<?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-34928407</id><updated>2012-02-07T00:27:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She(Ryl)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6893238413622113427</id><published>2012-02-05T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:27:57.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over and I have 2 weeks of holiday!! But sometimes I wish I just have lessons will do. When I'm not doing anything, my mind tend to wander off and think of ridiculous things or reflect on past activities. And I just don't know which is worse, disappointment or awkwardness? Nobody really understands me anyway.. The ones that really do are almost never around, and the ones that try are too dumb to understand. And some that I can really pour my heart out into, think that I'm weird when I do that. So I'm just so fed up and tired with so many things and people around, that maybe I should just bury myself with books and go for neverending lessons, delete my Facebook account and tear myself away from the world. People say I think too much. But I need a bungee jump off the cliff right now. Maybe I'm a subtle adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: "You should know that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep quiet more often, since nobody wants to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6893238413622113427?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6893238413622113427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2012/02/exams-are-over-and-i-have-2-weeks-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6893238413622113427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6893238413622113427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2012/02/exams-are-over-and-i-have-2-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-661114019070068397</id><published>2012-01-08T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:22:38.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered that on Christmas, Grace's pastor mentioned that to obtain happiness in life requires finding your 3Ps. They are Pleasure, Passion and Purpose. The crucial thing is  finding Purpose first. I think that my purpose in life is to be filial to my parents and making others happy, but of course not at the expense of sacrificing one's virtues. Besides, it links to my subject in school, ethics isn't it? The general principles of ethics that are universal are: respect yourself, learning to respect reality, respect for community, respect for all types of lives and respect for future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-661114019070068397?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/661114019070068397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-remembered-that-on-christmas-graces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/661114019070068397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/661114019070068397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-remembered-that-on-christmas-graces.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6408587462887644754</id><published>2012-01-08T00:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:50:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every week, town area just gets more and more crowded... Sigh, and the sales are so tempting, but I just have no money to buy new clothes. My money has been spent on my law book, my phone bills, but mostly on transport, food and drinks. I've got two 4000word essay which are not done yet... Exams are at the end of this month and beginning of February, but I just can't think of a perfect reason to escape awkward situations with my relatives on Chinese New Year. Hopefully, studying for exams isn't too weak to be an excuse. I tried talking with my cousins before but it just seems awkward, and I don't understand how we used to be so close and now so distant. Gosh, I just wish there would be a pill that I can take to forget the faces and memories of my own relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents have been busy every weekend helping out at my Uncle's ice cream store at Esplanade. But I wished they wouldn't be the ones doing the job, it makes me feel so alone when I come back from town on late Saturday nights with the empty dark house. I wish there would be like people hiding behind the furniture and shout "SURPRISE!" when I switch on the lights, or at least a dog to greet me. But no, it's quite unfair that I'm not even allowed to keep a hamster. And I'm no longer gonna treasure people who do not treat me the same way anymore, so I have zero expectations and disappointments. Afterall, why give them a place in my heart when they have none for me... Stupid people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog entry is always full of angst and sadness, Grace said to have more positiveness in my life. So I'll talk about happy things too. I'm just glad that they like the post-its for Christmas, even though if it's just something small. And it's raining now! Hope I'll have more dreams like Korean idols and riding a motorbike without license =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6408587462887644754?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6408587462887644754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-week-town-area-just-gets-more-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6408587462887644754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6408587462887644754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-week-town-area-just-gets-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4834029021885282923</id><published>2011-12-16T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:23:12.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with the society. Why nowadays, people are so INCONSIDERATE. A good example would be my neighbour. Drilling at 11plus, allowing their children to run non-stop above my ceiling. Aren't they afraid that people will complain? Why are the parents allowing their children to do stuff like that, and not even scolding them. Shouldn't they know about self-discipline? Even when I was young, and I ran and played at my grandma's house with my cousins. Then my uncle would scold and ask us to spare a thought for the neighbours downstairs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, you could just let your children run somemore, until one day when I've had it. I will definitely make my way up and scold the shit hell out of you bird brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4834029021885282923?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4834029021885282923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-wonder-what-is-wrong-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4834029021885282923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4834029021885282923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-wonder-what-is-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4162269456583904327</id><published>2011-12-16T21:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:32:02.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. How should I start this... Well, I've been very busy with assignments. Studying business law is really interesting, and how it can be applied to our daily lives. And I thought law was boring, but my teacher made it very fun with the different scenarios and examples. Whereas, the one subject that I thought would be the most interesting, Events Management, turns out to be the most boring lessons ever, because of the teacher. The topics were interesting, but I swear the questions asked were so predictable and stupid, my classmates didn't wanna answer. So it was always Peishan and me answering them. Besides school, I've been watching Running Man and WWE. RANDY ORTON AND SHEAMUS FTW!!! Can't wait to watch Randy Orton versus Wade Barrett this Sunday, and The Rock versus Cena on April 1st. Then recently, I've been watching Big Bang Theory as well, I heart Shelton Cooper! And I'm gonna start on One Piece, because CK said that it's better than Naruto. I've been reading a lot of news and watching television too. It's horrible yet hilarious how Singaporean Chinese shows on Channel 8, include English words while they speak. It's no wonder we're all getting influenced. I mean, if you're gonna speak Chinese, then speak Chinese all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to catch up on what had happened in my life other than school and videos... Before December started, I told myself not to expect anything out of anyone, to make my life better. So I did that, and Peishan told me that the three of us, including CK shall have dinner together after Friday's lesson. I suspected a little bit when CK said he couldn't make it because he had a friend's birthday to attend, but I killed my suspicions to prevent disappointment. So Peishan brought me to Arbite Cafe at Serangoon Gardens, while CK took a different direction. It ended up that I had a surprise birthday celebration + 2nd karaoke singing session with Peishan, CK and his chopstick brothers. Shockingly JunJie turned up, because CK contacted JunJie on the day itself. I couldn't ask for more, and I felt so bad because I've only gotten Peishan a simple cupcake and musical-note-shaped paperclips on her birthday in October. But I still wonder, if we would keep in contact after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I finished my assignment on Friday morning, so I had time to catch up on wrestling and make Candice's birthday card on Saturday afternoon. Then we had her evening birthday celebration at Shangri-La Hotel's the Line with her family and colleagues. International buffet, stomach almost exploded, and my shoe sole came off. What an experience! Come Sunday, I met JunJie at Harbourfront and we left for Universal Studios! I swear once you've sat on Battlestar Galactica (personally I prefer Cylon), the rest is nothing man... Then I found my handsome Puss in Boots for a picture =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4162269456583904327?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4162269456583904327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4162269456583904327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4162269456583904327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3645677363344502888</id><published>2011-11-05T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:46:37.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Falling sick for the 2nd time this year, including the weekend before last week. Terrible feeling, this time was 上吐下泻, plus fever after I had that mcspicy and milk  ice cream, because I was determined to try for the last time if I could get Orchard Road for the McDonald's Monopoly. Yeah, even my doctor laughed about it when he asked what I ate before getting the vomiting and diarrhoea. On the good side, I was given 2 days of MC, and now I'm feeling better, I can resume on watching Running Man again. So I'm a happy girl, except that these few days just need to refrain from non-oily or fried food or dairy products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads to me being bullied by my classmate called CK. I fell sick on Wednesday night and went to see doctor on Thursday, which means my 2 days of MC could cover me for Thursday and Friday. But since I was feeling all better on Friday, I decided to go school, because I knew my lecturer would be briefing about the assignment due next week. Then during break, knowing that I was sick, CK ordered FISH &amp; CHIPS, which smelled so good and looked so mouth watering, and sat right in front of me. And he ordered BANDUNG, while I just sipped on my mineral water. Awesome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on Friday, after my pathetic porridge for dinner at home, my mum sat right beside me on the sofa and opened up my favourite SOUR AND CREAM CHIPS. The smell immediately burst in the living room and went up my nose. Everyone's out to bully me yesterday, EVEN JUN JIE, HE WENT TO HAVE A SCUMPTUOUS DINNER AT FAT BOY =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I'll get my share soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3645677363344502888?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3645677363344502888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/11/falling-sick-for-2nd-time-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3645677363344502888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3645677363344502888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/11/falling-sick-for-2nd-time-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6255931750944881659</id><published>2011-10-23T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:46:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's probably old news by now, but I've passed my driving test!!! Although, it feels like I didn't pass, at least I know I don't have to waste anymore money on driving lessons anymore! But I just can't help thinking if I had a car right now, I no longer hafta wait for buses that take ages to arrive, no more smelly smokers or people who didn't shower or sweaty people, sitting in front of me. Or even bearing with noisy kids screaming and banging on the bus window. Long long long way to go, before I get my own Mini Cooper or Lotus Elise (yes, no more Lamborghini Gallardo, ever since it made me gain a fierce scolding from my tester after the practical test). Heck that, I still passed anyway. Oh and I've passed my school exams for last semester too. And there I thought I would fail, because I didn't study much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bad news, I'm down with a fever and sore throat right now. It sucks to be sick. Sigh, and there are so many problems regarding my uncle's ice cream store, I don't even know where to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6255931750944881659?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6255931750944881659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-probably-old-news-by-now-but-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6255931750944881659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6255931750944881659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-probably-old-news-by-now-but-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3074553954129518818</id><published>2011-10-07T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:38:39.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm heading to Batam tonight, but I haven't packed my bags. Plus, I'm broke, and and and... I'll be back on Sunday afternoon. By the way, I've gotten a new phone! Thanks to my mum renewing her contract, I now have a Nokia E5. So much easier for me to type my messages, I hate touchscreen phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving skills are so rusty, and I've hit all kinds of kerbs today. Okay, that sounded very exaggerated, but it's kinda true. On the bright side, I didn't stall the engine today. I need to drive everyday, I need to pass my test on Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3074553954129518818?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3074553954129518818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-heading-to-batam-tonight-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3074553954129518818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3074553954129518818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-heading-to-batam-tonight-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3767472248691658148</id><published>2011-10-03T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:07:08.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So glad that exams are over, but I'm quite worried about results. But now that exams are over, I'm worried about my driving test! My skills are all so rusty and I'm having driving test next week. OMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3767472248691658148?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3767472248691658148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-glad-that-exams-are-over-but-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3767472248691658148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3767472248691658148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-glad-that-exams-are-over-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-9105257488587119659</id><published>2011-09-14T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:48:51.