<?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-6273618</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:21:40.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens.</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to "shit happens". As seen, shit do happen and as a matter of fact, it happens all the time. So there you go, shit happens. Enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</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>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112307607305678518</id><published>2005-08-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:34:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heya, i've moved. to my LJ. This blog is kinda screwed. Always got cowards tagging mean stuffs without leaving their real names. How am i going to confront you and prove u wrong then? They obviously see things at face value. Dun do EOM coz whatever they tagged are so biased and unreasonable. Totally doesn't make sense. Like i've always said, u wanna condemn me, at least leave your fucking name, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112307607305678518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112307607305678518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112307607305678518' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112219109425076195</id><published>2005-07-24T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:44:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday was fun, Saturday was happening and sunday is boring. Friday: cocked up that GP debate thinggy. Totally embarrassed myself and yes liting, i'm a lousy debater. I actually said andrea de cruz had lung cancer. Oh wells, that's wad happen when u do last min work. Anyway, my team, the proposition team won the motion. Dun ask me wad's the motion, i cant rmb now. STM. what happened the rest of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112219109425076195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112219109425076195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112219109425076195' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112152912525000635</id><published>2005-07-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:52:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh...my time management for today (ONLY TODAY) sucks big time. Firstly, i was half and hour late this morning while meeting J Khoo. Felt really guilty then, wanted to treat him breakfast but he ate first without me...oh wells, save my money. Reached school on time for the leadership workshop thinggy. He wasn't there...wonder why. ANyway, the journey back home was really really fun. I made liting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112152912525000635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112152912525000635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112152912525000635' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112126086791975845</id><published>2005-07-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:21:07.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEEEEE~!! House Day was fun! On the whole, today was a great day, except for the part when i kanna screwed by uncle choy once more for not wearing my PE t shirt. I crapped out some good excuse which left her speechless. I lied to her straight in the face. I said that i dropped my PE t shirt into the toilet bowl and its so wet thus i couldn't wear it. She just stared back at me with her drooping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112126086791975845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112126086791975845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112126086791975845' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112098295711794334</id><published>2005-07-10T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:09:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, i finished doing my chinese compo, its long overdue but i bet i'm the first in A106 to finish it. Now i'm left with some House Day stuffs, econs essay and EOM to finish. Will do it maybe later. I'm so tempted to just leave home now and head for town. But i guess that asshole is gonna pang seh me at the last minute (as usual) so i'm more or less having dinner with my dad. i've been warned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112098295711794334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112098295711794334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112098295711794334' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112073963444926818</id><published>2005-07-07T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:33:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's lit lecture was damn power. Dr. S let us watch the Gothic movie "Event Horizon". Its one of the best movie i've watched so far. Super horrifying and terrifying! HA! i noticed the Sublime, the horror and the terror parts. Of coz there are also alot of other gothic elements. The movie is also super gory...so bloodied and gross. YUCKS!! The girls sitting behind were like screaming and there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112073963444926818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112073963444926818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112073963444926818' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112040500274682014</id><published>2005-07-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:36:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am watching tennis. Roddick seems to be losing...I need to lose some weight. At least 1 kg.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112040500274682014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112040500274682014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040500274682014' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112031158860825269</id><published>2005-07-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:39:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn! I want a car license!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112031158860825269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112031158860825269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112031158860825269' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112031044007667287</id><published>2005-07-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:20:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your dating personality profile:Athletic - Physical fitness is one of your priorities.  You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule.  You enjoy being active.Stylish - You do not lack for fashion sense.  Style matters.  You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.Adventurous - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112031044007667287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112031044007667287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112031044007667287' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-112014526305474219</id><published>2005-06-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:27:43.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okies...so totally screwed Math. Confirm F larhs. Juz hope i can get at least an AO pass for Lit. SO basically i finished my exams today!! yay~! went for mass outing with almost 3/4 of the class and 1/4 of S403. Had lunch cum dinner at pizza hut at lucky plaza. Students' Meal is cheap wad! After that, Suq, Liting, Azlyn, Mus, Adrian, Joseph, Jana and I walked over to Heeren. We took Neo prints! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112014526305474219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/112014526305474219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112014526305474219' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111986584602643047</id><published>2005-06-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:50:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 down. 3 to go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111986584602643047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111986584602643047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986584602643047' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111968345990515859</id><published>2005-06-25T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:10:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IRRITATING! My neighbour's been drilling and drilling holes into his wall lately! Of all times, why revamp your house now?! Early morning 7, 8+ start all the drilling and hammering, Harlow!?! People need to sleep one ok? I'm so tempted to open my window and shout "SHUT UP!" but realised the noise's not frm the opposite house. Its 2 Neighbours away and i can still hear them making tons of noise. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111968345990515859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111968345990515859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111968345990515859' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111952191117321644</id><published>2005-06-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:18:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's wads up lately. Sunday, Yousi invited me to his church City Harvest. Yea...i know, i'm not really a church person but that particular service gave me a new perspective of christianity. I thought i was in some rock concert with everybody jumping, grooving to the music and i'm alittle stoned there. But anyway, he introduced his cell group to me and all. We took train back and the journey is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111952191117321644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111952191117321644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111952191117321644' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111883304508589344</id><published>2005-06-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:35:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a special entry for my archangels!! Hey angels, actually i wanted to write this the day we came back frm camp but i was too tired the previous 2 nights, so i K.O quite early...anyway, here goes:Esther:Hey girl!! My fellow PL lite! We never really talked much when we were in PL but through this camp, i'm glad to say we've got to know each other better. Thanks for ur toilet roll girl, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111883304508589344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111883304508589344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111883304508589344' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111866199972359071</id><published>2005-06-13T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:26:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!! I'm back from camp! MIss my own bed and my smelly bolster, afterall 3 nights sleeping on the floor ain't a good thing k!! Wonder how those korean ppl do it, some of them like sleeping on the floor right? This Leadership Training Camp (LTC) is one of the best camps i've been to, i really learnt alot alot, not just how to be a leader of Atlas but also how to really bond together as a team etc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111866199972359071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111866199972359071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111866199972359071' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111822429798688197</id><published>2005-06-08T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:51:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH oH oH...finally i watched Madagascar. To vy and cia: yea its damn farnie!! Anyway, after training i met up with Liting, Jeremy, Joanne, Sarah (though i dun really know her) and Moose for lunch at Magic Wok. LOw tech liting juz can't stop plucking her beansprout outta her food. She's so picky!! haha...Den Sarah left followed by joanne and the remaining of us went TM to get Suq a present. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111822429798688197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111822429798688197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111822429798688197' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111814195376882782</id><published>2005-06-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:59:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had another long bus journey today. Stupid training is at safra tampiness. took 81 frm one interchange to the other. Anyway, juz got noticed recently that there's an upcoming competition that i'm supposed to join and its right after LTC. Shucckkss...ANyway, after training, i met up with Adrian and he's nice enough to have lunch with me :) Den we shopped around and its fun hanging out with him, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111814195376882782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111814195376882782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111814195376882782' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111806132891649712</id><published>2005-06-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:35:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's weather is like damn hot larhs. Was roasting at Ngee Ann poly. The journey there was damn long, thank god i din study there or i'll always be late for school. Had lunch together with vanyeo, harjeet and their project group members. Cia appeared almost 10 mins later and had the same food as me. I think i patronised the wrong stall, coz the food kinda suck. They say dunno which canteen the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111806132891649712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111806132891649712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111806132891649712' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111798293156581740</id><published>2005-06-05T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:55:31.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love sleeping! But i hate waking up in a middle of a sweet dream. Early morning, my dad came in to get his clothes and woke me up. Den adrian msged me "peek-a-boo!" *faintss* den finally ian called and i was bitching to him about cheryl. Finally when i decided to pull myself outta bed, its almost 12. I got changed and went out for lunch with my family. As usual, mum can't stop nagging, even my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111798293156581740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111798293156581740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111798293156581740' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111781118014889535</id><published>2005-06-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:06:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven been a good student this week...Tuesday: skipped Maths lecture and went little india instead. Wednesday: i dun think i skipped any lectures :)Thursday: skipped BOTH econs lecture (decided to do the camp flag), only attended math tutorial.Friday: Skipped math lecture and math tutorial. Only attended morning's econs tutorial and lecture. I heard that yesterday's econs lecture was PATHETIC. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111781118014889535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111781118014889535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781118014889535' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111763855585509747</id><published>2005-06-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:09:15.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh...i had a sweet dream which turned into some sort of nightmare last night. I woke up this morning with a jerk...thanks ah..a nice way to start my morning. Thanks to those who msged and called me in the wee hours of the morning huh, disrupt my sleep. So, i got to school on time for the LTC breifing which amazingly lasted almost 3 hours. WAhhh....damn unlucky manx! I got into same group as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111763855585509747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111763855585509747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111763855585509747' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111754470668364269</id><published>2005-05-31T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:05:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WoW..its like yesterday's shopping ain't enough. Today Andi, Azlyn, Sandra and I ponned maths lect to go Little India. Its like the first time in my entire life i acutally walk around little india! And the experience was awesome! Sandy and Az persuaded Andi and i to go thread our brows...Both of us were almost freaking out coz they said its painful. hAhA...but who cares..we still went for it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111754470668364269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111754470668364269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111754470668364269' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111750945417942538</id><published>2005-05-31T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:17:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was POWER! 3 hours of GP exam wasn't a good thing. Had the paper in the lecture theatre, do till my neck ache coz the table abit low larhs...After that, we started our learning journey! damn fun...Mrs loh couldnt come with us coz she's too pregnant so another teacher ms chua joined us. Nobody really likes her lorx...she treats us like primary school kids, so paranoid, thinking that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111750945417942538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111750945417942538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111750945417942538' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111734699508321755</id><published>2005-05-29T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:23:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I juz got home from town, drenched. To my insperatable: Thanks fer your help dear!! LOVE YA! -muaxx-I have no idea why my mood swings are so drastic recently. One minute i really hate you to the core. The next minute, the hatred's gone! hmmm...i'm too nice, can't bring myself to hate anybody. *Its obvious. Juz waiting for the time u'll tell me personally.*I'm happy today! I saw someone do a nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111734699508321755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111734699508321755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111734699508321755' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111720166230758914</id><published>2005-05-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:47:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o1_sunshine/rain girl ? - sunshineo2_ outdoor/indoor girl ? - outdoor.o3_ beach/mall girl ?- mall.o4_ chocolate/flowers girl ? - chocolateso5_ summer/winter girl ?