<?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-11729923</id><updated>2011-11-30T00:27:41.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4414903287092111876</id><published>2008-04-12T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:05:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so high, I can hear heaven ;</title><content type='html'>It's been a really long time since I last came in here. Truth be told, this journal actually holds so much memories for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, I was just reading through this journal and I can't believe that I had written here for more than 2 years! This journal holds so much emotions for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started it when I first came back from Shanghai - I was in some sort of depression then because most of my friends had moved on and I felt so alone. Then the start of a new life in polytechnic - the Psychedelic 4 which then became 3 and finally, 2. The many experiences in polytechnic, the YEP Vietnam trip, M, CL and everyone else. My feelings throughout have always been very real. I still feel them keenly at times. Sometimes, I read back and I still feel like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never exchange that part of my life for anything in the world. The experiences, no matter good or bad, are what has built me up to who I am today. Despite some of the bad experiences, I am glad they happened. Really and truly. Some experiences are cringe-worthy but not these. These experiences, I hold close to my heart just as the good memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that all said and done, this journal will always be a safe haven for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4414903287092111876?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4414903287092111876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4414903287092111876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4414903287092111876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4414903287092111876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-so-high-i-can-hear-heaven.html' title='I am so high, I can hear heaven ;'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-6608599122749805626</id><published>2008-03-03T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:40:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Scissors Paper</title><content type='html'>I came across this on the net a few days ago and I'm thorougly tickled pink by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how a rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. A rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, Oh shit I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-6608599122749805626?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6608599122749805626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=6608599122749805626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6608599122749805626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6608599122749805626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2008/03/rock-scissors-paper.html' title='Rock Scissors Paper'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-7818597979495936230</id><published>2007-10-16T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:26:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Balboa</title><content type='html'>"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-7818597979495936230?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7818597979495936230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=7818597979495936230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7818597979495936230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7818597979495936230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/10/rocky-balboa.html' title='Rocky Balboa'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4221747522401711223</id><published>2007-05-07T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:18:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07/05/07</title><content type='html'>Hello, I've moved. I've moved on to something much better since my blogger is neither here nor there. Like, it's neither the old version nor is it the Beta version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you are reading this, HAH YOU'RE SUCH A LOSER, YOU DON'T KNOW MY NEW ADDRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no, hahaha. I'm sorry for that but I couldn't resist doing it. Well, if you are reading this, COME ASK ME FOR MY NEW ADDRESS WOKAYS. I PROMISE I WON'T BITE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come in to blog randomly just to keep this diary alive (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4221747522401711223?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4221747522401711223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4221747522401711223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4221747522401711223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4221747522401711223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/05/070507.html' title='07/05/07'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-916976278836836761</id><published>2007-04-29T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:54:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember the last time I went to a concert with Jasmine. She was with A then and I was with M. We talked, we laughed, we had fun together. After dinner, we went our own ways. Jasmine and A went out somewhere while M and I went to our usual spot along the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward one year down the road, we girls are going alone. The 2 guys are not in our lives anymore but we don't need&lt;em&gt; bathtubs&lt;/em&gt; like them right, babe? (: We can have our own form of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby. And I had fun tonight! Many more to come (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-916976278836836761?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/916976278836836761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=916976278836836761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/916976278836836761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/916976278836836761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-remember-last-time-i-went-to-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4376152814252734693</id><published>2007-04-19T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:08:54.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr M.</title><content type='html'>It's so real that it's starting to scare me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4376152814252734693?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4376152814252734693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4376152814252734693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4376152814252734693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4376152814252734693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-m.html' title='Mr M.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2863348246626926590</id><published>2007-04-17T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:50:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday the 17th.</title><content type='html'>Righto, so I'm back earlier than expected because Jasmine had to go light-shopping with her mother. But anyhow, it was a dope day out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started off as a pure chitchat catching up day ended with me spending more money than expected. I knew I shouldn't have gone out with a card, it always make me spend more than I should. But nonetheless, I still feel happy with my buys even though it was just a few items because it's my first buy in months! Been shitass broke and sick during the entire holidays and I think it was a good combination (: being sick doesn't allow you time out to go and shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I bought a bag, necklaces and miscellaneous stuffs (like toothbrush!). The toothbrush is too cute to resist so I bought it and a pouch to put it in so it's going to be with me wherever I go :D I totally dig the bag though I didn't like it at the start. Initially, I thought it looked rather gaudy and &lt;em&gt;aunty-ish&lt;/em&gt; but the more I looked at it, the more I liked it. So maybe that means that I'm well on my way to aunty-dom. Bought 2 spanking neat necklaces; one for my mum and one for myself! And thanks to Hongying who looked out for nitty-gritty details that I couldn't be bothered about (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've carefully noticed, I've a penchant for the Eiffel tower (: I don't know why but I like anything that has the Eiffel tower because I think it's so beautiful. My new necklace has the Eiffel Tower, my current cellphone wallpaper has the Eiffel Tower, even my blogskin has the Eiffel Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out with Hongying because she always make me feel so comfortable and we can talk about anything under the sun! We nag at each other alot because we care alot for each other. She will patiently explain why my parents are nagging at me and I will patiently explain to her why her parents are nagging at her! We then saw Sikai at lunch and we went to visit him at his workplace (: we got freebies hahaha. Collecting my Sparky from him during dinner on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So armed with happy thoughts and happy buys, I am ready to face tomorrow (: bright it on, baby! Lessons aren't going to daunt me and I'm sure it's going to be a good day tomorrow. I shall try not to sleep in class and pay attention to what the lecturer is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother's out at a gymnastic competition and I hope he brings back a trophy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay with the gang tomorrow night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2863348246626926590?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2863348246626926590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2863348246626926590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2863348246626926590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2863348246626926590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesday-17th.html' title='Tuesday the 17th.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-6928404228958449281</id><published>2007-04-17T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:40:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School.</title><content type='html'>So we finally started school yesterday and I was glad to see the gang again (: somehow after getting back together again in school, it doesn't really feel like we went on a long holiday. Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 3 hours breaks are pure torture. It's too long a time to be slacking in school and yet, it's too short a time to be heading out of school. Smelly Starfish slept in the canteen because, as she said, she was too high in the morning and by the time afternoon came, she was totally washed out hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures were aight, I guess. I'm loving the timetable for the first 8 weeks because I don't have school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Friday, I've only a 2 hours lecture and I have 3 hours break on Monday and Wednesdays (: but thereafter, we've to go into our respective childcare everyday from 9am-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen PP in school? Hahaha Terr said he saw her in class but try as I might, I couldn't see her at all! And I really think that my &lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt; changed a lot lol or maybe I'm just pure biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are starting to roll in now and the first deadline's on the 1st of June. I hope I clear everything up before I head off for Langkawi in June and New Zealand in December. Might be going off again during the semestral break but that's not yet confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aighty, am just about done here. Meeting HongYing in just a bit and chilling out with Jasmine later tonight (: much love, people. Stay gold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-6928404228958449281?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6928404228958449281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=6928404228958449281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6928404228958449281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6928404228958449281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5151119739935045492</id><published>2007-04-12T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:11:32.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I am a very sad girl today, 'nuff said ): only my Smelly Starfish would know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, I'm too distraught to talk right now. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5151119739935045492?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5151119739935045492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5151119739935045492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5151119739935045492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5151119739935045492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3258858332851459954</id><published>2007-04-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:38:15.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was born right in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed&lt;br /&gt;They're spreading blankets on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;br /&gt;I think I was blind before I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know where I am&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I've been&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought I'd let you know&lt;br /&gt;That these things take forever&lt;br /&gt;I especially am slow&lt;br /&gt;But I realise that I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered if I could come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time you drove all night&lt;br /&gt;Just to meet me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was strange you said everything changed&lt;br /&gt;You felt as if you'd just woke up&lt;br /&gt;And you said, "This is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I didn't die before I met you&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you&lt;br /&gt;And I'd probably be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;With these things there's no telling&lt;br /&gt;We just have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be working for a paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Than waiting to win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;Besides maybe this time it's different&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really think you like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3258858332851459954?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3258858332851459954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3258858332851459954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3258858332851459954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3258858332851459954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/bright-eyes-first-day-of-my-life.html' title='Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2913398995191720462</id><published>2007-04-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:32:45.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pocket money.</title><content type='html'>Something totally random and insubstantial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Oliver told my dad that I was shitass broke, like I've just a few bucks left to my name, and my dad was like, "What happened to your savings and the money you got from Chinese New Year!?" And I slowly explained that I've not taken &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;money from him ever since school term ended, that I've been going out quite a bit during the holidays and that I lost some money during the Chinese New Year period. I think this is the very first time that I've not asked my dad for any allowances during the school holidays otherwise, I'll usually be taking my normal allowance. And then, I totally suck at Black Jack ): somehow, my brothers made a killing this year and like all other years, I lost money. Not that I feel sad but it just sucks nearing the end of holidays because that hefty sum of money could have come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to our conversation. After my dad heard me say that I didn't take any allowance from him this holidays, the first thing he said was, "OH! Right!!" And that, ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, is a very good sign (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I met mehmeh at Vivo when I went out to run some errands with my brother today (: whee! Totally coincidental! Imma happy girl now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS END OF RANDOM BABBLING. Happy Good Friday, people (: Be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2913398995191720462?