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's study week! My exams haven't even started yet, but I can't wait for it to be over already. Soooooo many things running through my mind about what I should do during my holiday, and time is passing by so fast. Maybe it's because I've been waking up at 12 noon recently, but I can't believe it's already the mid of September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's one thing I realised, somehow, wherever I go, I seem to be the "youngest" member in the group. I mean the group in school that I have now may be much smaller, but it's like certain people I meet are similar to the ones I've met in poly. Peishan takes the place of Stephanie and Grace (the motherly one, but she's very sensitive to the word "old"). Ck takes the place of Jason that whole gang (jokers), except Ck is more mature. Then Cheryl takes the place of someone like Candice, Emilyn or Lydia (but she's just a little blur).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss Grace + Mel + Candice already. When is Final Destination???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-9105257488587119659?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9105257488587119659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-study-week-my-exams-havent-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/9105257488587119659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/9105257488587119659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-study-week-my-exams-havent-even.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5428232467524589613</id><published>2011-08-20T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:55:03.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mel's 21st birthday was warm and sweet! It's actually quite nice to have a small gathering and catch up with one another, plus the presents and mini polaroids. I really hope you like the card and presents we've gotten even though we didn't have a proper cake for you. But truly, you're very important to all of us and I hope that after decades, we'd still be in contact just like how we are now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of 21st birthdays this year, and sometimes I would have this idea of how my own birthday will be like. And it's like just a few of my close lovely friends and myself lying on the gorgeous beach next to a resort that we stay in, and just listening to the sounds of the waves (but definitely not in Singapore). Then we'll have spoons digging into a small chocolate ice cream cake, and i have 9 red balloons in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the kind who has theme parties with so many people, it feels like I need to entertain everyone like a slave. It'll be tiring, I just want to laze on the beach and chill with good food and good friends. It's either that or a theme park! But anyway, everyone has their own preference on their birthdays.. Actually you know what, the best birthday that I would ever have, is to have a dog of my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5428232467524589613?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5428232467524589613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/08/mels-21st-birthday-was-warm-and-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5428232467524589613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5428232467524589613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/08/mels-21st-birthday-was-warm-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3319802553238033946</id><published>2011-08-02T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:57:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At many times, I admire my father for being very knowledgeable. He has knowledge of almost everything, and I can ask him about anything under the sun, moon and in the galaxy, up in Heaven and down in Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can cook better than my mum, take care of so many plants, fishes, snails and shrimps. I've tried his routine before, the watering of plants, feeding of fishes and shrimps. It's tiring you know, especially watering all the plants in his balcony, carrying the hanging plants, bending up and down to water each plant. It's like worse than gym. But I appreciate his passion, he's a Superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he can speak quite a few languages: English, Mandarin, Taiwan-Chinese, China-Chinese, Hokkien, Cantonese, Japanese, some Korean, some Malay and Indonesian, a bit of Tamil, Hakka and Thai. I love my father =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3319802553238033946?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3319802553238033946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-many-times-i-admire-my-father-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3319802553238033946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3319802553238033946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-many-times-i-admire-my-father-for.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7608197453741688675</id><published>2011-07-29T23:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:14:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keith says I'm being emo, but I think I'm doing a good job avoiding Facebook. Not knowing about certain people's lives, makes me happier =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually like going to school and attending lessons. Economics is rather interesting, but I'm having difficulty in understanding Accounting. Human Resources and Hospitality Services Management seems alright to me for now. But when the time for exams come, I'll probably be blending my books into juice and inject it into my heart for knowledge instead of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I bought LARGE Garrett popcorn (the one from Citylink). It was SINFUL... Ate it while watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2. JJ was right, shouldn't have bought the Large, totally regretted it. We ate it until we got sick of the taste... Brought back the leftover and my mum finished it within 3 days. My mum's a wonderwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm getting sick of driving. I may be improving but my driving's still weak, because my car always jerks! Parking may be straight but my car isn't in the middle and it's always more towards the right. Hence, I have no confidence in passing my practical test. Even if I do pass, it wouldn't be with flying colours =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. "Imagination is more important than knowledge", by Albert Einstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7608197453741688675?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7608197453741688675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-im-doing-good-job-avoiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7608197453741688675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7608197453741688675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-im-doing-good-job-avoiding.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1217748921405994362</id><published>2011-07-15T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:40:33.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I don't wish to login to Facebook anymore until I receive notifications that are related to me. The homepage is filled with too many things I don't wish to see or read, because it really spoils my mood. I want to see and read happy things that brings my mood up. I'm getting so sick, fed up and tired already that I don't wanna care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1217748921405994362?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1217748921405994362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-why-but-i-dont-wish-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1217748921405994362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1217748921405994362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-why-but-i-dont-wish-to.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1547849893994856268</id><published>2011-07-12T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:51:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like days like yesterday, when I can idle and go to a place without spending much money yet enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and I actually went to walk from the KTM train tracks near Queenstown, towards Buona Vista MRT Station. Of course it was my brilliant idea! Despite the hot sun and the non-stop sweating, it was enjoyable! Taking photos/polaroids and exploring the place... We even saw a poor dead dog's bones and fur split into two on the tracks and an old television plus tons of shoe soles along the way. There were other people besides us, both tourists and locals. After that, I brought JJ the 'sua-gu' to Holland Village for lunch and we went town to watch Monte Carlo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I swear I need to try the new popcorn shop at Citylink, it's very tempting... And next free day, we'll head to Tree Top Walk =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1547849893994856268?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1547849893994856268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-like-days-like-yesterday-when-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1547849893994856268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1547849893994856268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-like-days-like-yesterday-when-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7353085355636117552</id><published>2011-07-06T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:32:10.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many times I remember things that my friends don't remember. I remember minor things like who wore this to that occasion or like someone said something like that. And they would go like, "Oh, is it?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many things that I remember when my friends don't, and I get very frustrated. Instead of my friends (who can't recall things they've said to me, for they have a busy life and YEAH I have no life), it is my memory that annoys the shit hell out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they are being said or promised made awhile ago and I can still recall them. It sorta gives me false hope like "Wow, you actually care/think/remember about me". But no, it's just a "Hey, how are you doing?" and then don't give a damn about what my answer is and forget that you had even asked me. Wah, I wish I could be like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this happens all the time and I should get over it, plus I shouldn't even have mentioned or even bothered to remember, because it makes me look like a fool who has all the time in the world to chase people to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JJ says that I hardly ever mention him in my blog, well, I just did. LOOK HERE - I HATE YOU...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7353085355636117552?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7353085355636117552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/many-times-i-remember-things-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7353085355636117552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7353085355636117552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/07/many-times-i-remember-things-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3038899186233071133</id><published>2011-06-21T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:03:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although my father may always say that "Mummy and I don't expect you to take care of us when we grow older, we got enough money to take care of ourselves". I do wonder if he is using reverse psychology on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the more he says that, the more I wanna prove him wrong. That when he grows older, I would still want him to kiss on my cheek and I would return it back to him, just like how he still does right now. I would give them allowances so they could buy whatever they want, just like how my parents are filial to their own parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3038899186233071133?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3038899186233071133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/although-my-father-may-always-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3038899186233071133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3038899186233071133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/although-my-father-may-always-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1091585551907119495</id><published>2011-06-18T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:29:53.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have noticed that there are many people around me who make empty promises. I just need to stop believing and chasing after people whom I care about but do not give a heck about me at all. It's getting very tiring. I don't want to be the one pushing and bothering others anymore. I shall only react to people who care for me from now on, unless if my future job requires that tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sometimes I have a difficulty walking into a room full of people alone. I feel uncomfortable until I meet someone I am comfortable with. Until I meet my boyfriend in the room, then I'll be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing we can do about the past.", I need to stop living for my past. But I do believe that if we're meant to be friends, we will meet again somehow, somewhere. Uhh.. nothing calms me down and cheers me up like Owl City does... I'm so thankful to Adam Young and his insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If We're All Alone, Aren't We In This Together? by October Fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1091585551907119495?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1091585551907119495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-noticed-that-there-are-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1091585551907119495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1091585551907119495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-noticed-that-there-are-many.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-8083019610426623957</id><published>2011-06-08T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:07:54.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that I can learn many things from Kar Kiat. For example, keeping my temper cool and just filter out the important points that I need to change when somebody isn't happy with my performance, instead of arguing with that person and insisting that you are correct. Then I would think on how to work on it, and just practice it in my head. I guess, I really have to learn how to be thick-skinned and just achieve my purpose without feeling so discouraged easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-8083019610426623957?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8083019610426623957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-think-that-i-can-learn-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8083019610426623957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8083019610426623957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-think-that-i-can-learn-many.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1117757189953624484</id><published>2011-05-26T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:28:45.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I had an empty wall, so I can put all of my polaroids into a giant white frame that covers from left to right, top to bottom of the wall. Then I'll have spotlights from above to shine onto the polaroids! So when I'm free, I can just enjoy looking at each polaroid on my wall and laugh at the silly moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1117757189953624484?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1117757189953624484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wish-i-had-empty-wall-so-i-can-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1117757189953624484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1117757189953624484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wish-i-had-empty-wall-so-i-can-put.