- summero6_ soccer/ballet girl? - soccer.o7_ punk/goth girl ? - punko8_ flirty/shy girl ? - none.o9_ popular/nerdy girl ? - can larhs.1o_ guys friend/girlfriend girl ? - girlfriend11_ jeans/skirt girl ? - both.12_ tennis shoe/clogs girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111720166230758914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111720166230758914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111720166230758914' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111720122089864214</id><published>2005-05-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:40:20.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hOw tO knOw if a gUy lOves Or liKes yOuuu... Message: 1. Know how to make you smile when you aredown.2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but you alwaysnotice.3. Stick up for you, but still respects yourindependence.4. Give you the remote control during the game.5. Come up behind you and put his arms aroundyou.6. Play with your hair.7. His hands always find yours.8. Be cute when he really wants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111720122089864214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111720122089864214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111720122089864214' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111694065465520743</id><published>2005-05-24T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:17:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay!! Finally i was late for school this morning! Its a nice experience! After i alighted frm the bus stop, i took my time and strolled in...the teacher was already there with other students waiting for my grand entrance (ok..not very grand)and guess who i saw late too? SUQ~!! ahaha Atlas vice caps really click manx...we always do or say the same things together! haha...yuppss, so the teacher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111694065465520743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111694065465520743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694065465520743' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111660337479712636</id><published>2005-05-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:36:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great, the week's almost over and i look forward to not going to sch! Wells, had my post interview for house comm on tues. Haven had such an interview for a long long time, but its great coz i'm not really nervous. The ex captain and vice-capt plus TIC asked me lots of senerio qns, "what if this happens....blah blah. WHat will you do?" So, i juz crapped my answer and say whatever that comes to my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111660337479712636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111660337479712636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660337479712636' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111607298812577372</id><published>2005-05-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:16:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111607298812577372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111607298812577372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111607298812577372' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111581428699832148</id><published>2005-05-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:24:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hA! I got into the house comm! So now my class rocks! We have 2 councellors, 3 house comm members! My mother kinda noticed i'm pretty stressed up lately, so she was asking me whether i want to transfer to poly or not...but i think i really should stick to JC no matter how tough it will be, i'll pull through, hopefully. I'm strong girl!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111581428699832148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111581428699832148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581428699832148' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111554173968831993</id><published>2005-05-08T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:42:19.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funeral Blues (W.H Auden)Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111554173968831993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111554173968831993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111554173968831993' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111548410571805487</id><published>2005-05-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:41:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally i get to rest. Had been going home after 8 every night. Stayed back to practice and complete some sports day stuffs which was on friday. It was definitely much more interesting than those in PL. Maybe coz i prefer looking at guys run than girls. Anyway, my relay team got a bronze and my house got 2nd. Could have won Miranda if only we girls din miss our heats. We were only behind by 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111548410571805487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111548410571805487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111548410571805487' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111512590875002539</id><published>2005-05-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:11:48.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To that mysterious person who hates me like hell:Come on, get a life man! If you wanna curse me, come and look for me and tell me straight in the face alright? I'm pretty sure u have my contacts, i can't promise i won't cry when you criticise me. After all, i'm human and i have feelings but at least let me know who the fucking hell are you and what have u got against me! I admit i can be a real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111512590875002539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111512590875002539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111512590875002539' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111504322012613909</id><published>2005-05-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:13:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a long day...Met those atlas ppl at city hall at 10 for the cheerleading practice. man...its tough. We tried doing the formation thinggy and jospeh ask me to try sitting on his shoulders. *faint* he is tall...let me repeat, he is damn TALL! so when i sat on his shoulders, my head almost hit the ceiling and i'm scared of heights...okies..maybe not but its scary. Anyway, at about 1, i left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111504322012613909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111504322012613909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504322012613909' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111495074699310855</id><published>2005-05-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:32:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kopped this from eudora's blog. I like it:I keep looking in all the placesWhere you are supposed to be.But I never seem to find you,And you're all I long to see.I just can't seem to understand,What it was that changed your mind.All this time I thought I knew you,When really, I was blind.But know that I do not hate you,And I know I never will.Because I cared about you then,And I care about you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111495074699310855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111495074699310855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111495074699310855' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111478729278803147</id><published>2005-04-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:08:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored and tired! Still waiting for the person who curse me to tag my board, at least he/she is making my life alittle interesting at the moment, din realise someone actually hates me to the core. like what i do sia? ANyway, my PE teacher sucks. She's old and i think single and she behaves like a man. She stares at me as though i juz told her she look like a transvertite witch. On wed during </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111478729278803147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111478729278803147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478729278803147' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111469402593698479</id><published>2005-04-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:13:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dunno who are the people that tagged at my board. I only recognised 1 name. So i have no blardy idea who the rest of the freaks are. But its kinda obvious that its done by the same person, isn't it? Don't ask me who i've offended coz that person who tagged is definitely not someone from my school. Anyway, i dun give a damn if he or she have nothing better to do. Get a life man! Juz those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111469402593698479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111469402593698479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111469402593698479' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111452416901246100</id><published>2005-04-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:02:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke of the day:For the benefit of those who do not take econs. Substitute goods are products that satisfy the same wants, eg. pepsi and coca cola. addidas and nike. (smth liddat). So, during econs today, jane sue was asking, "name me some substitute goods". My dear friend mus, turned to the back and told adrian, "Vibrators and cucumbers". I was beside adrian, so we both burst out laughing real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111452416901246100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111452416901246100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111452416901246100' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111418460597878385</id><published>2005-04-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:43:25.