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2913398995191720462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2913398995191720462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2913398995191720462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2913398995191720462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-pocket-money.html' title='Of pocket money.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-117860932894726824</id><published>2007-04-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:02:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a phantom to lead you in the summer</title><content type='html'>I've been having the sniffles for the longest time ever! I can't stand having to wake up every morning with no voice at all and then I will pass the day coughing away. Gahh, I need to get well soon because I have alot of dates and promises to keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Prata with Ivan &amp; the Stalkerxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;2) Day out with my lilipops.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dinner date with Skye.&lt;br /&gt;4) Insane day out with twinno.&lt;br /&gt;5) Night out with the gang in school.&lt;br /&gt;6) Mr Bean with Mr Seet Hsienyang.&lt;br /&gt;7) Meeting up with Hongying.&lt;br /&gt;8) Meeting up with Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;9) Day out with Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;10) YADAH YADAH YADAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm mighty pleased today because the mum came home with this nice white cardigan for me (: been looking for a nice cardigan for a long time now so yes, I'm very pleased that I've now a new cardigan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother and I have just decided to head down to Perth during the long semester break in October and the parents have given the green light to go ahead :D I. Can't. Wait! I don't know manxzxz, I reckon the 3rd year is going to be pretty screwed because I'm heading down to NZ at the end of the year too! I hope that I manage to finish up my share of the project before we fly off otherwise, I'm going to be so screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I'm really looking forward to Good Friday! The dad told me to decide which restaurants I want to go for breakfast, lunch and dinner and then he'll bring the whole family down (: suggestions, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wogays, I'm going to the sacks now. Gotta wake up early tomorrow morning and then again, I only updated because I thought it was about time to have a new entry lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne nuit! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: After the previous post, I only replied mofotofu today and I think he doesn't want to talk to me anymore! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-117860932894726824?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/117860932894726824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=117860932894726824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/117860932894726824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/117860932894726824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-to-lead-you-in-summer.html' title='a phantom to lead you in the summer'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5972078632997170692</id><published>2007-03-29T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:02:43.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Melrose</title><content type='html'>GAHH, what's up with Friendster? ): The testimonial that my lilipops wrote is gone! *poof!* into thin air. I want it back! I am feeling really sad about it because it is from my lilipops and he really made me smile with that. I love my lilipops so gimme his testimonial back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hsienyang lost my testimonial too and I had to write a new one for him. He is sucha sweetheart because he texted me after getting the new one and made me all happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't understand what's the big hooha about me losing my lilipops' testimonial. You'll never understand. My lilipops is one of the sunshines in my life and he makes me happy everytime. He gives in to all my whimsicals and he takes good care of me (: I am lucky to have a lilipops like him :D And then again, he is all the more important because I don't get to spend alot of time with him. So there, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, as I was typing this entry, I was looking at my wrist (I don't know why!) and I realised that I look like a bloody malnourished kid. So much for losing 3kg in 5 days. I need to gorge myself soon and the best thing is, Samuel's going to bring me out to do just that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with some Japanese friends for dinner tonight (: I. Can't. Wait! I feel as though it's been ages since I last went out proper so I'm really looking forward to tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl even though I'm still sick and it is getting worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just listening to 我们的故事 by Tension and I suddenly remembered how I used to like it alot until other nice songs came out hahaha. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then the mofotofu's attachment is finally coming to an end which means we can chill out soon! I know he is really happy about it because he doesn't really like his company all that much even though it's one of the (or possibly The Biggest) architectural firm in Singapore. And then again, that reminds me that I've yet to reply to his message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, the teevee's calling out to me so laters people! Have a nice rainy day at home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I just checked my new timetable and I don't have school on Tuesdays and Thursdays! ZOMG I'm so happy! But I've school from 9-5 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and on Wednesdays, we get 3 hours break! However, on Mondays and Fridays, we get zilch break! I don't know how I'm gg to survive because I live for the breaks HAHAHA. Okays out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/S: Okays, so I just checked again and I realised that it's full day practicum on Mondays and Fridays.. I so wanna die! I don't think I'm even going to survive through 9-5 in childcare ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPP/S: THAT MEANS I'M ONLY IN SCHOOL FOR 1 BLOODY DAY EVERY WEEK! NOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5972078632997170692?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5972078632997170692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5972078632997170692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5972078632997170692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5972078632997170692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/lady-melrose.html' title='Lady Melrose'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3861459576783790574</id><published>2007-03-27T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:03:30.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Barkin' Mad</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I think I'm bloody barkin' mad. I woke up at 545am this morning because I was supposed to report for work at 730am at some stupid exhibition thingamajig at Plaza Park Royal. Then, when I was on the bus on the way there at 630am, I decided that I don't want to work anymore so I didn't get off the bus at Plaza Park Royal and instead, I sat on the bus all the way until the interchange at Bukit Merah. Hence, I toured around Singapore during the wee hours of the morning when everyone else is rushing to school. I went from my place (Bukit Timah) down to Little India and then on to Bugis, past Plaza Park Royal, moving on to Esplanade, Vivocity, some other ulu place before finally getting to Bukit Merah where I had to change buses to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously barkin' mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3861459576783790574?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3861459576783790574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3861459576783790574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3861459576783790574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3861459576783790574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-barkin-mad.html' title='Bloody Barkin&apos; Mad'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-7147767614320337094</id><published>2007-03-26T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:53:39.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILTY BEAUTY LOVE</title><content type='html'>So here I am sitting in front of my laptop with a box of tissues in one hand and a basketful of used tissue by the side. I swear, instead of getting better, I seem to be feeling worse than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dad is out in Saudi Arabia at the moment and I wish I was out there but then again, after hearing what he had to say about the hotels, I think I'd choose home instead lol. He called home on the first day and proclaimed that the hotel had no towels provided! And yknow, who goes around on holidays with towels!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I like? I like changing templates because the Smelly Starfish would always give me her thoughts and opinions and vice versa. As much as it sounds like something mighty minor, I really enjoy all those pointers going back and forth (: it makes you feel important and loved because not only are your opinions given a second thought, someone loves you enough to give you her opinions as well :D just the other night, Smelly Starfish called me and what was supposed to be a few minutes talk enquiring about the directions to somewhere, time flew and by the time we hung up, nearly an hour had passed. I love my Smelly Starfish; she's one of the reasons why I don't regret coming to poly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I love my days recently (: the brother seems to have finally matured and thus we are on proper speaking terms, the kinds where its like brother and sister who are friends rather than the kinds where we are strictly brother and sister. Next Tuesday we are going to Sentosa! Zomg after having said that I want to tan, I am finally doing it after 1 1/2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather has been shitass crazy these days and I have a supremely sexy voice right now. This morning, this guy called and when I said hello, he was like so shocked and hung up -.- Then I started to wonder if he was my friend but hung up because I lost my voice and he didn't recognise it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day (okays, not quite, it was like 2 weeks ago?) the gang went to West Coast to have BBQ :D it was dope fun BBQ-ing everything and trying to come up with different recipes whee! Thereafter, we wenta climb the web. I mean, everyone who goes West Coast has to climb the web! But it was some scary shit hahaha. Nearly half of us girls were squealing (yes, I'm guilty as well) because it was so painful and so scary-shit high with no safety harness ): then the lovergirl's dad came to pick us up and sent us to Clementi interchange. After boarding the bus home, I realised that I left my wallet in the lovergirl's bag when I was at her house earlier in the day, gahh! Thank goodness Jasmine was there manxzxz! Otherwise I think I'd just die because the lovergirl went to meet her boy and her phone died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jasmine, EY! When are you free!? I miss you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;luhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Come out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the gang is going to have another outing soon soon soon! Imma so excited about it because I doubt we will get to hang out and chill outside as much when the new school term starts. We have to make the most out of what we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something.. I miss canteen 1 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And for those who are in need of a dose of laughter, watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wj4LsJ7w3MI"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! Uber cute and funny I promise you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-7147767614320337094?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7147767614320337094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=7147767614320337094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7147767614320337094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7147767614320337094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/guilty-beauty-love.html' title='GUILTY BEAUTY LOVE'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-9194941355101501701</id><published>2007-03-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:56:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Band .</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how listening to songs played by the band last time can affect me so bad right now. There's this overwhelming gush of emotions going right through me at the moment. Every song has its own special memory and I'm starting to miss my trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am listening to Dynamica and I remember the time we played it when I was in what, Secondary 1? It was one of the first proper pieces that we played and it was sucha shitass hard piece at that moment because we were all total noobs and had no idea how to do proper tongue-ing, what's more we had to do double tongue-ing for this particular piece. I remember how Terence would always drill us and make us do tongue-ing over and over again during sectional practice and how I would always hate him so much because I hated doing that. Everytime we had to do that, I almost want to cry ): And I have to admit, I always play cheat during this play. I always held my trumpet high like all the other trumpeters but nothing came out of my bell because I didn't bother to play it at all hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all the bitter-sweet memories of band. I don't know whether to smile or to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-9194941355101501701?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/9194941355101501701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=9194941355101501701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/9194941355101501701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/9194941355101501701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-band.html' title='Of Band .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4646030200497196243</id><published>2007-03-02T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:11:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Start.</title><content type='html'>Gahh somehow, my laptop has been acting up ever since I got back from cal2. It goes at this frustratingly slow pace (okays, sometimes not all the time) and I can't stand having to sit there and wait while the laptop crawls along. There's this jerkiness amid that slowness and seriously, it's so annoying that I was just about to start banging on the keypad in the hope that it might go faster, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rashes are irritating me as well ): and the thing is, I have to endure the rashes every single day and it doesn't get better with time, like I had hoped it would. I can't stand the fact that I'm allergic to soap, like wtf hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dad has managed to secure 2 tix for Electrico's concert tonight but I am not sure if I wanna go because I wanna watch my show on Channel U at 7pm ): Nothing will ever make me miss that show, hehhehs. So yes, I am still at a delimma because I'm not sure what to do. The brother wants to go but he doesn't want to go by himself and he doesn't wanna bring his friend with him so it's pretty much up to me. Anyways, is Electrico really that good? Or are they just plain overrated? Not that I'm trying to demean them but I'm just ignorant like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hooboy, the laptop is going.. uber.. slow. UGH, I can't stand it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have thus decided on which cellphone I wanna get and if the dad is feeling generous at the end of the month, you know what this means (: either that or I will just pay for it myself. I am still pretty much in love with my current phone but it tends to screw up on me and the battery is almost totally screwed as well, gahh. So then, I'm going to get &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/sg/products/gsm/gsm/sgh_z720.