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3490910030492839351</id><published>2011-05-17T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:46:38.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like after my second year of poly, I have friends who lose one of two of their friends. Mostly, suicidal cases due to relationships or depression.. And their friends are like about my age. But it's so selfish of them to commit something like suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to? I mean it's not like I haven't thought of it before, but that was so damn long time ago. Just give yourself a chance and be more thick-skinned, have more confidence in yourself, or I'd say you're a coward for giving up your life and hurting people around you like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally like what I'm studying now, even though it's just 3hours a day, but I love the Communications module. Like what my Comms lecturer always says, "Know thy self". Once you understand yourself better, you can control your reactions and the situation better. I wished her lesson didn't have to be that short. 3 months of university life just flew by like that. I've made a few friends, really funny ones who can make my face turn red, like Valerie, Peishan, Ivy and Clover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I chose events, simply because I like to meet new people. It's like after secondary school days, I became extroverted in poly (especially camp, like I'd go up to a stranger and say, "Hey we have the same bag!"), then halfway through became a bit introvert for a while. After entering university, I'm a mild extrovert now (I think).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3490910030492839351?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3490910030492839351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-like-after-my-second-year-of-poly-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3490910030492839351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3490910030492839351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-like-after-my-second-year-of-poly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6901464092784462779</id><published>2011-05-07T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:30:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a fool for many reasons. Just to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not many people know this, but if I'm alone and looking for my friend's present, I can't really stop. Even after I've bought the present, I would think, "That looks like it suits her/him better than what I've bought! What if she/he isn't happy with that present? Maybe I should buy a new one and replace or give it with the current present! So they have more presents!". And I would think for very long, even if that friend is not close or even appreciates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I always think of the people who were once close with me, like what are they doing now. Do they ever think or miss me? Do they still read my blog or notice me on Facebook? Or if they ever remember my birthday? Do they still have my number in their phones? Would they wanna hang out with me? But obviously, they don't even have me in their minds. You see, it's called moving on, but I just can't really move on. And I'm not the kind who makes the first move. That's why nowadays, I dislike using Facebook, because it enables you to stalk people. But at the end of the day, you always get disappointment like that person wouldn't reply to me even if I were to write on their walls anyway. Or even if they do, it's a short exchange of messages and then that person gets busy and the conversation stops there. Or rather I would stop there because I don't wanna be of a nuisance to them. Hence, I wouldn't ever get to see them in reality, or give them a hug and say "Hi friend, I really miss you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sometimes I over-think or do things differently from others, I have no idea if it's stupidity or I'm just plain weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I like to watch certain movies over and over again, because I just love that particular scene a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I believe that if I treat a person very well, and get her/him a present that she/he really likes, and that person would give me something good in return. Clearly, it's not true or will ever have the possibility of becoming true. But, I just can't kick this bad habit of mine away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I've always believe that if I imagine something bad happen, then the reality will turn good or at least a safe one. But sometimes, bad things just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I like to imagine that someone will do something that I want, without me stating on my blog or hinting and asking for it, but it's never gonna happen. Afterall, it's impossible, unless people can read my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6901464092784462779?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6901464092784462779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-fool-for-many-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6901464092784462779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6901464092784462779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-fool-for-many-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3978044424103227632</id><published>2011-05-02T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:20:11.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many people have been telling me that my blog is so sad, so emo, so depressing etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, because I am, or more like I was. But who cares man, I don't need a best friend who treats me like their best friend, for me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, "You can't control the things that happen to you, but you can control the way you react to them. It's all perception." - You Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the 2 weeks holiday in June, after my exam. I've already made a list of stuff I need to do or places to go (in Singapore of course). I don't have so much money to be travelling, but I definitely need to shop and clear my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3978044424103227632?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3978044424103227632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/many-people-have-been-telling-me-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3978044424103227632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3978044424103227632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/many-people-have-been-telling-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3102770429845714278</id><published>2011-04-29T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:21:56.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I can't wait to start on my Theories and Practices essay. But I don't know where to begin, even though my professor had broken it down to bits and pieces for us. He even created a word count skeleton for us, just so we could accomplish writing our essay within that 2000word limit. But, for sure, even I know, that I would definitely overshot that word count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have Communications assignment, which I need to get someone for the interview recording. I also need to start on my Management Blog, plus Marketing Plan... Awesome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll have one exam on June 2. Yeah, and it's open book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3102770429845714278?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3102770429845714278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/honestly-i-cant-wait-to-start-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3102770429845714278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3102770429845714278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/honestly-i-cant-wait-to-start-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3679492522138078987</id><published>2011-04-25T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:43:34.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get jealous of people with their partners in perfect pictures posted on social networks. But when I take a step back and think, maybe the feeling isn't that perfect after all. It just so happens that the lighting was perfect, or their skills in photography or photoshop, that made the picture looks good. And there were probably bloopers behind the scenes of that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've never really listened to church services. But Sunday's one does make a lot of sense to me, even part of it has been mentioned by my father when he talks about meditation. Basically, finding peace with yourself in order to have peace with others and the world, is sort of the key to a happy heart. It's not about getting rid of the tornado around you or in your heart, but rather living and making peace with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got the 4th area of peace right! It's making peace with God. I don't know God, but I'm sure he knows me. Besides, we all have our own version of what God is like anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Mel and Grace, I love you guys =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3679492522138078987?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3679492522138078987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-get-jealous-of-people-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3679492522138078987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3679492522138078987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-get-jealous-of-people-with.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4564836748809622805</id><published>2011-04-22T23:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:58:24.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what a best friend/girlfriend is to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You're prepared to come to my house in the middle of the night when I cry&lt;br /&gt;2) You'll reply to every single one of my tweets&lt;br /&gt;3) You will call or text me at least once a week to talk or go out for a meal no matter how busy you are&lt;br /&gt;4) You listen and give me advice to my problems&lt;br /&gt;5) We can finish each others' sentences&lt;br /&gt;6) You know everything about me&lt;br /&gt;7) You can remember my mobile number&lt;br /&gt;8) You read my blog at least once every week&lt;br /&gt;9) We have never ending topics to talk about&lt;br /&gt;10)We love each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my definition of best friend different from everyone else's? Or am I too greedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought outside of my bubble, I like to make my point to close friends around me. If you guys ever feel offended, it was never my intention. And if there was anything needed to be said clearer, just text or call me. Because I've thought about how I should say things in a nicer way, but sometimes there isn't. So I either keep quiet, or delay it until the opposite party's mood is better. So as time goes by, I become quieter in front of others and I give in to them, but that shouldn't always be the case. Since, people would get used to that, and they assume like I would always give in to whatever they say. But I've learnt to accept without showing anything, so why can't they be the one who accept and just hide their black face away like even just for once? I've kept mum about one thing, but I can't keep another. Plus, I really feel like tearing myself away every meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4564836748809622805?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4564836748809622805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-my-definition-of-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4564836748809622805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4564836748809622805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-my-definition-of-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1079161763918674010</id><published>2011-04-18T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:18:00.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this tiny deep part of me that's always sad since young, and I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1079161763918674010?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1079161763918674010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-this-tiny-deep-part-of-me-thats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1079161763918674010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1079161763918674010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-this-tiny-deep-part-of-me-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6208091936161772796</id><published>2011-04-17T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:30:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I wonder if I really have best friends in my life. People who really love and accept me for who I am, who I feel safe to be open to talk about everything under the sun. People who would call or sms me once in awhile, to say I miss you or can we hang out soon. People who would not feel awkward towards me when I point out something that I dislike, even if it shoots them in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say to myself that I have only two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to dislike using facebook already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6208091936161772796?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6208091936161772796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/honestly-i-wonder-if-i-really-have-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6208091936161772796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6208091936161772796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/honestly-i-wonder-if-i-really-have-best.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-812643826630234755</id><published>2011-04-12T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:26:41.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can say I am disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-812643826630234755?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/812643826630234755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-can-say-i-am-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/812643826630234755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/812643826630234755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-can-say-i-am-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3305794455494067828</id><published>2011-04-05T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:55:28.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly I cannot communicate with parents, they always think that they're damn right and don't care about what I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why I dream of being rich and leaving the house, then just send them a cheque monthly. Plus, it's exactly why I would need a long hour job like events, which will keep me so occupied so that I don't hafta talk or face them for long hours and at the same time enjoy life away from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3305794455494067828?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3305794455494067828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-thats-why-i-cannot-communicate-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3305794455494067828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3305794455494067828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-thats-why-i-cannot-communicate-with.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2063143635416327207</id><published>2011-04-03T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:34:38.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At times, I wished that I had the power to be happy and make others happy no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go gym regularly soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2063143635416327207?