAAAAAACU/HvcCYAFxE40/s200/Picture+370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQF-raQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/7RlXYZxdbwE/s1600-h/Picture+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737688353653522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQF-raQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/7RlXYZxdbwE/s200/Picture+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQGeraQyI/AAAAAAAAACs/mwVP1QNapNU/s1600-h/Picture+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737696943588130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQGeraQyI/AAAAAAAAACs/mwVP1QNapNU/s200/Picture+373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQG-raQzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nH-Zae8N5NU/s1600-h/Picture+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737705533522738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQG-raQzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nH-Zae8N5NU/s200/Picture+374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQHOraQ0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8M0MY2KbyGw/s1600-h/Picture+375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064737709828490050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmQHOraQ0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8M0MY2KbyGw/s200/Picture+375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i've been posting a lot of pictures recently. and these are all uploaded from my phone :D and unglam queen goes to natalieong for never knowing when i got all those ugly pictures of her in my camera album :) ok sorry, dont be angry, its really not your fault that you can be so candid all the time that i have to take a picture of you. no no no im not spamming you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-4040890831537248696?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/4040890831537248696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=4040890831537248696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4040890831537248696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/4040890831537248696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/taurus-cutie-most-amazing-kisser.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkmPneraQsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VObD3hbnAU4/s72-c/Picture+367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-7144755759121166886</id><published>2007-05-13T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:27:59.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's over, look out below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm wasted, I still taste it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah it's so hard to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;So breathe in now, and breathe it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;The forecast; A car crash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's looking like another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Breakdown, rebound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;This could be my last goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You cross your heart, I hope to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I can't deny your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You know I try to read between the lines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I saw a warning sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And then you threw me up against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Who said that it's better to have loved and lost? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I wish that I had never loved at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;No rewinds, no second times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I won't break, I won't waste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Everything you left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;So don't follow, just let it go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;The weather's been better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;So let it be another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Breakdown, rebound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;This could be my last goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You cross your heart, I hope to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I can't deny your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You know I try to read between the lines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I saw a warning sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And then you threw me up against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Who said that it's better to have loved and lost? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I wish that I had never loved at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;All the nights you spent sitting nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Out there on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;All the nights I waited by the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;When you were going in alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And all your different faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And all your different ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Are making everything a mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And all I'm saying is that I have different places and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;All the complications end today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I can't deny your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You know I try to read between the lines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I saw a warning sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And then you threw me up against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Who said that it's better to have loved and lost? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I wish that I had never loved at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still after running for miles, i can't escape from &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-7144755759121166886?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/7144755759121166886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=7144755759121166886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7144755759121166886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/7144755759121166886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-over-look-out-below-im-wasted-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-31804804.post-5524161412325429059</id><published>2007-05-13T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:00:27.