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (: the lovergirl and I went to look at it at Citylink after our school field trip on Tuesday and we both pretty much liked it (: then the lovergirl and her boy came over to my place but that's another story. So what do you think of the phone? Me loves it! Especially the keypad hahaha. The keypad plays a major role for me because most of the time, I'd be on the phone texting so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 7cranes: No, it ain't the same phone as Gladys' albeit it looking nearly the same hahaha. And don't forget about West Coast next Wednesday! I'm totally spiffed up about it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, so I'm just about to go wash up and head out. The mum's going to bring me to an Indian restaurant (: been craving for Indian food since I don't know when, hehhehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4646030200497196243?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4646030200497196243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4646030200497196243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4646030200497196243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4646030200497196243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-start.html' title='From the Start.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-6791703032359491363</id><published>2007-03-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:15:08.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day I'll Fly Away .</title><content type='html'>Ohboy, I'm so glad that I made the decision to stay at home today. Initially, I was feeling kinda irritated because I thought my mum wasn't going out so I decided not to head out so that I could bring her out or vice versa. But in the end, she had some gatherings with her friends and I was left home alone. However, I'm glad it happened (: It's been a deliciously cool day and I spent the &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; day sleeping. So you see, everything is in God's plan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousin's leaving on Saturday morning for a 2-years working stint in England. Hooboy, I'm uber jealous but I know she deserves this break. She's been really hardworking, filial and patient and I'm, sure as hell, going to miss her loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm going to just sign off here. My show's just about to start! (: I love bumming around like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-6791703032359491363?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6791703032359491363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=6791703032359491363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6791703032359491363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6791703032359491363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-day-ill-fly-away.html' title='One Day I&apos;ll Fly Away .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-6845846839916682697</id><published>2007-02-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:58:40.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copeland - No One Really Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;No One Really Wins - Copeland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome love, I have made a place for you here&lt;br /&gt;I know every word they say&lt;br /&gt;I know how they want to make you change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change if you want, but don't you go and change for me&lt;br /&gt;I can love you as you are&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to make you want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fight between my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;No one really wins this time&lt;br /&gt;No one really wins this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't find the love you want&lt;br /&gt;If I have acted ungracefully&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you go&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to make you want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But go if you want&lt;br /&gt;Make your way straight to the door&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you look back before you go&lt;br /&gt;'cos grace looks back before it starts to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fight between my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;No one really wins this time&lt;br /&gt;No one really wins this timr&lt;br /&gt;In the endless fight of grace and pride&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to win this time&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to win this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-6845846839916682697?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6845846839916682697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=6845846839916682697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6845846839916682697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/6845846839916682697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/copeland-no-one-really-wins.html' title='Copeland - No One Really Wins'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-7501709230720787905</id><published>2007-02-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:51:08.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Chinese New Year.</title><content type='html'>Hello, the days have been insanely tiring. I wake up each morning and I feel like I've barely touched the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's eve was a total whack. I was deliriously high on the spanking good white wine and.. I can't remember what I did. All I remembered was being a total idiot in front of everyone, insanely high and making CL play some stupid games with me. And on the way to the cinema after dinner, I was half-dead and was drowsing in and out of sleep in the car. The flick was good though we missed the first 40 minutes of it. Thereafter, I walked CL to the taxi-stand at St James Powerhouse before hitching a ride back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Chinese New Year was spent watching TV, TV and more TV. I was in front of the TV from 11 in the morning till the time we went home at 9+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of Chinese New Year saw me spending somemore time in front of the TV. I love Miami Ink now (: I think it is such a dope show and methinks that the owner of the tattoo parlour (that &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt; one) is quite hot. And then I went over to my grandmother's place and we had steamboat. I was the first to eat at the table and I was the last to leave hahaha. My cousin even gave me a time-limit. But I am glad this Chinese New Year because I talked to cousins whom I don't usually talk to because of the huge age gap. Thereafter, I went to the KTV and K-ed till I KO-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent SOMEMORE time watching TV on the third day hahaha. Eyy, basically that's it. But I felt happy because everyone that I love were around me, from the eve of Chinese New Year till the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for lunch with Simon, Annie and Yongwoon who was back in town. Lunch was sucha happy affair (: I had so much laughs and we talked about so much stuffs. I think Simon's feeling kinda sad because he is 29 going on 30 soon and the only consolation that he can get now is that we are in the same age-bracket this year haha. After lunch, Simon and Annie went back to their respective offices while Yongwoon and I made our way down to Raffles Hotel. Shopped around the area and though we are exactly 10 years apart, it felt good to be talking to him. We talked about my &lt;em&gt;bengbeng&lt;/em&gt; (Herman), about how we (Yongwoon &amp; I) got to know each other, about what we used to do in Shanghai, about our lives now, about our plans for the future and the likes. Nice, easy, stress-free chat. After he left to meet his friends, Ivan and Melvin came to find me. I was very grouchy at first because I was tired and sleepy. Ivan was sucha sweetheart&lt;em&gt; la&lt;/em&gt; (: thanks nana. My stalker was also nice too (erm yah). Stalkerxzxz! I hope you won alot of money at mahjong yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while waiting for Ivan to finish doing his stuffs, I saw nice sneakers that I wanna buy while roaming around with Melvin. Me likes those sneakerxzxz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAU, I forgot what I want to write already and my eyes are c..l..o..s..i..n..g. Tired girl here so, over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit:] So I spent the whole of today watching this korean drama, Which Star Are You From? It's currently showing on Channel 55, I think. Was rushing to finish the entire show because my aunty wanted to borrow it from me today. I was crying throughout the whole of the last 4 discs. It was so sad and touching manxzxz! Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-7501709230720787905?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7501709230720787905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=7501709230720787905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7501709230720787905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7501709230720787905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-chinese-new-year.html' title='Post Chinese New Year.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1318139075692041179</id><published>2007-02-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:08:34.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Well, for the record, some thick skinner insisted that I write about him. And that thick skinner is none other than, Jun Bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is very nice, because when I ask him to change his nick, he changes it (: I think he is also very nice because he sends me alot of nice songs (: me hearts nice new songs. He is my personal DJ, whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always hallucinates that I owe him a lot of things but I think he is just being &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; young (he claims he is very sensitive about the o** word so.) and senile (: How can I ever owe anyone anything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me loves Domokun alot. Me brings Domokun around to explore Singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks his name is nice but he prefers ChunPing though I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1318139075692041179?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1318139075692041179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1318139075692041179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1318139075692041179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1318139075692041179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8263123419601504970</id><published>2007-02-16T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:19:43.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Unicorn .</title><content type='html'>Gahh. Just as I thought I've finally finished packing my room, my mum walks in and was like, "EY! WHY YOU HAVEN'T PACK YOUR ROOM AH!?" ): does it mean that I hafta re-pack everything? It is such a painful process that frankly, I am starting to doubt if I am of housewife material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, the family's going out for MacDonald's breakfast tomorrow morning! (: loves it. I love it when the whole family goes out for MacDonald's breakfast :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow night's reunion dinner, oh joy! The cousins, me &amp;amp; CL are all going out for a midnight show after dinner. I was just telling CL today that we went from "hope to see you soon!" to "see you soon!" to "see you tomorrow" to tomorrow's "see you later!" (: &lt;em&gt;see you tomorrow, boy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the parents to get home before we watch DVDs together in the family room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was talking to Simon. I was reading his blog just the other day and seriously, it was so sad that I wanted to cry. I can't tell him, things will be better soon or that he has to cheer up because when someone dear to you passes on, it will be most inappropriate no? I really didn't know what to say to him before that and I was feeling really bad and sad for him. I wished I could have talked to him sooner but as it is, we were both busy with our own stuffs. But yesterday, I was glad to hear that he was back at work and he sounded like his old self (: we talked about alot of stuffs, namely about guys. It was so funny yet thought-provoking at the same time. Me loves Simon muchly, because he is such a nice and funny guy (: and he was there all the while when I was feeling lonely in Shanghai as well. I remembered all the movie marathons at his place after work and all the little outings Simon, Annie and I went on. I love both of them alot and somehow, it doesn't quite feel the same as when I was in Shanghai anymore. I think after we came back, all the realities of the world dropped on us like a bomb and though Singapore is so small, we've always had troubles meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later in the afternoon, I talked to Chloe baby. I miss her a whole damn lot too and while talking to her, I started to miss Shanghai as well gahh. &lt;em&gt;Come back home soon, babe! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I was emailing my dad's friend yesterday, I was telling him how sometimes I would really really regret my decision about coming back to Singapore in '05. But then at the end of the day, I realise that there is no point regretting about it because the deed's already done and I just have to make the best out of what I have at the moment. And then again, if I hadn't come back home, I wouldn't have known the people that I know now from school, especially the girls (: That's just about one of the few consolations I have at the moment. The rest of the consolations are things such as being able to hang out with my twinno ( &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;! ), being with my family etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Natalie and hearing her these days make me feel kinda depressed. I love that girl alot but seeing her so lost and confused makes me feel thoroughly helpless. She's at this point of her life where she doesn't know where she wants to go, what she wants to do. The most obvious (and workable) solutions are right in front of her but she doesn't want to take them. Sometimes, I think she is pretty ironical but I mean, at the end of the day, she has to choose something for herself. This is her life and no one can help her make a decision. I hope she sees the light at the end of the dark tunnel soon. &lt;em&gt;I love you, NAla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to Junbin, I have some dope songs from 罗志祥's newest album. Loves it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8263123419601504970?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8263123419601504970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8263123419601504970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8263123419601504970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8263123419601504970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-unicorn.html' title='Last Unicorn .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3887877340169137838</id><published>2007-02-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:10:33.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Special Boy (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy happy twenteenth, mofotofu (: You've been a blessing and a joy to have around all this while. Anyways, have a most blessed birthday with your friends tonight. May God's richest blessings be on you because you are worth it all! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3887877340169137838?