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2063143635416327207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-times-i-wished-that-i-had-power-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2063143635416327207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2063143635416327207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-times-i-wished-that-i-had-power-to.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6713286350373250069</id><published>2011-03-20T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:21:15.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 21st Birthday to Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are one thing, growing up is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all mature together and look back at where we have come from, it's only been a few years (and more to come). We try to become better people than our previous selves, accept unexpected situations more gracefully, doll up even more, treasure the ones around you more and accomplish more things that we've aimed for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, turning into an adult is something I'm quite fearful of, but trying to overcome it. Notice how almost everyone would put their arms over others' shoulders, while I'm always the one whose shoulder with someone else's arm (especially during camwhoring) or others are always taking care after me? Recently, I'm actually trying to remind myself to be the one who puts my arm over instead and take care of others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to be calm, less hot-tempered too. So despite of certain things I'm unhappy with, I chose not to voice it out because of circumstances such as events that are meant to be happy. And I hope that there's a special reason why people act the way that I cannot comprehend. It's probably just the differences in our points of view or at least that's what I wish it would be or I hope to see it that way. And one day, I'll understand the reasons for your actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6713286350373250069?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6713286350373250069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-21st-birthday-to-grace-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6713286350373250069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6713286350373250069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-21st-birthday-to-grace-birthdays.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4954120491649508740</id><published>2011-03-17T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:23:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every lesson is interesting to me because the lecturers teach well and use their personal experiences as examples and give their thoughts on the lessons, except Friday's class. Friday's lesson can cure insomnia, thanks to the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why is it that every time I managed to wake up (and stop going back to sleep) to actually go out for a jog, the weather turns dark on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is everyone planning their 21st birthdays so soon? Even my mum asked me what my friends do for their 21st birthdays. I have no idea really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know, I want/need to leave the country and get far far away from families. That's when I'll be satisfied on my 21st birthday and wish that I manage to avoid Chinese New Year and reunion dinners for the following years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4954120491649508740?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4954120491649508740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-lesson-is-interesting-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4954120491649508740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4954120491649508740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-lesson-is-interesting-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7613535110727751648</id><published>2011-03-14T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:20:58.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was much younger, I understood earthquakes as just earthquakes. Now that I'm older, I understand that earthquakes bring tsunami along as well as trigger nuclear plants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7613535110727751648?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7613535110727751648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-was-much-younger-i-understood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7613535110727751648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7613535110727751648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-was-much-younger-i-understood.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7348206997397464607</id><published>2011-03-07T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:23:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anyone had read my tweets, they would know that I'm in a dilemma of choosing the course from SCU or UNLV. But it's still quite early to make a decision, application for SIT closes on March 20. The 3 weeks at the Las Vegas campus is reeeaaaaally tempting, because I would give almost anything to leave the house for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have this dream, that I would grow older, earn a living, strong and rich enough to afford my own house and car, take care of my own expenses and live independently. Then I'll leave my family, and never to see them ever again. Goodbye to awkward relative gatherings and ridiculous parental naggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, let me get a job that I love and can constantly travel, so when it comes to relative gatherings or some sort of thing that I hafta meet them, I can use my job as an excuse to get away from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7348206997397464607?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7348206997397464607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-anyone-had-read-my-tweets-they-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7348206997397464607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7348206997397464607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-anyone-had-read-my-tweets-they-would.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5610942640000224534</id><published>2011-02-26T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:12:27.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always loved the lyrics of The Birthday Song by Corrinne May, because it's just so beautiful and really meaningful that I'd never get sick of the song. Especially when she sings, "Don't ever lose the wonder of the child within your eyes". And I would dedicate the song to anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about that extra line&lt;br /&gt;That's creeping up upon your face&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of nature's way&lt;br /&gt;To say you've grown a little more&lt;br /&gt;Trees have rings and thicker branches&lt;br /&gt;Kids shoes get a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Every year we're getting closer to who we're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;It's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my friend&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;You're such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;br /&gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light a candle on your cake&lt;br /&gt;For every smile you've helped create&lt;br /&gt;For every heart and every soul&lt;br /&gt;You've known to grow a little more&lt;br /&gt;A few more pounds, a little more grey&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years just count the way&lt;br /&gt;It takes a little time to go from water into wine&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever lose the wonder of the child within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my friend&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;It's such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;br /&gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5610942640000224534?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5610942640000224534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-always-love-lyrics-of-birthday-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5610942640000224534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5610942640000224534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-always-love-lyrics-of-birthday-song.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4083439308365600115</id><published>2011-02-20T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:09:50.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm too dependent on JJ already. Sometimes I feel at loss when he's not with me. I would be unclear of my directions, because he's always the one leading me which direction to take if I wanna go to this or that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would feel out of place and scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4083439308365600115?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4083439308365600115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-im-too-dependent-on-jj-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4083439308365600115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4083439308365600115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-im-too-dependent-on-jj-already.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4235694081763220291</id><published>2011-02-12T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:52:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this thing, that I put my friends before my boyfriend. So I would never be the type of girl who has a boyfriend and forget about friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that some friends are like that and I dislike it. Just like how others would dislike if I were to put my boyfriend above them. But some others are able to be understanding enough, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone even understands what I just typed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4235694081763220291?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4235694081763220291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-this-thing-that-i-put-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4235694081763220291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4235694081763220291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-this-thing-that-i-put-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4439155811456583893</id><published>2011-02-03T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:31:19.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesomeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to escape reunion dinner and visitings to relatives' houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel awkward, uncomfortable and lonelier when I eat together with them. I'd rather eat alone than to eat with a bunch of people who make me feel more alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4439155811456583893?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4439155811456583893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/awesomeeee-i-managed-to-escape-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4439155811456583893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4439155811456583893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/02/awesomeeee-i-managed-to-escape-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7390182644887761832</id><published>2011-01-13T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:47:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February 3rd and 4th, I'm running away from family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7390182644887761832?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7390182644887761832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-3rd-and-4th-im-running-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7390182644887761832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7390182644887761832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-3rd-and-4th-im-running-away.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7047250317971888438</id><published>2011-01-10T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:51:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last day of work was last Saturday. Met many nice aunties over there, met many students awaiting for their O Level and A Level results. Met Ken and Hansen, they've been a great company and awesome dinner buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run quite a few times just to catch the gate before it closes, since we don't have the access cards to get out. We had to reserve the brooms at 10.30pm before others could take it, so that we could clear our workplace fast and get in the queue in order to punch our cards early. Doubt I'll ever see them again, perhaps on the streets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my next job starts tomorrow. I wonder what kind of people would I meet this time...  Hope there would be many nice people who would eat with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7047250317971888438?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7047250317971888438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-last-day-of-work-was-last-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7047250317971888438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7047250317971888438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-last-day-of-work-was-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2597190891386348132</id><published>2011-01-09T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:26:50.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I grow older, I begin to understand my parents' hearts more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the best for me no matter what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagging/Asking = Concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as irritating it may be, I no longer talk back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, as I grow older, my parents get older too. I know that because they can watch television and the next moment their eyes are closed (means they're asleep), just like my grandparents. Just the difference of snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to a kiss in the morning on 1st of January, and my father says "HAPPY NEW YEAR" with a big smile on his face makes me treasure him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I walk into the kitchen, I see my father looking at the frying pan. And I can see words flowing above his head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What should I cook for Sheryl? Fried Kway Teow? Aiya don't want, cook so many times later she sick of it.. Fried rice? Hmmm, later she can't finish, but her appetite also big, nevermind lah, can't finish can keep in the fridge. But fridge already filled with so many of Sharon's (my mum's) stuff. Noodles? Ahhh, cook noodles easiest, she like and fast to cook too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turns around and asked me what I wanna eat. I replied noodles. Then he was like, " I knew it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2597190891386348132?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2597190891386348132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-i-grow-older-i-begin-to-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2597190891386348132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2597190891386348132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-i-grow-older-i-begin-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1870595127395021015</id><published>2010-12-22T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:32:10.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching 2 Korean dramas, 18 vs 29 and Oh! My Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is My Personal Preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the list consists of:&lt;br /&gt;- Famous Princesses (need to catch up on it since I didn't get to watch finish on tv)&lt;br /&gt;- Fugitive: Plan B&lt;br /&gt;- Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;- Marry Me! Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably watch Antique Bakery again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1870595127395021015?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1870595127395021015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-finished-watching-2-korean-dramas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1870595127395021015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1870595127395021015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-finished-watching-2-korean-dramas.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2152261680406288970</id><published>2010-12-21T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:38:50.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted this note on Facebook. It's mean, but kinda hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Guys are﻿ in a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says "I﻿ have﻿ the smallest arm in﻿ the﻿﻿ world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says "I﻿ have﻿ the smallest head in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third﻿ guy says "I have the smallest dick in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all﻿ go to﻿ the﻿ Guinness Book of World records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The﻿ first guy comes back and says "I really﻿ have the smallest arm in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy returns and says "I really have the smallest﻿ head in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The﻿ third guy comes back and angrily﻿ says "Who the fuck is Justin Bieber?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2152261680406288970?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2152261680406288970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-of-mine-posted-this-note-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2152261680406288970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2152261680406288970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/friend-of-mine-posted-this-note-on.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7857581139674086462</id><published>2010-12-21T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:14:35.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like someone whom I can lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to be my jacket, to make me smile, to not make lame jokes that piss me off when I'm feeling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can write me long sweet letters on special occasions instead of just buying some card from a store and write "Happy Birthday" or "Merry Christmas". Someone who knows when to be funny and when to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would never ever ever call me ugly, bully or make fun of me, compare me to friend's girlfriend (even if it was a joke). Someone who is not stupid and really really respects me, treats me as his partner and best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would not make me feel lonelier than being alone. Someone who can think of nice rare places to go and things to do without having to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking for too much? (or is it that such a guy like this, is non-existent?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7857581139674086462?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7857581139674086462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-someone-whom-i-can-lean-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7857581139674086462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7857581139674086462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-someone-whom-i-can-lean-on.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1035437426613955119</id><published>2010-12-20T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:51:01.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just need to imagine my parents went for a long grocery shopping in the afternoons, then it wouldn't feel so lonely. Morning, I have to water the plants. Seriously, I didn't know it would be so tiring... Need to feed the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I get to own the television and watch Music Bank :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1035437426613955119?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1035437426613955119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-need-to-imagine-my-parents-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1035437426613955119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1035437426613955119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-need-to-imagine-my-parents-went.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5856024172286847547</id><published>2010-12-19T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:31:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"you lose at least 2 close friends when you get attached okay.", quoted from Lum's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5856024172286847547?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5856024172286847547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-lose-at-least-2-close-friends-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5856024172286847547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5856024172286847547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-lose-at-least-2-close-friends-when.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5785439402203326423</id><published>2010-12-15T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:06:54.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times when I miss the past and times when I wish for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I look at the present?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5785439402203326423?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5785439402203326423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-are-times-when-i-miss-past-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5785439402203326423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5785439402203326423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-are-times-when-i-miss-past-and.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6120744991464337437</id><published>2010-12-14T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:48:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of fake-argueing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me fat, pig, ugly and all the other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't spice up the relationship. It just makes me feel fed up, and wonder why I am together with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6120744991464337437?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6120744991464337437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-tired-of-fake-argueing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6120744991464337437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6120744991464337437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-tired-of-fake-argueing.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4232760355571681412</id><published>2010-12-13T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:47:40.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father always says, "Sheryl, do not look to the past or the future and compare them to the present. Nothing is permanent, Mummy and I are not permanent, I will die someday, Mummy too. Just be happy with what you have, treasure it before it's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I can't stop looking to the past and future. I always plan for something, but it never goes according to my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping with Cheryl Yeo! Why everytime we shop when we're broke.. So many nice clothes out there, my Forever21 stuff is coming this week!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night going to eat seafood with family at JB..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4232760355571681412?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4232760355571681412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-father-always-says-sheryl-do-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4232760355571681412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4232760355571681412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-father-always-says-sheryl-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5876040280741173596</id><published>2010-12-12T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:39:22.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal what has been hurt, change the fate’s design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine.." - Rapunzel: A Tangled Tale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5876040280741173596?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5876040280741173596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/flower-gleam-and-glow-let-your-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5876040280741173596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5876040280741173596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/flower-gleam-and-glow-let-your-power.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6593454919753378529</id><published>2010-12-11T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:25:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Mel, Candice, Grace: Thank you for the gifts! I love it very much, hope you love the presents I bought for you all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get motivation to go running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clear my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get motivation to clear my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Clear my room&lt;br /&gt;2) Start sleeping and waking up early to go running in the morning&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat more fruits&lt;br /&gt;4) Get the $19.90 album from ArtFriend to put all my polaroid photos&lt;br /&gt;5) Study the Basic Theory book&lt;br /&gt;6) Get a denim shorts jumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's raining now, very nice to sleep. Ok, I'll start by sleeping early now and waking up early tomorrow to run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6593454919753378529?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6593454919753378529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-to-go-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6593454919753378529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6593454919753378529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-to-go-running.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2779299217393369061</id><published>2010-12-05T23:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:09:21.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got so difficult to get a present for me meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy me a simple dress or necklace or earrings or bracelets/bangles or shoes, I also happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change my wardrobe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clear my studying room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you guys clear my room for me, I don't mind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fly like a G6, like a G6..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2779299217393369061?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2779299217393369061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-so-difficult-to-get-present-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2779299217393369061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2779299217393369061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-so-difficult-to-get-present-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-8987609573368767906</id><published>2010-12-03T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:36:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like going to fish spas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Penang's hokkien mee soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-8987609573368767906?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8987609573368767906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-like-going-to-fish-spas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8987609573368767906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8987609573368767906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-like-going-to-fish-spas.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4753610589673591229</id><published>2010-11-26T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:49:47.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This world is too complicated for the simple-minded me to understand any part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is wrong with North Korea? Don't they know what World Peace is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4753610589673591229?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4753610589673591229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-world-is-too-complicated-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4753610589673591229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4753610589673591229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-world-is-too-complicated-for.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5025598489510901819</id><published>2010-11-22T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:40:06.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am totally enjoying my retirement life right now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go jogging very soon. I need to buy ankle socks and pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month and 10 more days to cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!!! Plus, I've got my Instax 210!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5025598489510901819?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5025598489510901819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-totally-enjoying-my-retirement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5025598489510901819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5025598489510901819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-totally-enjoying-my-retirement.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-518215523374140033</id><published>2010-11-12T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:09:01.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my last day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think boss is that bad afterall. He gave me an ipod nano like Edison. But I still think he's very stingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-518215523374140033?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/518215523374140033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-my-last-day-of-work-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/518215523374140033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/518215523374140033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-my-last-day-of-work-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-871909091110818427</id><published>2010-11-07T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:40:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a fan of Praise shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more ankle socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got few more concerts to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my shoes, and I'm gonna start running =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I have 54 more days to resignation!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-871909091110818427?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/871909091110818427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-fan-of-praise-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/871909091110818427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/871909091110818427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-fan-of-praise-shirts.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6183401189410777591</id><published>2010-10-26T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:44:12.