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week's hectic. I can't remember what i've done in school but today after school, i went town with ian. Met cia vy and eudora. On my way home, saw a snake at newton mrt station. Its almost 2 metres long, quite thin and disgusting looking (like duh?!). Anyway the policemen took almost half and hour to arrive. And i realise something, if u want them to appear faster, juz say the god damn snake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111418460597878385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111418460597878385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111418460597878385' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111364680125952410</id><published>2005-04-16T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:20:01.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ytd, i went back to PL to see my juniors. Really wish them all the best for the up coming SYF. I really hope i can make it on that day after school because i can't pon school that day. Got a impt test. After that, I watched Pacifier with ian. Its a farnie movie...but i din enjoyed it as much coz there's this ang mo which bombastic hair sitting infront of me, blocking my view and someone juz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111364680125952410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111364680125952410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111364680125952410' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111358026350104871</id><published>2005-04-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:51:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, my GP tutor made us write a short essay on "I want a husband!". thought it was kinda cool and i think Adrian's essay was really farnie...Now, i'd like to try writing on "I want a boyfriend!" (i'm not desperate for one, if that's what u're thinking. I got a suitable candidate in mind. *wink*)From a girlfriend's point of view:"I want a boyfriend who loves me more than i love him. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111358026350104871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111358026350104871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111358026350104871' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111303340341179075</id><published>2005-04-09T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:56:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met my civics grp ytd. Got a pregnant lady, mrs cindy loh as my CT. i guess she'll be going on maternity leave soon...anyway, my class ppl seem friendly. Total of 19 students, 4 guys only (not like there's a diff to me). After that, i went for house meeting, house name is Atlas and its YELLOW house. Ever since pri 1. i've always been in a yellow house...In PL, my house has always been Dodsworth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111303340341179075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111303340341179075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111303340341179075' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111262262145827966</id><published>2005-04-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:50:21.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SIgh! I'm not exactly having a lot of fun in MJC...my time-table can get really ridiculous. Like tml, i got 3 hours of break before my next lecture. Every now and then, i got breaks...so i'll normally head either to the canteen to eat which Marlina finds it super amusing...or i'll head to the library to read some notes but i always end up asleep. For example today, my friends have to attend geog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111262262145827966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111262262145827966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111262262145827966' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111242190652577096</id><published>2005-04-02T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:05:06.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LADIES...Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,who calls you back when you hang up on him,who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.Wait for the boy who kisses your forhead,who wants to show you off to the worldwhen you are in your sweats,who holds your hand in front of his friends,who thinks you're just as pretty without makeupon.Wait for the one who is constantly reminding youof </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111242190652577096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111242190652577096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111242190652577096' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111241888716400926</id><published>2005-04-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T13:14:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April Fools' Day:ytd was AFD. As usual, pranks were being played and all. BUt in meridian, i dun see people playing pranks on teachers and friends, so unlike PL. Some people are juz so eager to prank me, they sent me april fool's msg 1 day in advance. Some juz like waking me up in the middle of the night knowing i got school the next morning. In the end both my brother and i were late for school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111241888716400926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111241888716400926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111241888716400926' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111209890298353654</id><published>2005-03-29T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:21:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright..i'm totally exhuasted after today's MMM (Magnificent Meridian Marathon). Its not magnificent at all...trust me. We were like some bunch of crazy people running around the East area screaming, cheering and making a lot of noise. Today, i wondered when was the last time i ran THIS much. We went to Bedok South, Simei, Tampiness(izzit how u spell it?), Pasir Ris and i can't remember where. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111209890298353654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111209890298353654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111209890298353654' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111163725465036360</id><published>2005-03-24T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:07:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is ULTIMATE!Q: How many RJC students does it take tochange a lightbulb?A: 4 whole faculties. One faculty to design the newbulb, one faculty to test it out, one faculty tomarket it and one guy to write a stupid E-mailabout lightbulbs.Q: How many HCJC students does it take tochange a lightbulb?A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.Q: How many VJC students does it take tochange a lightbulb?A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111163725465036360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111163725465036360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111163725465036360' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111163602791121988</id><published>2005-03-24T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:47:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought this's cool...NEW ELEMENT IN THE PERIODIC TABLE =) Message: Element : WOMENSymbol : WO+Atomic mass : Accepted as 53.6 Kg; isotopesmay vary from 40-200 kg.Occurrence : Copious quantities in all urbanareas.PHYSICAL PROPERTIES1. Boils at room temperature2. Freezes without any known reason.3. Melts if given special treatment.4. Bitter, if incorrectly used.5. Sweet as Honey if given a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111163602791121988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111163602791121988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111163602791121988' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111155850106982682</id><published>2005-03-23T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:15:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One thing is for sure. MJC is definitly better than SRJC. Juz got home frm school, they let us off early today and give us a break tml. Which means, i dun need to go school tml~! By 12 midnight, i have to apply for the combi i want...fast. The sch's pretty alright, but the teachers are very very serious. Now i know why the stress level is so high. Anyway, orientation officially starts on monday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111155850106982682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111155850106982682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155850106982682' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111149574078235280</id><published>2005-03-22T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:49:00.