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3887877340169137838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3887877340169137838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3887877340169137838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3887877340169137838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-special-boy.html' title='For A Special Boy (:'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1954792351736681520</id><published>2007-02-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:21:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle on A Cloud</title><content type='html'>The spring-cleaning today has divulged many secrets that would otherwise have been lost amongst the pile of lecture notes, the stack of books and all the other nitty gritty stuffs. I just realised I have too many bags (21 bags!) and I don't know where I am going to stove it all. I dug out letters that I had kept in my planner during the 1st year of school. Letters from the girls and from Lilipops. I must say, Lilipops' letter really made me smile.. I miss that silly boy and his smile! Not forgetting the girls, I'm glad that we've come so far, against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I wish there's band concerts coming up. If any of you know of any band concerts coming, tell me aight? I realise that I miss band alot; the music, my trumpet, the thrill of going on stage to perform, the tedious practices, the chats that we always have as we polished our instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nancy, I'm listening to songs from 郭品超's new album. I think they are love (: but I think it's kinda funny for a big guy like him to have this kinda voice haha. I mean, I can't even place his face to that voice! He looks like the type that will sing with a gruff voice lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the 1st book of Love Monster (: A sense of accomplishment because I think 繁体字 is damn hard to read haha. It was such a painful process at the beginning but I am starting to get the hang of it! Going on to the 2nd book and I have to go buy the other books soon! It's not exactly as exciting anymore because I've read the first 3 books in English before I bought the chinese version. Hopefully there will be surprises from the 4th book onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks that reunion dinner this year is going to be fun (: looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place where no one's lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place where no one cries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crying, at all, is not allowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not in my castle on a cloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1954792351736681520?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1954792351736681520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1954792351736681520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1954792351736681520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1954792351736681520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/castle-on-cloud.html' title='Castle on A Cloud'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8379513230357603047</id><published>2007-02-15T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:09:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Saint Valentine's .</title><content type='html'>Like always, Saint Valentine's was pretty self-satisfactory for me (: Who said that you can't enjoy yourself on Saint Valentine's if you are single? I believe that no matter if you are single or otherwise, you can make yourself happy and that is what I did, with obvious effects :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it? It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving. There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness. And to me too, who love life, it seems that butterflies and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them among men, know most about happiness&lt;/em&gt;. (Of Reading and Writing, &lt;strong&gt;Thus Spoke Zarathustra&lt;/strong&gt;, Friedrich Nietzsche, 1883 - 1885)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to feel the age creeping up on me. As much as I still enjoy reading Enid Blyton or fantasy stories by David Eddings and the likes, I have been adding other genres into my repertoire.. Genres like philosophical. I remembered when I was younger, each time my dad tried to introduce philosophical books to me, I would grimace and even though I take it, I would chuck it back onto the bookshelf when he isn't looking. But nowadays, I take out the books willingly and pore over them, savoring them word after word. &lt;em&gt;Dialogues with Plato&lt;/em&gt; was tedious; at some point, I was grappling with the things said. Maybe if I read it again in 10 years time, I would understand it better. &lt;em&gt;Conversations with Menuhin&lt;/em&gt; was refreshing. I greatly admire him and his works and well, you have to see/hear it to get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was much younger, I enjoyed the works of James Herriot: &lt;em&gt;All Things&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bright and Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;All Things Wise and Wonderful&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;All Creatures Great and Small&lt;/em&gt;. Each book offered a magic change of pace and a mastery of both the comic and the tragic. Whether sad or glad, each story showed his deep affection for animals and people. After reading his books, you go away happier, more sensitized to everyday drama, more sympathetic to fellow creatures. Each book is, rightly speaking, a celebration of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am just one year shy of graduation, I'm starting to grapple with alot of things in life. I am undecided as to where I am going after this, I am undecided as to what I really want to do after this. To say what you want to do is one thing, but to actually achieve or work towards it is another thing. The dad says, "If you come out and work for 2 years after graduation, I will send you to Australia or anywhere else you want after that 2 years." As much as that sounds enticing, I don't know what will actually happen. I wish that could happen but better offers might come along the way, or maybe there will be more hurdles for me to cross. We shall see when it comes; &lt;em&gt;go with the flow&lt;/em&gt;, as the gaffer always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm supposed to be spring-cleaning and packing my room since it is the end of exams and Chinese New Year is just round the bend. But I've been getting distracted by, well, stuffs and for every minute that I pack my room, I spend the next 10 minutes on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, giddy up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8379513230357603047?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8379513230357603047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8379513230357603047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8379513230357603047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8379513230357603047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-saint-valentines.html' title='Of Saint Valentine&apos;s .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2519825550218434</id><published>2007-02-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:43:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>130207</title><content type='html'>Gahh, the last paper's at 2pm later and I've not friggin' studied for it yet. I know it's going to screw me over eventually but I just can't get down to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm actually complaining about me not studying, but. I'm just feeling guilty haha. I've enjoyed bumming around these few days and seriously, I don't really feel the panic until I see a question that I don't know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to wake up late tomorrow without feeling guilty (: &amp; I really really wanna watch Ghost Rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm going to go get ready for school! Last paper, yippee woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2519825550218434?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2519825550218434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2519825550218434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2519825550218434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2519825550218434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/130207.html' title='130207'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8416560258816547358</id><published>2007-02-12T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:33:36.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Enchanted Evening .</title><content type='html'>So this is it. One more paper to go before I'm out of this hellhole for a good 2 months, oh joy. These past few days have been a blur and so when I had to write down the date on my papers today, I was totally clueless. I started to panic because being paranoid, I thought of what my lecturer might think if I got the date wrong, like as though I don't give a shit about the exams at all. And then, I remembered that my watch tells the date haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last paper. I. Simply. Can't. Wait! Thereafter, I'm going to head over to HongYing's place for dinner and girly chats and maybe a walk in the park (: Wednesday's Valentine's Day but I guess I'm most prolly going to just sleep the day away, or meet up with HongYing before she meets up with her guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have a field trip to the Spastic Cerebral Palsy Center on Thursday and while I am kinda hyped up about the trip (because you don't get much field trips as you grow up), part of me doesn't really wanna go too because I don't know what to expect, what to do, how to react. When I was filling up my indemnity form last night, I was feeling weird because here I am, at 20 years of age, filling up a consent form and I have to get my dad to sign it as well. It's been a long while since we last had consent forms to hand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to nap! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8416560258816547358?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8416560258816547358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8416560258816547358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8416560258816547358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8416560258816547358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-enchanted-evening.html' title='Some Enchanted Evening .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-371196032893857756</id><published>2007-02-11T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:22:52.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flames of Recca .</title><content type='html'>It is beyond normality when you hit the sacks at an unearthly 5am only to bounce out of bed at 9am, feeling like an overcharged Energizer bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-371196032893857756?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/371196032893857756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=371196032893857756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/371196032893857756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/371196032893857756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/flames-of-recca.html' title='Flames of Recca .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-9186895063750266773</id><published>2007-02-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:59:24.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias.</title><content type='html'>You know how your body aches when you are having a fever? That's exactly how I am feeling right now and seriously, it is not funny at all shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I was reading through a phobia list and some of the phobias are really funny. But I don't think it would be funny if I really had phobias like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambulophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of walking (!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthrophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anuptaphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of staying single (I guess most of us are anuptaphobia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arachnephobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth (!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astrophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of stars or celestial space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aulophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of flutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aurophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biblophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cacophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of ugliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caligynephobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cainophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of newness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cardiphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chaetophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cathisophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chirophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrometophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cibophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coprastasophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of constipation (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didaskaleinophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of going to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Epistaxiphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of nosebleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ereuthrophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of blushing (!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Euphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of hearing good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genuphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geumaphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of the number 666 (zomg the word is so shitass long HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of long words (wtf haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lachanophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laliphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panophobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of everything (I wonder who's panophobic, boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paraskavedekatriaphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentheraphobia&lt;/em&gt; - Fear of mother-in-law&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-9186895063750266773?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/9186895063750266773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=9186895063750266773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/9186895063750266773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/9186895063750266773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/phobias.html' title='Phobias.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8657950015233655628</id><published>2007-02-08T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:46:59.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Anne Frank.</title><content type='html'>Yet again, it's been a while since I last updated proper. The days have been of dopey fun and I am glad for everything that has happened thus far (: I don't think it can get any better and I hope this is the way 2007 is going to be through out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the last, Jasmine came over to my place for a sleepover. We were supposed to have been rushing our assignments and mugging but we ended up watching teevee, lazing in bed and having tonnes of laughs over silly stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday saw me going over to Jasmine's place to have a movie marathon in which I died before it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday has got to be the best day of the year up till now. I did everything that I love, ate stuffs that I love, went to places I love (: The buying of movie tickets warranted so much laughs that now when I think about it, I still feel like laughing. Sitting in the cinema before the show started was funny too. We didn't dare to talk because it was like deathly quiet and each time an &lt;em&gt;ahpek&lt;/em&gt; walked in, I wanted to laugh so bad. I bet they were disappointed that the R21 movie we were watching wasn't exactly R-rated. Mofotofu kept laughing about Anne Frank (watch the movie to get what I'm saying) but while I found it funny, I didn't think it was THAT funny. He laughed so loudly in the cinema; I think he has a warped sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having supper (?) outside VivoCity along the shores with the wind in the face was love. Catching the skytrain to Sentosa at 945pm sounds insane but it was so much fun. Sentosa was so peaceful and quiet that night since it was a weekday and that was love too. We had the trams to ourselves and mofotofu just had to think about Borat, tsk. Took trams from one end of Sentosa to the other just for the fun of it. Listening to the sound of the wave crashing with the seabreeze blowing in the face was nice too. I wish the tram rides could have last forever because it was so comfortable that I wanted to fall asleep (!?) haha. Oh and it's also because the night trams are so high that I can swing my legs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still recuperating from the 2 consecutive nights of fun. I was totally GG-ed at Woodlands Library yesterday that I had to abandon all thoughts of mugging and head home to bed. Exams are up tomorrow and I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I have 3 stalkerxzxzxz (:&lt;br /&gt;PP/S: Ivan, YOU DA BOMB :D&lt;br /&gt;PPP/S: I just changed the layout. Been meaning to for a while now but didn't see any that I really really liked. So this is it for now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8657950015233655628?