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't sign up for this job to become a maid/admin. I only signed up for the position landscape designer. I already watered the plants and cleaned the bin twice. Well I'm not gonna do it ever again. I'm not the only one who is working there, why can't you ask the others to help out? DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MAID TO YOU?! I HAVE MORE URGENT THINGS TO DO THAN REPLACING EVERY BIN WITH A PLASTIC BAG. Get yourself some self-discipline damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love BIG BANG.. Saturday's concert was AWESOME. Next up, 2PM and Mblaq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6183401189410777591?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6183401189410777591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-didnt-sign-up-for-this-job-to-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6183401189410777591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6183401189410777591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-didnt-sign-up-for-this-job-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-604636964220875786</id><published>2010-10-16T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:36:12.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Hello.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd is next Saturday!!! Korean concert, moshpit tickets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday the ticketing for Mnet Concert starts, I am hella enthusiastic!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to get my polaroid camera. Can't wait to sign up for driving.. Can't wait to leave the company. Can't wait to get my pay cheque. Can't wait to go for holidays with Grace Candice Mel! Can't wait to meet JJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-604636964220875786?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/604636964220875786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/604636964220875786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/604636964220875786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3862751928952445686</id><published>2010-10-05T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:13:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 more days to Korean Concert Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months to end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be more open-minded. So far, I have accepted all lessons that came down my way, be it good or bad. So what more do you guys want from me? What happens if I just explode in the office? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that most of the contractors hate me now, for chasing quotations, for pestering them to get the job done. I still have not learnt the art of talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3862751928952445686?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3862751928952445686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-more-days-to-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3862751928952445686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3862751928952445686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-more-days-to-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4853776564358222309</id><published>2010-10-03T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:28:58.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of people who do not trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I am doing my job. I am not shaking my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate being a sales promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Linda. You have been freed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean, you were hella smart to leave after just 1 month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave at the end of this year, no matter what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4853776564358222309?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4853776564358222309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-sick-and-tired-of-people-who-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4853776564358222309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4853776564358222309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-sick-and-tired-of-people-who-do.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-268097348515631702</id><published>2010-09-19T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:42:22.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love listening to Billie Jean, Thriller, Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson. He does the moonwalk best. His dance moves are like a magician. Super duper cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Mr Michael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-268097348515631702?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/268097348515631702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-listening-to-billie-jean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/268097348515631702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/268097348515631702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-listening-to-billie-jean.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6640267984902884200</id><published>2010-09-15T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:44:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just have nothing to say, because I know nobody will listen to me, afterall it's just my daily boring life. Nobody will listen to me ranting off except for JJ or Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I really wish I could cry but I just can't. It seems like my tears will only flow when I'm taking a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6640267984902884200?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6640267984902884200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-just-have-nothing-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6640267984902884200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6640267984902884200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-just-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-881440889856661616</id><published>2010-09-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:55:22.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know one man who loves me more than himself and would never ever fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-881440889856661616?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/881440889856661616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-one-man-who-loves-me-more-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/881440889856661616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/881440889856661616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-one-man-who-loves-me-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4722937151656427243</id><published>2010-09-11T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:15:51.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel loved. And I am very lucky to have someone like him. He's nice to me no matter how bad I've treated him. It didn't happen suddenly, I just wanna care for him back like how he has done for me. I wanna do nice things for him, treat him well. Because it's rare to find someone like him, so I want to be nice to him. We've went through quite a lot, made each other laugh and cry. It's been over a year now, I hope it's not too late to love you back ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will take more photos and keep them in an album when I get my polaroid camera next month =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4722937151656427243?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4722937151656427243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4722937151656427243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4722937151656427243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3226359951361781674</id><published>2010-09-10T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:55:55.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sad whenever I lose friends. Like they say "Keep in touch", but they never really do. Or like "Hang out soon!", but after that nothing comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I supposed to be the one who is always making the first step?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3226359951361781674?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3226359951361781674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-sad-whenever-i-lose-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3226359951361781674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3226359951361781674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-sad-whenever-i-lose-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7180901106490203934</id><published>2010-09-05T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:22:47.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days ago, I dreamt of zombies chasing after me, and bit the people around me. The people around me then turned to zombies and came after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked up on IDream, the application on Itouch. To dream of zombies attacking you is a sign of being stress, overwhelmed by forces beyond my control. This isn't even the first time that I've dreamt of zombies coming after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a good feeling, I get so scared to go back to sleep then I just got up and switched on my laptop and start to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keeping the midnight stars held high, we are the captains of the sky, waving goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying EY-OH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7180901106490203934?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7180901106490203934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-days-ago-i-dreamt-of-zombies-chasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7180901106490203934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7180901106490203934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-days-ago-i-dreamt-of-zombies-chasing.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7444811487184073225</id><published>2010-08-19T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:30:33.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so easy to make new friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just so difficult to re-connect with the old ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I wanna catch up with them, it's hard to get on track. Afterall, everyone changes and nothing's permanent. Not everyone has the same mindset, I may wanna catch up with them but they may not be interested to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy where I'm working at, I've adapted to the environment. Everyone's so familiar now, I recognise who are working at which company, even the postman recognises me now, I can even chat with the waitress from the restaurant. I know which car belongs to who, what time do they usually come. And what's the reason that their car is around but they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so blur and lost anymore. No longer in my own world when I'm working. Much more observant now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7444811487184073225?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7444811487184073225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-so-easy-to-make-new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7444811487184073225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7444811487184073225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-so-easy-to-make-new-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-8423061038806196054</id><published>2010-08-09T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:44:15.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too used to being the youngest/maknae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends do come and go. Only those who stay on are considered as true friends. I try to be optimistic to see that and treasure the ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be a millions billions zillions of politics going on, but I know I do not want to get involved in the complicated world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-8423061038806196054?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8423061038806196054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-too-used-to-being-youngestmaknae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8423061038806196054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8423061038806196054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-too-used-to-being-youngestmaknae.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-8562453156542056911</id><published>2010-08-05T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:54:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working full-time job makes me realised that the world is so cold and there are tons of politics going on outside. And your boss could be even quarrelling with the other company's boss just right outside your office door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, you see people sacrificing their time and money for the sake of friendship, but they don't get appreciated. Seeing it happen does make my heart ache and just wanna shake them and say, "Why don't you just quit? I'm sure you can find a better job out there." But I guess what they cherish more than their job is their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's also nice to make new friends. I've always like to make new friends anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-8562453156542056911?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8562453156542056911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-full-time-job-makes-me-realised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8562453156542056911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8562453156542056911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-full-time-job-makes-me-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3376171213172392857</id><published>2010-07-26T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:37:22.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's so sweet when he ran back to the hairdresser's place to take back my Super Junior poster and reached back before our bus arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's so cute when he shows his fear of lizards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3376171213172392857?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4745223645846353848</id><published>2010-07-23T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:54:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am lucky to have a boyfriend like JJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4745223645846353848?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4745223645846353848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-i-am-lucky-to-have-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4745223645846353848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4745223645846353848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-i-am-lucky-to-have-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7431149997106138730</id><published>2010-07-08T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:15:57.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will save up money, lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to&lt;br /&gt;- get a driving license&lt;br /&gt;- pay for boxing lessons&lt;br /&gt;- pay for Korean lessons&lt;br /&gt;- pay for SS3 ticket&lt;br /&gt;- go cruise with friends&lt;br /&gt;- go Korea with friends&lt;br /&gt;- go Thailand with friends&lt;br /&gt;- go explore the world even if I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;- go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the only things that brightened up my day was a rainbow and a chatty taxi driver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much angst in me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7431149997106138730?