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I practically jumped out of bed this morning when huiis msged me saying she got posted to Serangoon junior college. I quickly logged on and realised i got posted to Meridian JC. ARGHH...shucks! I wanted to get into Nanyang JC instead. I mean, Merdian is a good school, some say its better than Nanyang. Their campus is new, their uniforms are nicer, they got more ccas etc. BUT its all the way at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111149574078235280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111149574078235280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111149574078235280' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111140469538386763</id><published>2005-03-21T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:11:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, i slept through the night and finally pulled myself outta bed at 10.30am. Huiis and shiyun msged me early in the morning when i'm still sleeping, asking me out. In the end i went out with shiyun and mervyn to PS. We watched Robots! HAHAHA...its really funny but mervyn was like talking/thinking about something else beside me. Wahh...he's damn hopeless (how many times have i said that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111140469538386763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111140469538386763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111140469538386763' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111133342883122367</id><published>2005-03-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:16:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEE~~~I'm back from cruise! I had so much fun! First night only kanna bullied. Wanted to sneak into the disco but got caught by that waitress. In the end, sharon, vanyeo, jeanette, cia, christine and i were playing hide and seek in the disco. We were running away frm the waitress, hiding near the control room. In the end we decided to go sharon's room to play cards. I was the ulitmate loser of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111133342883122367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111133342883122367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133342883122367' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111077989982579181</id><published>2005-03-14T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T13:58:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, its my off day! 2 full working days almost killed me. I really hate going home late at night, very very eerie though i enjoy walking in the middle of the road as if i own it (there's practically no cars at all!).VANESSA'S WORKING EXPERIENCE AT BUGIS:*What i've noticed- 4/5 singaporeans like to bargain.- Breads are getting real ex.- Four Leaves bakers listen to the song "bad boy" while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111077989982579181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111077989982579181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111077989982579181' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111033310326087986</id><published>2005-03-09T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T09:51:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.livejournal.com/users/vanestic/DO that thinggy there if you're free. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111033310326087986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111033310326087986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111033310326087986' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111020748359683394</id><published>2005-03-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:58:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dunno which idiot frm seiyu complained me. Idiot larhs...say i skiving thats why sales so bad. COme on manx...nobody wanna buy those stuffs coz its so ex and not appealing, not my fault right. that stupid fat man frm the food court almost caught me stealing the chair today. *phew* my cart only got 1 chair larhs..den vy using. Oh...and i was almost late for work today. You know wads the rule? late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111020748359683394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111020748359683394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020748359683394' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-111003615794316237</id><published>2005-03-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:22:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGH! my working place is surrounded by food!!! got taka pochi, that bento thinggy, jollibean, foodcourt, tea egg and more more more. I'm so tempted to eat everything. but must control. I WILL CONTROL, got chance to eat those. SIgh...i'm really glad i'm not in any uniform group coz i cant stand or sit still. i have to move every once a while even if there's no customers. But sometimes when my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111003615794316237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/111003615794316237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111003615794316237' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110995097512439015</id><published>2005-03-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:42:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is first day at seiyu! Its soooo tiring coz i worked for 14 hrs straight and heidi forgot to bring a chair for me to sit!!!! argh...so i "stole" one from the food junction and the stupid manager came out and took the chair back. *evil fat ass* Anyway, the people at the other carts are really friendly. I totally hit it off with this girl called eunice and frequently borrow their chair to sit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110995097512439015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110995097512439015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995097512439015' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110986154931694669</id><published>2005-03-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:52:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Met up with the usuals and watch hitch with vanyeo and huiis!! hA! nice movie, its like super lame and farnie and i don't mind watching again if someone is willing to treat!~ And also, we met jiaying(lee), tong yan, priscilla and faya. She's still so into that f4 guy, jerry. like wad's so great about him? i dun even find him good looking and he sure can't sing. Den we met candice lim (the one frm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110986154931694669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110986154931694669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986154931694669' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110977877571128180</id><published>2005-03-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:52:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate rotting. Had full shift today at raffles. Ben came to visit me and sorta caught me staring blankly into space...Had a shock when he suddenly appeared. To ben: heys! thanks for your levis and the super cool keychains. I really love them. haha, my name's popular in america huh? DUH!! its such a nice name...*ego ego* And your ar-ga-ra-tion quite accurate...the pair of jeans fits me~!! Though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110977877571128180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110977877571128180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110977877571128180' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110960253181137489</id><published>2005-02-28T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:55:31.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i cried. I was so so so nervous, my ears went red hot, my heart thumping non stop, my body breaking out in sweat, I see different expressions, elated, disappointment and all...my phone can't stop ringing,everybody's as anxious as me. Finally mrs thurai told me my results personlly, i was practically screaming "wad?! say that again!!". hehe, its not exactly very good but i thought i'll do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110960253181137489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110960253181137489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960253181137489' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110951383850509401</id><published>2005-02-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:17:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay...tml i'm gonna get back my results. I feeling nervous, anxious, excited whatever...Currently having a stomach ache. Been lao sai-ing for the past week. Here's a tip, when u're having diarroeah (or whatever you spell it), throw in some toilet paper into the toilet bowl first so that when you shit, the water/shit won't splurt up onto your butt. okay..i'm being gross, but anyway, all the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110951383850509401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110951383850509401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951383850509401' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110940879901018996</id><published>2005-02-26T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:06:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this from a guy's LJ. Manx...sounds so right. He must be a real gentleman. ENvy that girl. haha...Love the girl in your heart, not in your mind. If youbaseyour relationship on feelings, it will fail forthere areups &amp;downs in feelings. Girls are there to be loved, nottoyedaround.Love her for who she is. Don't even think aboutchangingany bit about her. 6 billion people in this world &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110940879901018996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110940879901018996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110940879901018996' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110934614920998880</id><published>2005-02-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:42:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As expected i died during lunch time. There's alot of ppl at the cart and i'm all alone *sob sob* met a few irritating customers. There's this lady who bought a total of 40+ bucks and gave me 1 ten dollar note and the rest two dollar notes. i was like...wah..u good, in the end my pouch got so many two dollar notes. Then, there's another lady who can't stop commenting on how expensive the stuffs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110934614920998880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110934614920998880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934614920998880' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110917289564892703</id><published>2005-02-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:34:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week is my busiest week of my entire holidays. Coz i've started work for almost a week now~!! Wells, i'm currently selling some jap gifts in a push cart at raffles xchange (part of raffles mrt) yupps..if you peeps are free, juz come and visit me. There's not much customers after lunch hours, about 3++. Oh, between 12 to 3 are killers. I almost died and fainted with so many people at the cart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110917289564892703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110917289564892703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917289564892703' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110881976358644530</id><published>2005-02-19T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:29:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Garage--Huiis and I went over to help out at around 2. We were under the logistic department with isacc as boss. Haha...so the 4 of us, including cephas (cool name huh?) were moving 150 chairs down to the carpark. Arranging them, setting up the place and everything. Its was quite fun coz i'm the weakest among them, so they made me the lift lady whereby i had to keep pressing the door open </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110881976358644530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110881976358644530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110881976358644530' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110864534390380026</id><published>2005-02-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:02:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched I do I do today with shiyun at PS. Its such a "singapore" show. The hokkien very funny...its a really crappy and disgusting show. Disgusting coz of the actors...abit the "no standard" as compared to foreign movies. But its still entertaining though. After the movie, we went to compass point the library coz i wanna borrow books to occupy my mind. Had dinner together at kopitiam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110864534390380026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110864534390380026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110864534390380026' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110839446392077170</id><published>2005-02-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:17:32.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hAHA...should i say i had one of the best valentines day today? Sadly, there wasn't any valentine, juz chilling around with my good friends huiis, cia, vanyeo and shiyun! Anyway, it was great!! Shiyun decided to pon school halfway, so i met up with her, huiis and vanyeo for Constantine. wOoahhh...i'm sooo in love with keanu reeves, he is sooo OMG...*faints*. Even though i dun really understand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110839446392077170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110839446392077170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110839446392077170' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110817958062419976</id><published>2005-02-12T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T11:39:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Your Attitude RanksYour Attitude is Better than 60% of the PopulationIf you scored...80-100: You've got a winner attitude. You're always optimistic and cheery. Your personality will get you far in life.60-79: You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.40 - 59: You have a positive attitude... somtimes. You prefer to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110817958062419976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110817958062419976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110817958062419976' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110817886892125391</id><published>2005-02-12T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T11:29:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Romantic RealistYou are more romantic than 50% of the population.You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...But you'd never admit it to your friends!Are You Romantic or Realistic?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110817886892125391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110817886892125391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110817886892125391' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110814050028896866</id><published>2005-02-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:48:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is bad...i'm coughing non stop. One of these day, i'm gonna cough out blood. Am i dying soon, God?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110814050028896866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110814050028896866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814050028896866' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110793761419464914</id><published>2005-02-09T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:26:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy chinese new year!  anywayyss, i'm gonna start using LJ now. http://www.livejournal.com/users/vanestic/ I'll type my inner most feelings there, whether towards somebody or a certain issue. But if you wanna see those entries, you gotta add me as ur LJ friend coz i'm gonna lock those entries. But sometimes i'll still continue to use blogspot...update on my life and maybe a few years later, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110793761419464914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110793761419464914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110793761419464914' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110787761879718865</id><published>2005-02-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:46:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love those pineapple tarts at home but they are killing me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110787761879718865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110787761879718865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110787761879718865' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110787689670455228</id><published>2005-02-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:34:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you think hotels like hotel 81 will be making big bucks on valentines day? Jus wondering... saw somewhere that guys want sex as valentines day pressie.okies...woke up early to get mum outta hospital. Was talking to the other patients in the same ward and there's this auntie that really really pitiful. she stayed in the hospital for 4 months already. Hit and run case in malacca and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110787689670455228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110787689670455228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110787689670455228' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110770281388471003</id><published>2005-02-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:13:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Promise you'll be the man that will catch me when i fall.*I spent the whole of today at SGH. My mother fell down in the middle of chinatown yesterday night. Broke her leg bone and got rushed to SGH last night in a cab. She pro lahx...of all times, fall during CNY period. 