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weekend have been really busy. i went for jubilate on friday and i had cca on saturday. then today's mothers' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was lovely :) first of all, i have to thank jacq. hehh see, i promised you a post where i would write about youuuu and i did it :) well, i forgot totally that we had to dress formally and i dragged her all the way home with me during lunch to get some thing to wear. but how saddd, i couldnt get to choose properly cause jacq was constantly reminding me that we had to go back for cca. she was soo mean okay. anyway. cca was quite slacking. but enjoyable. and after cca, i met up with germainegermaine and we cabbed all the way to wisma to get her buttondown. and we had to walk and walk around taka to get a cab at 715 (!!!!!) but germaine called a cab anyway and we reached UCC at around 740. hehh we were freaking late, and i missed band's performance! i was so angry at myself okay. cause i so badly wanted to see lijie and jessie play:( anyway, dance was damn nice. jiemin was so pretty! haha she dances really well, kaili too. and valentia. i think i missed out a few names, but anyway, YOU WERE ALL VERY PRETTY KNOW. hahah i love valentia!!!!! then after jubilate, me and germainegermaine walked all the way out to get a cab to go supper, hehh but it was really stupid, cause by the time we reached casuarina prata, i didnt feel like eating anymore, so we walked all the way home from there. so i reached home at around 1145 plus. and i took a shower and sat on my bed and stoned until 1 plus before realising that there was cca the next day and tried very hard to fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday was ultimate disappointing. i called vchew in school at 1 plus and cried on the phone the whole conversation :( aww sad right. but vchew made my day when she actually came all the way to macs to meet me for lunch. YAY VCHEW MAKES MY DAY :DDDD. i dont know why but talking to her really makes me feel damn high :) she's the panadol for my flu that spells depression. (VCHEW, you see this paragraph is all about you, touched) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh natalieong helped me to sign up for job attachment already. but after looking at the description, i realised i didnt quite like it. but anyway, its too late, so i'll just live with it. and i decided that i'll be independent (like huishan) when im doing the JA. okay, sheila chope first ah, if there's anyone who have to do a job alone, i'll be the one. isn't that like the whole point of JA? like to learn to be independent? yeah i'll make use of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZYuraQjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TdNuDc4tuRs/s1600-h/Picture+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063903481150718514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZYuraQjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TdNuDc4tuRs/s200/Picture+366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZZOraQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vlqiOiubHpQ/s1600-h/Picture+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063903489740653122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZZOraQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vlqiOiubHpQ/s200/Picture+360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZZuraQlI/AAAAAAAAABE/9x3BUQ9Iqq0/s1600-h/Picture+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063903498330587730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZZuraQlI/AAAAAAAAABE/9x3BUQ9Iqq0/s200/Picture+356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaasOraQpI/AAAAAAAAABk/xrqYJJuPm-A/s1600-h/Picture+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063904915669795474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaasOraQpI/AAAAAAAAABk/xrqYJJuPm-A/s200/Picture+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZZ-raQmI/AAAAAAAAABM/QYGZrskmmaU/s1600-h/Picture+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063903502625555042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZZ-raQmI/AAAAAAAAABM/QYGZrskmmaU/s200/Picture+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZaeraQnI/AAAAAAAAABU/YVaNf15AMVU/s1600-h/Picture+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063903511215489650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZaeraQnI/AAAAAAAAABU/YVaNf15AMVU/s200/Picture+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rkaar-raQoI/AAAAAAAAABc/mn-0ZjtcdAw/s1600-h/Picture+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063904911374828162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rkaar-raQoI/AAAAAAAAABc/mn-0ZjtcdAw/s200/Picture+336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaaseraQqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mfhBGWp7s94/s1600-h/Picture+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063904919964762786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaaseraQqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mfhBGWp7s94/s200/Picture+321.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rkaas-raQrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/79rRllpPOFM/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063904928554697394" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/Rkaas-raQrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/79rRllpPOFM/s200/Picture+240.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-5524161412325429059?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/5524161412325429059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=5524161412325429059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5524161412325429059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/5524161412325429059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekend-have-been-really-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjxtdPuLS1A/RkaZYuraQjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TdNuDc4tuRs/s72-c/Picture+366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31804804.post-8355875526706709488</id><published>2007-05-06T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:42:19.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. So if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do understand why you have to lie sometimes, and i know its something that you won't ever want to do, i hope. i can believe that someday things will be the same again, but the carousel we are on only stops for you. so the music plays and i try to sing along to the tune. but it plays a miserable song that tells me im all alone. i flipped a coin and it proved the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun :D remembers the 2 rounds of strolling on the TJC track. hehhehhhh vivian and jacq, I LOVE YOU. the ride home on the MRT sucks, besides the fact that i was all alone :(  no i don't blame jacq and viv, they were lovely last night. i think i fell in love with them &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31804804-8355875526706709488?l=sheilaseah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/feeds/8355875526706709488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31804804&amp;postID=8355875526706709488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8355875526706709488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31804804/posts/default/8355875526706709488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilaseah.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-tell-me-when-youre-gonna-let-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sheila-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