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7431149997106138730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-save-up-money-lots-of-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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I kinda miss my studio life just a little... It was more interesting than working a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save lots of money so that I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for boxing lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for Korean lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for SS3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop for more clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-566976106365079875?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/566976106365079875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wanna-learn-boxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/566976106365079875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/566976106365079875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wanna-learn-boxing.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5562268564244212862</id><published>2010-06-27T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:10:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father has green fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's into flower arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a landscape designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5562268564244212862?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5562268564244212862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-father-has-green-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5562268564244212862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5562268564244212862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-father-has-green-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2990703821896929372</id><published>2010-06-18T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:00:17.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna get a world map and my pen to start circling all the countries that I wanna go to. I still have this dream, which is to have more than 1 passport with chops/stamps on every single page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read many articles on this website called Sharing Travelling Experiences - &lt;a href="http://www.sharingtravelexperiences.com/"&gt;http://www.sharingtravelexperiences.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles are written by travelling journalists/photographers. It makes me wonder if I were to be at their age (mid 20s), would my passion to travel drive me to take the risk of selling my house. Then use the money to travel and become a travelling journalist/photographer and earn money from it. What are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most articles that caught my eye were about food like and animals. But I'm still up for the new rare experiences. One article that caught my eye was this: &lt;a href="http://everythingisdirty.com/an-abandoned-mental-asylum/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://everythingisdirty.com/an-abandoned-mental-asylum/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is about an abandoned mental asylum, Forest Haven, which is in the States. Totally worth reading... And the pictures just makes your heart feel awfully sad for the people who had lived there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2990703821896929372?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2990703821896929372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-get-world-map-and-my-pen-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2990703821896929372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2990703821896929372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-get-world-map-and-my-pen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6244591834627776591</id><published>2010-06-14T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:59:41.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do miss school once in a while... Miss hanging out with everyone altogether, remembered laughing at Lydia dropping her slippers on the Skyride at Sentosa, and then I laughed so hard that I dropped mine as well. And we both played Luge with just one slipper on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss hearing Jason, Sean, Pris and Leo's nonsense and vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss singing Karaoke with Grace, Mel and Candice. Miss hanging out with them, we used to meet everyday in school and now it's just once a week because we're all working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good to be working, meeting new people, earning money and planning my trips before I start to study again =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6244591834627776591?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6244591834627776591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-do-miss-school-once-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6244591834627776591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6244591834627776591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-do-miss-school-once-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4392566390608710036</id><published>2010-06-13T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:16:43.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAFeJmr2I/AAAAAAAABOw/3YGkzVmrUPI/s1600/P1000224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAFeJmr2I/AAAAAAAABOw/3YGkzVmrUPI/s320/P1000224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481936371665252194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAFJ7T2cI/AAAAAAAABOo/6Y-CTss4juI/s1600/P1000022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAFJ7T2cI/AAAAAAAABOo/6Y-CTss4juI/s320/P1000022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481936366236588482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAEsrkGLI/AAAAAAAABOg/vf5H0ZIVdAU/s1600/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAEsrkGLI/AAAAAAAABOg/vf5H0ZIVdAU/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481936358385916082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 favourite pictures from the holiday... Sometimes, my parents do act young...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4392566390608710036?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4392566390608710036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-3-favourite-pictures-from-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4392566390608710036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4392566390608710036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-3-favourite-pictures-from-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCk75uXa018/TBPAFeJmr2I/AAAAAAAABOw/3YGkzVmrUPI/s72-c/P1000224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-668215999777978488</id><published>2010-06-06T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:29:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some photos uploaded onto my Tumblr. Quite a mess, because I took some from my father's camera and some from my mother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not willing to be back in Singapore... I'm still in the holiday mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-668215999777978488?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/668215999777978488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-photos-uploaded-onto-my-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/668215999777978488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/668215999777978488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-photos-uploaded-onto-my-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5559551134760889605</id><published>2010-06-05T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:15:09.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Touched down last night. Not really used to Singapore's weather after experiencing Taiwan and Hongkong's weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more don't wanna be back at work, it's ultimate sian-ness to be back in Singapore. Not even used to sleeping back in my bed anymore, after  sleeping on in hotel beds for 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna travel to different places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5559551134760889605?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5559551134760889605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/touched-down-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5559551134760889605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5559551134760889605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/06/touched-down-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-1297063331972510478</id><published>2010-05-20T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:32:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks to be sick. I wanna get well faster so I can get back to work. I'm missing out on projects! Moreover, feeling guilty for leaving Edison at the office with all the projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks our official graduation day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-1297063331972510478?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1297063331972510478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-sucks-to-be-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1297063331972510478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/1297063331972510478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-sucks-to-be-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-8914894904813122421</id><published>2010-05-16T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:59:31.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P42TpRBRpb4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P42TpRBRpb4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah maknae slide on the stage! Ryeowook &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a difference between stead and girlfriend", quoted from Edison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-8914894904813122421?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8914894904813122421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/wah-maknae-slide-on-stage-ryeowook-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8914894904813122421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/8914894904813122421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/wah-maknae-slide-on-stage-ryeowook-3.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-3647617615711746892</id><published>2010-05-16T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:10:57.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omKW-DRp9F0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omKW-DRp9F0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with them all over again... Ryeowook =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-3647617615711746892?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3647617615711746892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-in-love-with-them-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3647617615711746892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/3647617615711746892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-in-love-with-them-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5247128734905340476</id><published>2010-05-02T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:44:28.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually starting to like my job, and my office. I have the most awesome window at my office ever... Learning more plants species and appreciating them even more. Just like how I start to find bougainvilleas really pretty, despite it being a roadside plant, after doing my Final Year Project at the Bougainvillea Garden, East Coast Park. Boss is right, gardening is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really scared that when Edison leaves for NS, I have nobody to entertain me. And nobody to be in the same boat with me, to eat with, to ask questions, to explain in the way I understand, nicely and patiently on what boss wants me to do. Nobody to leave the office and walk to the bus stop with, nobody to crap with.  I'm just gonna work for 1 year and then back to studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I like boss' green wall. It's really pretty, I like my job too, but I still want to do events and exhibitions. Or even wedding events...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5247128734905340476?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5247128734905340476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-actually-starting-to-like-my-job-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5247128734905340476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5247128734905340476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-actually-starting-to-like-my-job-and.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4215236304247880659</id><published>2010-04-27T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:09:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only I had a common topic to chat about with boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Sheryl, do you have a driving license?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Ya, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Ohhh... Cars nowadays are very expensive. When did you get your driving license?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Ya, ehhh about 2 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: So what do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Errr... I drive a Lamborghini Reventon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: WOW.... Where did you get the money from? Your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Huh no lah, it was a birthday gift from my aunt in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Wah, you are very lucky... When I was your age, I had to earn money to buy my first car... So then where do you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Ermm... I stay at Sentosa Cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: SERIOUS? The houses there are AMAZING... Well, can I work at your house as a gardener then??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Huh, sorry but my parents aren't hiring and I'd also like to gain experience from the company before going for my further studies in UK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if only a scene like this would happen in reality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4215236304247880659?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4215236304247880659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only-i-had-common-topic-to-chat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4215236304247880659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4215236304247880659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only-i-had-common-topic-to-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2219923146021562298</id><published>2010-04-25T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:56:41.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I wanna do, but because I'm working, my weekdays are practically all gone. And because my eyes get tired at night after work, I will go home straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really really wanna learn Korean language, maybe I should try getting weekend Korean lessons? And I wanna go to different places with JJ too. Maybe, next week, we shall go to the zoo? It's Labour Day next Saturday!!! But it's expensive, hmmm... Where to find cheap places to enjoy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2219923146021562298?