2 years ago also fall during CNY but not as serious as this year. In the end doctor made her have an operation, put some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110770281388471003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110770281388471003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110770281388471003' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110760797816969958</id><published>2005-02-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:52:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh oh oh oh oh!!! I ate 9 balls for dinner! And i'm gonna start working after chinese new year. Currently broke, so those who owe me money, remember to return me k..coz i forgot who owed me money...hehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110760797816969958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110760797816969958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110760797816969958' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110749264202895973</id><published>2005-02-04T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:00:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's so hard to lose the one you loveTo finally have to say goodbyeYou try to be strong but the pain keeps holdin' onAnd all that you can do is cryDeep within your heart you know it's time to move onWhen the fairy tale that you once knew is gone**don't geddit. To spare her from the pain, she'll hafta hold on to the one she loves but then, the one that she loves won't be happy. So, what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110749264202895973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110749264202895973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749264202895973' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110744578019746692</id><published>2005-02-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:49:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was late for the taining thinggy at shangila. Went in and saw 2 of my classmates. Never in your wildest dreams will you see them together, had a shock of my life. Anyway, i shan't mention their names coz they requested me to keep it low. Anyway, that stupid guy talking was staring at my direction and talking about late coming, can feel my face turn red. Come on manx, i din mean to come in late </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110744578019746692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110744578019746692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110744578019746692' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110740314568604179</id><published>2005-02-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T11:59:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walked alot tonight. Got locked out again. shucckks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110740314568604179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110740314568604179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110740314568604179' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110727381202815216</id><published>2005-02-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T00:03:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went back to sentosa to get my pay today. Met up with benjamin and vanessayeo. at around 1, vy left coz she had ta work, i was playing pool with ben and since we can only collect our pay at 2.30, we went to sakae sushi for lunch. Walked along siloso beach till we finally reached the restaurant, was melting by then already. Ben's treat! after that, we walked back to the hotel to get our pay, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110727381202815216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110727381202815216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110727381202815216' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110709348900391653</id><published>2005-01-30T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:34:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends had been asking me how's work last night. So, here's my answer, its damn tiring and it kinda suck, i got home at almost 3 and I got lost there a few times, so those ppl who made me run errands for them are damn unlucky. I had problems wearing my uniform, can't figure out how the buttons work, in the end, this china lady had to help me. Also, stockings are damn uncomfortable and thank god </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110709348900391653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110709348900391653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110709348900391653' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110692292751637989</id><published>2005-01-28T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:35:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess i had a great day. Woke up exceptionally early today to welcome my long time no see darling, MS HUANG SHIYUN! She decided to pon school today and crash my place...msged me at 7 to see if i wanted breakfast..awww, so sweet. haha, she reached my gates at 8 and we slacked together till dunno what time. Watched Confession of a teenage drama qween together, den we shared lunch. (think straight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110692292751637989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110692292751637989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110692292751637989' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110683409957444719</id><published>2005-01-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:48:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up,went heartland,got the damn skirt,had lunch with vy, cia and chowis,bought some stuffs,took bus home,slacked alittle,baked cookies,had dinner,watched tv andgot irritated and disappointed by someone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110683409957444719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110683409957444719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683409957444719' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110672036521205011</id><published>2005-01-26T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:19:25.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw the brightest moon last night, before i fell asleep. Somehow,  i made a wish upon the moon. The moon's juz too breathtaking. its so bright and i can't help staring at it. Finally, i fell asleep under the moonlight, with my curtain opened. And i had the worst morning. Yea, the moon was bright, but so was the freaking sun! damn, sun tanning early in the morning...Had a long conversation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110672036521205011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110672036521205011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110672036521205011' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110666796281496565</id><published>2005-01-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:46:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like the song on my blog. It sounds so soothing...dunch ya think so? hmm..i screwed up the html for the links to other ppl's blog...argh! and i can't get that thinggy working, so its blank. guess only the tagboard is working.Anyway, had breakfast with nancy and huiis this morning. Nancy has been trying to get us up for breakfast since last week coz she wants to share some church stuffs with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110666796281496565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110666796281496565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666796281496565' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110657702694149729</id><published>2005-01-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:30:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i doubt its possiblefor you and me on the doublei've tried to tell you sobut ended up getting lowi seem to be backing outnot knowing why knowing howmy feelings hasn't changedyou know that from the startbut i think i'll back out nowand leave you alone farewell*written by huiis*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110657702694149729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110657702694149729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657702694149729' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110657374101774037</id><published>2005-01-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:35:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i wish my life could be more interesting and less complicated, but sometimes i dun even think my life is complicated at all, more of mundane. wells, people say i'm fickle minded and i don't deny it. Hopefully i can make firm decisions that i won't regret as time passes. Why can't things and people be more straightforward? Ooo...i understand! some things are better left unsaid.I WANT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110657374101774037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110657374101774037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657374101774037' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110632325031122732</id><published>2005-01-21T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:00:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really bored now and my brain's repeating images of the past. I dunch know wads wrong with me now, probably PMSing since i can feel my sudden drastic mood change. Maybe i'm feeling depressed now but yet again, it doesn't seem like it. I just can't figure myself out right now. All i know is that i'm feeling wierd. I'm not sick or anything, just NOT myself. but dun worry, i'll get over it. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110632325031122732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110632325031122732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110632325031122732' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110623233533157231</id><published>2005-01-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:53:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to: i'll remember you by No secretsyesterday--early morning, huiis msged me when i was sleeping. she said "what you wearing?", and i was like is she crazy, asking me wad i wearing...so i replied "pajamas". haha....den later when i'm more awake, i realise she's asking me wad am i wearing later when we go out. *diao* So, i got ready and left home at abt 11++. met vanessayeo and huiis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110623233533157231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110623233533157231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623233533157231' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110603946365412705</id><published>2005-01-18T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:11:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALERT!! LATEST NEWS on HUIYING TIMES."ex pl-lite burnt down kitchen while baking"a 16 year old girl was found uninjured as her neighbours called the police. apparently she was baking in the kitchen when the oven exploded. no foul play was suspected but only lack of cooking skills. [read on to find out what happened..]vanessa tan, a 16 year old who was from an all girl school, was sent to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110603946365412705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110603946365412705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110603946365412705' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110603505392657086</id><published>2005-01-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:02:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHHEEE~~!! i'm so happy! muahahaha..i did baking today. Stupid huiis was like "sighh, they (the muffins) didn't explode" Like a total insult manx! I CAN BAKE ALRIGHT! ANyway, i'm supposed to melt the chocolate chips but i din, i dumped it into the mixture together with the rasins and sent it to the oven. haha...after 20 mins, i realise that chocolates dun taste well with rasins, but too bad lahx.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110603505392657086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110603505392657086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110603505392657086' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110579586049962417</id><published>2005-01-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:38:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had ta wake up early today for my first bass guitar lesson at er....i dunno where's that place called. But i know its somewhere near aljinied. Yuppx, my instructor is Roy and there's 2 other guys in the same course as me and huiis. oOhh....i HAVE to say this, ITS SO COOL! Although i'm still lost at the notes part, but its really fun. Best still, it only cost me 10 bucks for like 6 lessons? Of coz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110579586049962417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110579586049962417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579586049962417' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110571866641600118</id><published>2005-01-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:04:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went parkway shopping today. I'M SO IRRITATED BY MY FREAKING BROTHER!!! DARE TO SLAP ME, WANNA DIE ARH? You better lock ur room door tonight or i'll go downstairs and cut off ur dick if i can't sleep, asshole!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110571866641600118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110571866641600118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571866641600118' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110562363363037130</id><published>2005-01-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:40:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought i was in a disco early this morning. All thanks to somebody (i'm nice by not calling u bastard. haha) Arggh..shan't talk about it, if not somebody complain i reveal too much.Anyway, today went out with huiis to chill. wanted to slack at coffee bean but decided to have lunch at delifrance instead. We were eating at snail's rate, looking at all the raffles ppl walking by. And of all cds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110562363363037130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110562363363037130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110562363363037130' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110545904976248544</id><published>2005-01-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:57:29.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seriously have no life man! Stupid ryan msged me early this morning at 6 to ask a stupid qns, den when i finally fall asleep again, shiyun msged to say her vice principal damn boring. hahaha...too bad girl. Stop school, come out and work better. I was so tired, so got out of bed at 11 plus. Broke my sleeping record and this is bad!! i'm piggifying, shuccks. So, i went downstairs and joined my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110545904976248544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110545904976248544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545904976248544' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110536441544996131</id><published>2005-01-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:46:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up damn early this morning for school. Huiis and I decided to crash NYJC today! Was alittle late when meeting her, den we walked quite far to the school since they locked the back gate....dots. Just when we reached the main gate, shiyun messaged me saying that the principal finally finished her speech, so we sneaked into the school compound to find the lecture room 4. On our way there, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110536441544996131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110536441544996131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536441544996131' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110472222267009814</id><published>2005-01-03T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:17:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I'VE SIN!Was on the phone with cia and lewis till 1+ last night. Cia wanted to break the record...spastism.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110472222267009814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110472222267009814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110472222267009814' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110466413614913403</id><published>2005-01-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:08:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE TODAY! Its been raining since the moment i opened my eyes this morning. Somehow the rain made me really depressed. Some of my friends are gonna start school tomorrow and I'm gonna continue rotting my life away like nobody's business. Well, no one seems to care anyway if i'm alive or dead except for maybe a pathetic few. I'm feeling real useless now, no goals, no jobs, no accomplishments, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110466413614913403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110466413614913403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466413614913403' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110458011298618656</id><published>2005-01-01T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:48:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a post to ALICIA CHEN MEI TING!Hey woman! sorry arh, u're my guest today and i'm supposed to company u but i fell asleep. I din take long to be KO right? hmm..how long did i left u alone, i can't remember. haha...all i know is that my maid came in and woke me up asking me wad i want for dinner and i realised u're gone! like *wosh* disappear! REALLY SORRY ABOUT IT! Guess i'm really tired </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110458011298618656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110458011298618656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110458011298618656' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110457572500556443</id><published>2005-01-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:50:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhs .. i'm at dear vT's placE :) ... hahahahawas here since 13oo .. haha .. watched dvds .. x)bring it on &amp; prince and mE .. ate maggi mEe for lunCh ..went through her photo albums &amp; snacked on alot of chocolates !!hahaha .. oh wells .. she went to bed le .. so sian ..tat piG left me here using her lappy ..oh wells i'm bored lah .. no one online also .. &gt;.&lt; .. i'm tiredd !! .. vanessa tan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110457572500556443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110457572500556443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457572500556443' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273618.post-110455292117908297</id><published>2005-01-01T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:34:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflections:Alright, firstly, i would like to say i wouldn't be able to pass the last year without my amazing friends (you know who you are). You people totally rock me hard man. Thank you so much!! (esp huiis, cia, jas, shiyun and others who put up with all my nonsense and cheered me up when i'm down).I tot i'm gonna miss guzheng lessons but apparently i din. Sad right? I totally forgot how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110455292117908297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273618/posts/default/110455292117908297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-stile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110455292117908297' title=''/><author><name>VT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590649247449463417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