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8657950015233655628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8657950015233655628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8657950015233655628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8657950015233655628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-anne-frank_08.html' title='Of Anne Frank.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-726561199922548901</id><published>2007-02-07T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:28:49.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Baz Luhrmann&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I  will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You're not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can.. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time it's 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-726561199922548901?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/726561199922548901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=726561199922548901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/726561199922548901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/726561199922548901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/02/baz-luhrmann-everybodys-free-to-wear.html' title='Baz Luhrmann - Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-7431040983241639721</id><published>2007-01-27T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:37:49.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How bad is your temper according to your horoscope.</title><content type='html'>So since Smelly Starfish &amp; Nancy did this, I was feeling bored and decided to take a look at mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gemini: 21st May - 29th June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How bad is your temper according to your horoscope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are recognised by your cheerful disposition and your jovial nature is easily susceptible to anger. In fact, you are the best person to have around when there is an ugly scene at a party you can bring the warring factions together quite diplomatically. But when you lose cool, you yell and scream and will not listen to reason. You must have the last word in a wordy duel. Your capacity to argue aggressively is matched only by your seductive charm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the year's review for my horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love life looks set to flourish in the year ahead, so leave misunderstandings in the past and take a positive approach. However, the time has not yet come to show your hand or put someone under pressure. If you relax and put your trust in fate, a recent problem will resolve itself of its own accord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. It sounds scary to me though haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-7431040983241639721?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7431040983241639721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=7431040983241639721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7431040983241639721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7431040983241639721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-bad-is-your-temper-according-to.html' title='How bad is your temper according to your horoscope.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3229043998683313535</id><published>2007-01-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:39:38.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Smelly Starfish .</title><content type='html'>Dear Wacky Starfish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised to see an additional post in my blog. By my dear wacky starfish. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for being so encouraging. Thanks for being so kind to me. Thanks for eating our favourite mushroom cheese sandwiches with me. Billions and billions of more thanks that are kept in my heart silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am a sunshine in the group or not. I don't know if I can cheer the group up when everyone feels stressed and feels like keeling over and die or not. I don't know if I matters to the group or not. But I certainly know that I will always be in your heart. Once again, thanks a &lt;s&gt;billion&lt;/s&gt; zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has told me how much they like my smile. (or maybe there's one. whom said i had a beautiful smile. *SMILE) No one has told me how much my smile matters to them. No one has told me how much my happiness matters to them. But you did. Thanks for making me feel important and worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only our mushroom cheese sandwiches are free everyday, we will have endless mere minutes to spare for each other. And I am glad we did have private time on tuesday to have a small talk while purchasing our sandwiches. It's you who make the sandwich tasted nicer, do you know that? And all your 'HEHEHE' makes me smile too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I too feel that we have reached the stage whereby words are not necessary to tell how much we care for each other. Because deep down in our heart, we know that we have a delicate yet strong friendship. If you know what I mean. (: I am bad in words, you always know that. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Thats all for my wacky starfish. I do &lt;s&gt;hope&lt;/s&gt; want you to have the best thing. Be happy and have the 'HEHEHE' in your smile always. *HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Smelly Starfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3229043998683313535?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3229043998683313535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3229043998683313535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3229043998683313535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3229043998683313535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-smelly-starfish.html' title='From Smelly Starfish .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4660269728137884518</id><published>2007-01-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:16:14.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of quitting school .</title><content type='html'>Cedric says:&lt;br /&gt;we quit sch tgt want anot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarzan (: says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the jungle eating my dinner now.. Cool uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4660269728137884518?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4660269728137884518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4660269728137884518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4660269728137884518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4660269728137884518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-quitting-school.html' title='Of quitting school .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5205178734111959447</id><published>2007-01-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:37:11.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You da Bomb!</title><content type='html'>Jennifer said:&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo u. Pls. save money! Wait old age no money. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, that cracked me up, haha. It has been a whoopass day, I've been talking in weird slangs, laughing at small jokes that only I find funny &amp; whatnots. Furthermore, I've just secured 3 dates for the coming week, hello mama. Hopefully I follow them through and not just leave those poor dears hanging in mid-air because I can't commit at the very last minute. I will try my best this time round, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Mini Speech tmr, horrors! I have thus decided to sell Oliver's holiday plans for him in the hope that I have more stuffs to talk about then during the mock Mini Speech the other day. Seriously, I will just die if what happened that day happens again tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedric says:&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think it is very dangerous going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!? whaaat! I tell you, it's the safest because even if I DO get lost, I dare to ask for directions! I wanna go Pengerang (heaven knows where!) &amp;amp; St John's Island &amp; Kusu Island and I don't know where else maaaan. I was just telling him I wanna go Haw Par Villa too and he told me to shuddup and start studying haha. He's going to be a nagging machine till after the exams are over and done with :D so nice right? I mean, who else has a personal nagging machine!? I am indeed blessed to have a friend like him, lol. You da Bomb, hamster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I am going to go out with the bitch again tmr! I. Simply. Cannot. Wait! Days with her have been absolutely insane. Pulau Ubin, bum boats, coconut juice, Giordano and rainy days are never going to be the same anymore because of her! I love YOU, babe! You da Bomb! Let's sneak behind other people again and use their umbrellas instead of bringing our own ones (: life's good because of you and you are very muchly loved by twodollah-, onedollah-! My fellow toilet cleaner superwoman :D Haha I love all the inside jokes we have and the mad laughters that ensue each time we go out! Okays, enough otherwise I'm going to have an entire blog page just on YOU! But even then, it's gg to be worth every single space and attention. Oh &amp;amp; you just reminded me.. SOUL SISTERSSSS! PEACE OUTTT(BIMBS!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just about to die! I'm attempting these 3 mock test papers that Sukuna posted on MEL for us and holy shizz, I can only do like what!? 3 out of 30 questions? Simply fiddle-tastic! The brother attempted to cook lunch for me today and it turned out.. Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, edible. Just that I had to clean up all the mess. Everything spilled over because he switched the fire to BIG then he didn't dare to turn it to SMALL when everything started spilling over. AND THEN, I don't know how, but that super mama managed to break the glass lid of our pot. Fiddle-tastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Junwei is very mean, I think he secretly likes me (: RED-HOT WOOO. Hahaha but he is da Bomb too! He helped me carry all my materials during material-shopping day last week and yes for that, I am very much indebted to him. He was Mr Maria (as he called himself) and I said that he should be happy because I promoted him from Mr Slackkkkkk to Mr Maria and filled his day with purpose :D Thanks ah, I know who to call the next time I go shopping! Oh &amp;amp; he is super nice because.. He helped me look for all my library books at the library! O.O seriously, I am damn touched because I wanted to give up looking for books on measurement. Hahaha, thanks! I treat you eat hokkien mee at my place next time ok? And you can relive your "Bukit Timah hao gao ahhhh" days :D You are muchly loved too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm gg to go wash up and get ready for bed! Brand new week's coming up, I hope it'll be good. Oh, I cannot use "hope" because then, Elizabeth will say "Man man deng!" I KNOW the new week's going to be better than the last! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5205178734111959447?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5205178734111959447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5205178734111959447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5205178734111959447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5205178734111959447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-english.html' title='You da Bomb!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5386803447339907144</id><published>2007-01-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:05:55.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback - Why Don't You &amp; I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why Don't You &amp; I? - Nickelback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the moment I spotted you&lt;br /&gt;Like walking around with little wings on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's filled with the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing round from cloud to cloud&lt;br /&gt;I'd got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down&lt;br /&gt;If I'd said I didn't like it then you'd know I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that everything I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say, why don't you and I&lt;br /&gt;Get together and take on the world and be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will, tails we'll try again&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say, why don't you and I&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's this fever going to break?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've handled more than any man can take&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a love-sick puppy chasing you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing round from cloud to cloud&lt;br /&gt;I got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down&lt;br /&gt;If I'd said I didn't like it then you'd know I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that everything I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say, why don't you and I&lt;br /&gt;Get together and take on the world and be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will, tails we'll try again&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say, why don't you and I&lt;br /&gt;Get together and fly to the moon and straight on to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I begin to realise&lt;br /&gt;This is never going to end&lt;br /&gt;Right about the same time you walk by&lt;br /&gt;And I say "Oh here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5386803447339907144?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5386803447339907144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5386803447339907144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5386803447339907144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5386803447339907144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/nickelback-why-dont-you-i.html' title='Nickelback - Why Don&apos;t You &amp; I?'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5020688471251603041</id><published>2007-01-10T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:44:49.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of La Mancha - The Impossible Dream .</title><content type='html'>You know you've been staying out too much when you come home in the evening and your dad asks you if you are going to be home for dinner tonight or if you are going to go out after putting your stuffs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a total whack this week, I love the moments I spent in school this week with my mates and not having to rush through assignments after assignments because most submissions are already over (: life can't be any better at the moment and I hope this is the way 2007 is going to be. They say that the way you spend New Year's Eve is the way your new year is going to be so I hope that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was nerve-wrecking because of field supervision but I'm glad I'm in God's favor, so thank God for that (: friends have been totally dope and really encouraging and fun in school, i love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to dope as well; going to head over to Pulau Ubin for coconut juice with the bitch and who knows what's going to happen after? But I'm sure it's going to be an insane day out with her (LWY!