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2219923146021562298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-so-many-things-that-i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2219923146021562298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2219923146021562298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-so-many-things-that-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-6394979146541982421</id><published>2010-04-23T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:20:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so scared of the future, scared that I can't cope with work. We're gonna become adults SO FAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, look I've graduated with diploma already, and I'm gonna work for a year and then probably gonna study after that. Then by the time I've graduated with a degree, I'll be about 24 or 25. Then working for another 2 to 3 years, I'm of marriageable age, but with not enough savings. I mean like how much can you earn and save after even 5 years? It's tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I can pay for my own marriage, I'd be 35? And when I turn 60, my children are only 25 years old? How on earth would I even get to live to see my grandchildren and lead a happy life? I'd be dead tired trying to earn money and making ends meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: LIFE IS JUST TOO DAMN SHORT... Half of my life is spent on education. Wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna become an adult just yet. I still wanna play... Becoming an adult, is like stuck in routines with work. No life I tell you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-6394979146541982421?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6394979146541982421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-scared-of-future-scared-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6394979146541982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/6394979146541982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-scared-of-future-scared-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2738520415858257566</id><published>2010-04-22T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:25:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting work tomorrow, quite excited but worried, yet sad. Not as much playing as I thought already, no more sleeping at wee hours and waking up then eating lunch and dinner at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What to do with my first pay? Shit, part of it already goes to CPF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give part of it to parents. Part of it save, cannot touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat JJ to a good meal. New mouse, more clothes. Refurbished Itouch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2738520415858257566?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2738520415858257566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/starting-work-tomorrow-quite-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2738520415858257566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2738520415858257566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/starting-work-tomorrow-quite-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-889083990711590835</id><published>2010-04-19T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:45:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a fever sucks, then this morning I just realised that just by making myself to sweat the fever out can't solve anything. I needed proper medication. My legs didn't even have the strength to walk at first, I thought I was gonna faint on the way to the clinic. Calling JJ up to bring me to the clinic wasn't an answer, by the time he had reached, the queue would be much longer by then. Not like he could piggyback me either, he's considered as handicapped himself already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got an interview this Wednesday at Changi Village. So far... Takes up 1 hour of transport time =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for the graduation ceremony and then I can go to Taiwan and Hongkong in May! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, when will U-Kiss come to Singapore?? When will Super Junior come to Singapore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-889083990711590835?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/889083990711590835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-interview-on-wednesday-at-changi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/889083990711590835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/889083990711590835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-interview-on-wednesday-at-changi.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5434152649418246096</id><published>2010-04-12T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:39:53.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many times, I can't talk to my father without argueing with him. Where does the problem lie? With him or with me? Is it because of generation gap or whether I have attitude problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even mad or anything, I'm just pissed that he doesn't understand what I'm talking about and he thinks that I'm throwing a temper just because I raised my voice since he couldn't hear what I said before. Then he starts to go on about how I should be thankful that he bought dinner for me and how that he ain't complaining about the electricity fees going up when I use the laptop everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I was pissed, then I went to East Coast Park to run and listen to the sea waves. The result? Problem still unsolved. But I feel great and refreshed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5434152649418246096?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5434152649418246096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-many-times-i-cant-talk-to-my-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5434152649418246096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5434152649418246096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-many-times-i-cant-talk-to-my-father.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5395622059894099180</id><published>2010-04-09T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:42:15.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waddahell? I just woke up and now then there's lightning flashes and thunder roaring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SHOULD BE RAINING WHEN I WAS SLEEPING, NOT WHEN I WOKE UP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5395622059894099180?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5395622059894099180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/waddahell-i-just-woke-up-and-now-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5395622059894099180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5395622059894099180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/waddahell-i-just-woke-up-and-now-then.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5530715478079728589</id><published>2010-04-07T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:19:57.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think secretly I'm a 宅&lt;span class="Jpan JA" lang="ja"&gt;女&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;D. Gray Man&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Dust Drops&lt;br /&gt;Gensomaden Saiyuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H20: Footprints in the Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Jpan JA" lang="ja"&gt;InuYasha&lt;br /&gt;Naruto&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker&lt;br /&gt;Rave&lt;br /&gt;Rumbling Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Rurouni Kenshin (Samurai X)&lt;br /&gt;Shaman King&lt;br /&gt;Slam Dunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I've watched all of those listed above, and maybe some more other animes that I've watched but forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5530715478079728589?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5530715478079728589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-secretly-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5530715478079728589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5530715478079728589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-secretly-im.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5616585892274522527</id><published>2010-04-04T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:34:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so jealous, I wanna order jjajangmyeon (black bean noodles) and have it delivered to my house like Koreans too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm craving for maggie mee and jjajangmyeon already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5616585892274522527?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5616585892274522527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-jealous-i-wanna-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5616585892274522527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5616585892274522527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-jealous-i-wanna-order.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2615612887571909192</id><published>2010-03-30T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:22:26.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m not gonna betray Blogspot, so I’ll be using both Blogspot and Tumblr =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that Tumblr would be more of pictures and short texts… Perhaps my tumblr would be a twitter using pictures instead of words? So be sure to check on both sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://odd-ryl.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://odd-ryl.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2615612887571909192?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2615612887571909192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-gonna-betray-blogspot-so-ill-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2615612887571909192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2615612887571909192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-gonna-betray-blogspot-so-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-4695753272655892782</id><published>2010-03-28T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:10:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First time and probably the last time that I will ever enter a club. Last night, I just decided during dinner to go Rebel at Clarke Quay. Went with JunJie, Jiehui, Gary, Zhiwei and ZhiCay. Didn't like the feeling since I have no idea how to dance or drink, then my blistered feet were hurting already, in addition with several people stepping on my feet and dancing so closely. I got pushed around like a small kid, (different feeling from moshpits). The lighting was glaring, I felt uncomfortable and would have lost my balance if JunJie wasn't there. In the end, JunJie and I went to sit at the riverbank and chilled, while Jiehui and the rest continued dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, cranberry vodka or whatsoever drink didn't taste that bad... It just tasted like F&amp;amp;N Cherryade to me. Maybe I had bad impression of Vodka since year 1 when I tasted Vodka without anything. Oh well, new experience =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SOMEBODY ACCOMPANY ME TO THE NAFA TALK NEXT TUESDAY PLEASEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-4695753272655892782?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4695753272655892782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-time-and-probably-last-time-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4695753272655892782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/4695753272655892782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-time-and-probably-last-time-that.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-2272866639692391188</id><published>2010-03-27T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:33:43.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last year I bought a cake home on your birthday, and you guys complain that I'm wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided not to do anything, then you guys complain that I'm not concern about your birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. Didn't you guys say that birthdays were not important? That wishing one another doesn't matter, that the only birthday was the day that you came out of your mother's womb. Isn't it? So why should I even bother? What do you and Papa want out of me, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired... Cut me some slack. Give me room to breathe. I need freedom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-2272866639692391188?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2272866639692391188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-year-i-bought-home-cake-on-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2272866639692391188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/2272866639692391188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-year-i-bought-home-cake-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-9159550430920552459</id><published>2010-03-26T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:42:19.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss many many many people after this week. Graduation Ceremony is on 21st of May, I need to find a job really fast, definitely not gonna work under that big potatohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't always let that fugly pufferfish treat me, if like that then where my pride go sia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Upload my portfolio onto tumblr website&lt;br /&gt;2) Need to get a job&lt;br /&gt;3) Go to Universal Studio&lt;br /&gt;4) Gage portfolio towards Exhibition Design&lt;br /&gt;5) Psycho Jay to go back to 2PM, nah.. I'm just kidding, how on earth can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, craving for hokkien mee and the chendol from Tampines One foodcourt already... And I WILL NOT betray Blogger for Tumblr... Grace you pantu sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Nathan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-9159550430920552459?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9159550430920552459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-gonna-miss-many-many-many-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/9159550430920552459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/9159550430920552459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-gonna-miss-many-many-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-7248089134777691803</id><published>2010-03-19T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:32:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sealed the exits with caution tape. So that I can find out who really cares enough to enter... It can bring disappointment. It can bring joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-7248089134777691803?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7248089134777691803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-sealed-exits-with-caution-tape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7248089134777691803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/7248089134777691803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-sealed-exits-with-caution-tape.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34928407.post-5445191715596853435</id><published>2010-03-17T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:26:37.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired physically and mentally. Really tired... I'm sorry that I speak rudely, I'm sorry I speak my mind. I'm sorry I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm sorry my face shows it all, that I really hate to be in this family, to be breathing in same room as you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away from this family. Never to meet them ever again... It's tiring to be Miss Ng... If possible, strip me off my name, it's tiring to even be myself already. I wanna leave school and home and have a life of my own. Nobody would ever understand, because they're not in my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34928407-5445191715596853435?l=miss-bloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5445191715596853435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired-physically-and-mentally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5445191715596853435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34928407/posts/default/5445191715596853435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-bloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-tired-physically-and-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>She(Ryl)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157689021558299037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