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone stays happy because I love all my friends &lt;em&gt;many many&lt;/em&gt;. I may not be the best at comforting or giving advice, I may not always be there to lend a shoulder but nonetheless, I hope everyone's going to stay happy and crazy always (: find the inner-child in you and live that life that you've always wanted to. Don't let appearances and whatnots hinder you from having fun, kids (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Man of La Mancha - The Impossible Dream&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To dream the impossible dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fight the unbeatable foe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To bear with unbearable sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to run where the brave dare not go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To right the unrightable wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to love pure and chaste from afar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To try when your arms are too weary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reach the unreachable star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my quest, to follow that star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how hopeless, no matter how far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fight for the right, without question or pause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be willing to march into Hell, for that Heavenly cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That my heart will lie peaceful and calm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm laid to rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the world will be better for this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That one man, scorned and covered with scars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still strove, with his last ounce of courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To reach the unreachable, the unreachable,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The unreachable star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll always dream the impossible dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, and I'll reach the unreachable star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5020688471251603041?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5020688471251603041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5020688471251603041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5020688471251603041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5020688471251603041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-of-la-mancha-impossible-dream.html' title='Man of La Mancha - The Impossible Dream .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-982706714213460796</id><published>2007-01-04T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:47:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post for The New Year</title><content type='html'>Holla mon cheries. I'm finally back and it's already the new year. Everything's feeling really surreal as of the moment; I can't believe that it's the New Year and I can't believe that I'm back home now. It was fun while it lasted but I'm happy to be back. I ushered the new year in with no bang but still, it was a total whack getting to celebrate the new year somewhere else. Like any other years, I've not set any resolutions because I believe that resolutions are like ornaments; you set them during the new year and after a while, you'll chuck it all aside. '06 has been pretty dope and I've enjoyed every single minute of it, through the good and bad. But I still hope that '07 will bring better stuffs for me and hopefully everything will be smooth-sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a #$%^&amp; night, what with having to rush out assignments after assignments and waiting around for everyone to finish their part and sent it to me. Even then, I must say last night was probably one of the best nights in the new year and for that, I am glad :) I wish I could do that more often, not the rushing of assignments but the other stuffs :D while I was being walked home, I slipped and fell and while it hurt a whole lot at the exact moment, I think it was hilarious after that - minus the small cut on my kneecap that is. Walking along at night, splashing in the puddles, collecting rainwater in my cupped hands was dope - my next ideal way of destressing after the beach &amp;amp; Esplanade. And I'm sorry I dirtied your jacket in the process, Kampong Boy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I told Sadiq about it, he reckoned that I am always like that. ?!, whaaat. And Kampong Boy said that he always misses out on lotsa stuffs because I always lose my train of thought and when that happens, more often than not, you can safely say that thought is gone for good. Frankly speaking, I think I'm THAT bad. I'm just too scatterbrained for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mum reckons that I'm mad because&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate it when someone elses lies on my bed. To me, that's my own private spot and sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate it even more when anyone who hasn't washed up sits on my bed. I don't even crawl onto my bed unless I've washed up. So yes, I get supremely pissed when someone who hasn't washed up yet crawls onto my bed and lies there. Vince has been yelled at countless times now because of that.&lt;br /&gt;3) When I get on the car, I have to lock all the doors otherwise I will feel very very vulnerable and I will be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;4) I do not like it when someone, anyone lies on my shoulder. I just do not like it even though I may not say so.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have a cellphone but my cellphone is on silent mode 24/7. My mum reckons that I would do better without it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm outta here. Have a shitload of assignments to finish up, pffft ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-982706714213460796?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/982706714213460796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=982706714213460796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/982706714213460796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/982706714213460796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2007/01/holla-mon-cheries.html' title='New Post for The New Year'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4669338706117522047</id><published>2006-12-21T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:21:21.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity &amp; Beyond!</title><content type='html'>Why, hello there now. It's been a long time since I was last in here blogging but well, you see my laptop is still down (yes, I know I'm such a bummer) and it's been a mad busy period trying to clear as much assignments as I can before I leave on Friday night/Saturday morning. My room's still in a mess, my notes are yet to be filed. And just this morning, at an unearthly hour of 3am, I woke up thinking, "Holy shit! It's just 4 days to Christmas! Time is passing so #$%^-ly fast." and in a way, it's scary. Time seems to have been sneaking around behind our back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I caught Happy Feet and Open Season with the family over the week. They weren't exactly that great; we came out asking each other, "Hey! Did you have a good nap inside? I sure did!" I WANNA WATCH ERAGON AND NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, that's beside the point. Anyways, I gotta sign off now and finish up some more work before my dad comes home and brings me shopping :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4669338706117522047?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4669338706117522047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4669338706117522047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4669338706117522047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4669338706117522047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-infinity-beyond.html' title='To Infinity &amp; Beyond!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1352888062965395409</id><published>2006-12-04T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:23:40.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cheese &amp; Mushrooms.</title><content type='html'>Laura loves Cheese &amp; Mushroom Prata. She thinks they are heaven-sent &amp;amp; they sure are the dopest! Cheese &amp; Mushroom Prata is love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow, bitch! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1352888062965395409?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1352888062965395409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1352888062965395409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1352888062965395409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1352888062965395409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-cheese-mushrooms.html' title='Of Cheese &amp; Mushrooms.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5577962740376712034</id><published>2006-11-26T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:24:41.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doki Doki Waku Waku</title><content type='html'>In retrospect, having the laptop die on me has done me much good. At first, I thought I would just die since I depended heavily on my laptop for entertainment everyday/night. But then, with the laptop now dysfunctional, I have been leading a &lt;em&gt;kampong&lt;/em&gt; life. I sleep really early every night and I wake up really early too. On somedays, I even spend the entire day sleeping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point. CEDRIC PHANG is living the true &lt;em&gt;kampong&lt;/em&gt; life now in some &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; parts in M'sia. I don't know why, but somehow it struck me as really funny because he is this guy who is really tech-savvy and stuffs (not that he knows what he is talking about when it comes to technology but just that he relies ALOT on technology). It was even funnier when he started lamenting about how he can't even switch the bloody TV on. I mean, how &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; can that get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitch has finally finished her A'levels and I bet she's having fun now with her Indian bf (inside joke). Roti prata-ing on Thursday morning, twinno. LWY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and his parents were over for Thanksgiving last night with another of my mum's friend. Instead of turkey, we had roast beef? Hahaha. But good food, good company makes it double the fun. But before the night was over, I was out on the front porch ready to keel over and crash. I was THAT tired. Maybe the morning's vigorous scrubbing of the house did it for me, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm just about done here. &lt;em&gt;Kampong&lt;/em&gt; life doesn't emcompass blogging and I am very much trying to lead a &lt;em&gt;kampong&lt;/em&gt; life until I decide to stop being fat and lazy and get my laptop fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, just hold on. It's another 3 (or is it 2?) weeks till the Christmas hols! And then, I will be gone till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5577962740376712034?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5577962740376712034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5577962740376712034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5577962740376712034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5577962740376712034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/doki-doki-waku-waku.html' title='Doki Doki Waku Waku'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1342000465574797777</id><published>2006-11-18T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:51:36.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soliloquy .</title><content type='html'>Lack of updates but I have my own reasons. My laptop has officially crashed on me and I have lost my recovery disk, pffft ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then, I have to sneak around and use the house's desktops when the brothers aren't gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gg to head out in a while so maybe this is it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1342000465574797777?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1342000465574797777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1342000465574797777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1342000465574797777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1342000465574797777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/soliloquy.html' title='Soliloquy .'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2331483108974136516</id><published>2006-11-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:59:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shissou</title><content type='html'>I love my group of friends. (: They are my one sanity amidst everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to those babes, you know who you are. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2331483108974136516?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2331483108974136516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2331483108974136516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2331483108974136516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2331483108974136516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/shissou.html' title='Shissou'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3166642013534335054</id><published>2006-11-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:03:15.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYHO LET'S GO!</title><content type='html'>So the dad's out of the country again and he has promised to buy Davidoff back for me. I kept laughing at the airport this morning because somehow, everything seemed so hilarious. At first, we were at Coffee Beans and Emma got a Pure Chocolate in Kids size and the guy wrote "PC(K)". Somehow, that made me laugh. When the drink came, it was in this small cup and I laughed even harder. Like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my room's in a total mess. It's been a crazy 3 weeks since school started and I just dump everything around when I get home from school. The bed, that's for friends when they stay over, is strewn with books, bags, files, belts, soft toys and whatnots. I don't even know what the bedsheet is like (okays, exaggeration but you get the gist). Need is fighting a losing battle to procrastination. &lt;em&gt;"I need to pack my room now....... Oh, look. -Insert TV program- is on!" "I need to pack my room now........ OH YEAH. SCHOOL RUMBLE IS WAITING FOR ME."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly vow to pack my room this coming weekend and if I don't, may the vending machine run out of sandwiches for me to devour. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; heavier note, I have to do lessons with the kids tomorrow morning. I hope I don't screw up and that the kids will be nice and compromising. And I have this class test that I have to do and bring to class tomorrow but I have hence decided to be fat and lazy and not do anything about it. May God save my skin tomorrow during lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the motto/quote for Sundays shall be &lt;em&gt;HEYHO LET'S GO!&lt;/em&gt; because it is perfectly apt for the Eve of Childcare days. I hope my bus doesn't break down tomorrow like it did last Monday. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material Girls this week, my one and only motivation (at the moment) for the week! Oh, or maybe not. There's the girls, the sandwich (I am starting to love wholemeal breads), and.... Oh then again, it's even week this week which means I have long days EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, my thoughts are getting disjointed which means, IT'S BEDTIME FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiongxiong:&lt;/em&gt; Cheer up, dear! It may seem sucky and you may be dreading it every weekend but you have to learn to enjoy it otherwise it is going to seem very long. You are going to POP soon so hold on to that thought and survive through it all because I know you can do it yes? I am sorry that I was unable to cheer you up because I didn't know how to. But I really tried my best. Be brave now and chin up, dear boy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3166642013534335054?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3166642013534335054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3166642013534335054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3166642013534335054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3166642013534335054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/heyho-lets-go.html' title='HEYHO LET&apos;S GO!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2643942375408268180</id><published>2006-11-05T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:58:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasey Chambers - Not Pretty Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not Pretty Enough - Kasey Chambers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me&lt;br /&gt;I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break&lt;br /&gt;I crave, I love, I've waited long enough&lt;br /&gt;I try as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real&lt;br /&gt;I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I stand, I take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;I try as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/D4I34IBY/Kasey_Chambers___Not_Pretty_Enough.mp3.html"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2643942375408268180?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2643942375408268180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2643942375408268180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2643942375408268180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2643942375408268180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/kasey-chambers-not-pretty-enough.html' title='Kasey Chambers - Not Pretty Enough'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1734909039300925674</id><published>2006-11-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:02:03.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yume no Tsubasa</title><content type='html'>The days have felt very long but looking back at the past week, I realised it has actually passed in a flash and I think it sounds so ironical; to be long yet fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITA is getting more and more confusing and I swear the teacher doesn't know shit about the module. Sometimes, I think that we are better off sitting there and playing our own games online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Yixin's house after school to do our ITA project. I love sitting at her balcony because of the scenery and sea-scape that's spread out right in front of me. If she were to ever sell her house, I would get my dad to snap it up first! Meehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched TV while eating our dinner (tea to me) and first, we watched The Snow Queen and then Bleach. Just as we were getting settled to do work, Globe Trekker came on and we watched that as well. And after that, when we were about to start work, The Naked Chef came on, like ZOMG! I totally dig his shows, I tell you! So we watched that as well. And in the end, I went off at 830pm with only a TV done and that wasn't much too because we google-d for the TV. So in short, we had fun slacking at her house and finishing all the food at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what always happen when I go to Yixin's place. I am always eating up all her food and she feels happy too because then, she can get her dad to buy new stuffs. So all's well that ends well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the boys outside Sam's place and we took a train down to Plaza Singapura. I don't know why but I didn't feel exactly comfortable in front of his friend though he bought me drinks. Hahaha. Get Kexin to come next time! Lols. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then his friend left and we went walking till we found ourselves at Fort Canning. (; We talked about so many stuffs, about how his father always takes photographs of us but somehow, we will never see those photos again, about our lives lately and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home alone with the music plugged in late in the middle of the night made me thought about a lot of stuffs. But that's beside the point. Maybe I'm just starting to feel old and need a lot of reflection time. Jacob always tease me about reflection time in the morning outside our lecture theater but he's an emo boy by himself (inside joke), lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a few shout out to some people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWINNO!&lt;/strong&gt; Hey baby, mug hard yo. Going to see you soon, love. Don't worry, I am aight. You made my day with that SMS. LWY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAla:&lt;/strong&gt; Come home soon? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Get well soon, baby! Loves loves! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon:&lt;/strong&gt; Ehh, I forgot we were supposed to go dinnering. ): Erm, next weekend? Lols. My bad, yo. I will call Annie soon and I hope your first week at work was fun! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilipops:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you are feeling better now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smelly Starfish:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't think too much, baby. Sometimes, it is because we are thinking too much that makes things so much worse. It will turn out fine at the end, you will see. In the meanwhile, hold on tight and don't let go. But whatever you choose to do, please don't regret it at the end because that's the part that sucks the most. Love you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVERGIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; ilu*! "How do I live, without you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sang Hyun:&lt;/strong&gt; ANNYEONG HASEYO! Ey, can you like please top up your handphone?! Your handphone credit is like always zilch! Please top it up yourself this time and stop waiting for people to help you do it? I tried calling you yesterday and I almost nearly screamed down the phone because I got the stupid operator. Pffft! Remember to top up your handphone soon! GAMSA HAMIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiongxiong:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey dear, get your ample rest over this weekend, hear? But have a good time since you are finally out after 2 weeks. :) And HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUR DAD! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chaolun:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY YOU! Have a good match this afternoon! Sorry I can't go down and watch you because I have to go for my kids' graduation concert this afternoon. Shoot some goals yo! Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEDRIC PHANG!&lt;/strong&gt; Wake up now! Hahaha. I want to ask you something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1734909039300925674?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1734909039300925674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1734909039300925674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1734909039300925674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1734909039300925674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/yume-no-tsubasa.html' title='Yume no Tsubasa'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8306900850647901772</id><published>2006-11-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:46:21.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas - Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Speechless - The Veronicas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I have always known you&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I dreamt about you&lt;br /&gt;All those endless nights I was alone&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it was worthed&lt;br /&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;But with you, it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you leave me speechless when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathess the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You manage to disarm me, my soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but surrender my everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could resist you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you were different from what I've known&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see you coming&lt;br /&gt;You took me by surprise and&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploading.com/files/3ZCTCV7V/The_Veronicas___Speechless.mp3.html"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How perfectly apposite for right now. It totally speaks volume except for well, some parts which just ain't me. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8306900850647901772?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8306900850647901772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8306900850647901772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8306900850647901772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8306900850647901772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/veronicas-speechless.html' title='The Veronicas - Speechless'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2423961658430820594</id><published>2006-11-02T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:40:30.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NA NA IRO</title><content type='html'>I'm better, friends around me have shown me how other things doesn't matter when I have 'em rooting and supporting me all the way.. Even when I am being an uber bitch and PMS-ing in front of them. It's people like them who make your day and let you know that they are there whenever you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with Gladys and Smelly Starfish these few days have been a healing process. In the process of talking to them about their relationships and problems, it allowed me to dig further in me to find out things that I had in me but never had the courage of admitting it. It made me think twice about my own problems and I can now see a bigger and clearer picture (sort of). It's good to know that there's people who agrees with what I say and wants to learn from me. Meehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the beach in the rain today was therapeutic as well. It sounds very emo and I was just laughing at a guy who was doing that when barely half an hour later, I was doing the exact same thing too. Standing at the railings watching the big wide ocean in a misty setting with the rain and wind lashing on your face was dope. I could have stood there forever, never mind about the cold. The cold is secondary, the healing is primary. Sometimes, I feel like crying whenever I'm near the sea because it seemed melancholy, like the sea is full of sorrow and stuffs. And I think about sailors who are on sea and far away from their home and family. Maybe I'm just thinking far too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that I am strong, emotionally, mentally and physically. But most of the time, I think that I am very weak. Do I know myself better or do the people around me know me better? I have no answer to that. Sometimes, it scares me to know how vulnerable I am because when I trust, I trust completely. Maybe I'm just a big fool at the end of the day. Or then again, maybe those people have never seen me when I was at my weakest. When I am weak, I crumple totally.. To the point that I cannot function at all and I mope around the entire day, making myself feel worse. And then I will keep wanting to go the beach and I will never go in the end because I know that if I did, I would have gave way completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's on the mend and Laura is going to be back stronger and better than before. Isn't that what experience is all about? To make one stronger and better? So there, I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that the sandwich vending machine at Block I-don't-know-what is to-die-for? I am so in love with the mushroom cheese sandwich that I have vowed to have one everyday. :D It is so good that just yesterday, I had to make 2 trips to the machine just to settle my craving but not quite. Because I kept wanting to have more. Meehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's day out with the girls was fun. We had a picnic and stuffed ourselves silly. I love Gladys' maid because she makes good fried rice. I had the best fun showering with them. Meehee, I know Jasmine will attest to that because somehow, both of us love that part of the outing most. It's like a secret (not exactly a secret anymore, though) cheap thrill of ours and the part that we look forward to most. We always have to bathe twice just for the kick of it and rubbing each other's back is seriously very &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;. I could have done that the entire day. I swear that if the shower area was anywhere near us in normal circumstances, we would have gone there to shower the entire day for everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip home was yet another listless journey with Gladys talking to me about alot of stuffs. Things that I do not really want to believe in because even though she was trying to cheer me up, it might make things worse at the end because of all the disappointments. And I know she was only trying to make me feel happy and saying things that I wanted to hear. Thanks, dear. :) But maybe time will tell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I walked past the field and I saw the Sports &amp; Wellness class. The only person who was laughing and smiling throughout the whole training was Shafiq (is that how his name is spelt?). I stopped by just to watch him play, all the while thinking about how someone could ever be so happy and in a careless sort of way. And feeling that I needed some of his infectious happiness to rub onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-note: The girls were ........ . They were the "EII! So muddy." and other what have you sort of girls. And the way they held the balls were -.-" . It was as though the balls had shit on them or something. I love my Thunder team the best because the girls were tough. We were all for the game and I bet we were one of the best! :D I will not forget how Hazmi was always so gay and funny, how Zep and Daryl always gayed around together and the outing that our group had. ;) Thunder team, OOOSHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm off to bath (yes, again) because I just realised I've had the heater switched on for an hour plus now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2423961658430820594?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2423961658430820594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2423961658430820594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2423961658430820594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2423961658430820594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/11/na-na-iro.html' title='NA NA IRO'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4709250889155708415</id><published>2006-10-31T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:49:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirii Daisuke - Itsumo Gawa ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Itsumo Gawa ni - Kirii Daisuke&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, I will always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your sad thoughts quietly, I'm always listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you struggle to express yourself, and it troubles you&lt;br /&gt;Then close your eyes and gently entrust me, I will embrace you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the passing seasons, there's only on thing for certain in my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is to protect you, then there is nothing to regret&lt;br /&gt;I will take any pain in your stead&lt;br /&gt;I will always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I understand that I haven't realized your feelings&lt;br /&gt;I want to do everything within my power for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always fall in step with you&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll continue to have these unchanging thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you so that this warmth won't ever disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'll wipe away the tears that fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! This is one of my favourite songs at the moment. It's really really nice! I &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; loving it every single bit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4709250889155708415?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4709250889155708415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4709250889155708415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4709250889155708415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4709250889155708415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/kirii-daisuke-itsumo-gawa-ni.html' title='Kirii Daisuke - Itsumo Gawa ni'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3081674165430442518</id><published>2006-10-31T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:48:40.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Arms.</title><content type='html'>I'm a total wreck at this very minute. I've not had a bite since yesterday afternoon and frankly, I have no appetite to eat. I don't even have the mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. I need to sleep, I have to sleep. It's the only way out. But even sleep has been denied to me. Then again, who says that sleep stops one from thinking too much? Because I doubt that is the case. I can't even get to sleep, for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best solution that I can think of right now is the sea. I wanna go there and scream or cry or anything. The only place I can think of is Labrador Park because it is such a beautiful place that I couldn't bear to go. I love the feel of the sea breeze and the crashing of the waves, it's all therapeutic. But even thinking about that place makes me wanna cry because it is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me crazy as of now, because I sincerely think I am crazy. I mean, just the thought of a park can even make me all emotional because it seems so near yet so far. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm doing it all wrong, maybe I'm just not ready for this. Or maybe I am not sure of what to do and I am screwing everything up. Or maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the player's going against me and playing all the sappy love songs, like right now, it is playing Magic Moments by Perry Como which is a very beautiful piece in its own right. But it is not apt for now because it makes things feel so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Mr Halloween, can you please come knocking on my door and present me with your steal. And you know what I want, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are going trick-or-treating tonight and even though it is a very fun and happy occasion, I really can't seem to get my spirits up. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3081674165430442518?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3081674165430442518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3081674165430442518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3081674165430442518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3081674165430442518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-arms_31.html' title='Open Arms.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-32638863763346812</id><published>2006-10-30T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:38:14.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purest of Pain.</title><content type='html'>It's been an emotional day, so emotional that I doubt it can get any worse. The only thing I feel like doing right now is to whine, scream, cry or anything else that can get me out of this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sea-therapy is apt right now. The sea has this magical way with me. I always feel so much better when I'm near the sea than anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I tried to play my piano to release all the tension and my mum commented that my pieces were either melancholy and only played in half. ): Somehow, I guess I've outgrown the age where my piano is my best friend. It used to help me so much because the fluidity soothes my nerves but nowadays, that's no longer the case. I much prefer the sea, if any of you would like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think today is Monday at it bluest state. So much for undoing a gloomy Sunday night only to have step into a Monday night that's so much worse than Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to cry, just right about.. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-32638863763346812?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/32638863763346812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=32638863763346812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/32638863763346812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/32638863763346812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/purest-of-pain.html' title='Purest of Pain.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3892035697790814564</id><published>2006-10-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:26:01.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta Goodrem - Born to Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Born to Try - Delta Goodrem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Going by the rules that I've been taught&lt;br /&gt;More understanding of what's around me&lt;br /&gt;And protected from the walls of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in talking of what should have been&lt;br /&gt;And regretting the things that went on&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of mistakes, destinies and fate&lt;br /&gt;Remove the clouds, look at the bigger picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3892035697790814564?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3892035697790814564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3892035697790814564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3892035697790814564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3892035697790814564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/delta-goodrem-born-to-try.html' title='Delta Goodrem - Born to Try'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8583041923086427962</id><published>2006-10-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:42:41.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Ben</title><content type='html'>To Ah Ben, my "old flame",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the day's over, happy happy 19th once again, dear boy. :) You've been a sweet to me and I will never forget the times you entertained me when I was feeling all emo back in Shanghai and keeping me company till the wee hours of the night. Our Hyatt dream will be fulfilled sooner or later, I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, dear. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8583041923086427962?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8583041923086427962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8583041923086427962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8583041923086427962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8583041923086427962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah-ben.html' title='Ah Ben'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2777415139088379608</id><published>2006-10-29T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:25:44.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Fire to The Third Bar.</title><content type='html'>I've noticed this disturbing pattern happen every 2nd semester in my poly years (not that I've been through alot of that; it's only my 2nd 2nd semester). When it comes to the 3rd week of the 2nd semester, I get all sorts of funny feelings because.. It is the time of the semester again. ): The time to start childcare again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very beginning, it seemed a very interesting notion; to go to childcare and look at all those kids and think, "Ah, this is life. So much better than having to attend shitass boring lectures/tutorials." But then, at the end of it, I much prefer having to sit through boring lectures/tutorials than to go to childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shouldn't dwell too much on it since I am starting childcare tomorrow and I should get my spirits up instead of down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just as we were going out for dinner, my mum was like, "Hey, isn't it about time that you start looking for a boyfriend?" But I don't want to, at least not for now. Because I am very much enjoying time spent with my friends in school and I do not think that I would want to split my time up like some of them do, and miss out on all the actions. Like you know, sometimes we have an outing planned but one of them cannot make it because, "I have to accompany my boyfriend today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, maybe the feeling isn't right? I remember someone asking me why didn't I have a boyfriend yet and I answered that the feeling wasn't right and thereafter, he asked me what that feeling was (I even remembered where we held that conversation: at the junction of Clementi Road and Commonwealth Road, walking to Singapore Yacht Club to catch the sunrise; but that's beside the point). The feeling. How am I supposed to answer that question when I haven't found the right feeling? The answer will/might come in time when the time is right, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people says, "I won't neglect my friends when I have a boyfriend/girlfriend." But don't we all know better? They will start drifting away unconsciously at first until suddenly you don't even realise that they are not there anymore because it has pretty much become a habit not to see her/him there. And I know for me, it's going to be so much worse because I need to be physically close, I just can't do if that person is miles away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I shall go to bed now and be all emo about childcare tomorrow. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2777415139088379608?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2777415139088379608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2777415139088379608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2777415139088379608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2777415139088379608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/set-fire-to-third-bar.html' title='Set Fire to The Third Bar.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1640717359338394177</id><published>2006-10-29T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:58:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascal Flatts - What Hurts The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then, and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing it&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Still harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am feeling all emo and the likes, but that I like this song. :) It is not in reference to anything. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childcare tomorrow. Dreading it. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's calling. Be back in a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1640717359338394177?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1640717359338394177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1640717359338394177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1640717359338394177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1640717359338394177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/rascal-flatts-what-hurts-most.html' title='Rascal Flatts - What Hurts The Most'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-3172746146424885135</id><published>2006-10-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T19:22:31.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice-Cream Calleth.</title><content type='html'>I wonder who said that it gets easier with practice because frankly, I beg to defer. It doesn't get better with practice, at least with me. It's like the more I practice my Diploma pieces, the worse I become because my fingers get so used to the notes that's coming next that they trip over each other. And somehow, I can't seem to be able to stop that from happening. It always sounds better if I play the piece after a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is it the same with everyone? I bet if anyone hears me play my piece now, they would not believe that I am taking my Diploma in Piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need toys-department therapy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's waste time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing cars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around our heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need your grace to remind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today doesn't feel like Friday, not even a teeny bit. It feels like mid-week and it makes everything so much worse because you feel doubly tired and you feel like you are walking around in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school has been love because of those who made it so. Yesterday we had the longest break ever and we just sat in the canteen eating junks and having Guess-The-Song games. It was so much fun that I wondered why didn't I thought of the game earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the field after school and started splashing around in the mud and rain. I counted how many steps it took to go from one end to the other and ran after imaginary grasshoppers. You might think it sounds pathetic and very no-life but I assure you it was very fun. Maybe that's what they meant by "You are easily amused. :)" And after that, I walked home bare-footed and continued splashing in the water puddles on the road. I think I have this special connection with water. I love water - rain, water puddles, the sea and the likes. I cannot help but sloosh in every water puddle I see. I guess no one will be able to understand that, just as how no one can really understand why I love taking long bus rides by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a book from the school's library. The book's total ace, I tell you. I am so in love with the photos in it that I have a mind to "kidnap" the book. But since I borrowed it in Jasmine's account, I obviously can't do that and of course, I am a good student. *smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired. So that's just about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I ever was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're all I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just know that these things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will never change for us at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edited]&lt;/strong&gt; So I just checked my mail and I got this email that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello all, need your help! I will be at the Conventional Hall at 12pm. Please please help by donating blood.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I need your blood'............ Ha ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. ?!?!??! I thought that was pretty gay. Especially when it's coming from Mr Oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-3172746146424885135?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3172746146424885135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=3172746146424885135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3172746146424885135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/3172746146424885135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ice-cream-calleth.html' title='The Ice-Cream Calleth.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-8704718670593450030</id><published>2006-10-21T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:46:13.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori Amos - Operation Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Operation Peter Pan - Tori Amos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola, Rojo, morning to you&lt;br /&gt;You always helped me chase demons away&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'll do without you&lt;br /&gt;So Pan is the name of the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to the right&lt;br /&gt;Straight on till morning&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Second to the right&lt;br /&gt;Straight on till morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola, tick-tock&lt;br /&gt;My time is up&lt;br /&gt;Pedro says&lt;br /&gt;I will forget him in days&lt;br /&gt;In my new life, no room for a lost boy&lt;br /&gt;Boys can be so dumb sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to the right&lt;br /&gt;Straight on till morning&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Second to the right&lt;br /&gt;Straight on till morning&lt;br /&gt;Straight on till morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Pedro for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-8704718670593450030?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8704718670593450030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=8704718670593450030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8704718670593450030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/8704718670593450030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/tori-amos-operation-peter-pan.html' title='Tori Amos - Operation Peter Pan'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1316691187367277306</id><published>2006-10-20T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:38:12.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsumo Gawa ni</title><content type='html'>Life has been &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; as of late; to speak the truth, I'm still pretty much in a holiday mood. Fact being, the first week of skl has seen 2 days without skl while the remaining 3 days saw lessons being finished in a matter of half an hour. And just yesterday, I was just about to text Junwei to tell him I would meet him for a late lunch when it dawned on me that, "Shit! I've skl. Pffft!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a day of last minute slacking, waking up late just for the kick of it and keeping myself planted in front of the computer. Tuesday was a shitass day from which I came home crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was dope and by the time I got off school, I was all like, "I thought this day would never end! And now that the lessons are over and done with, I'm starting to wonder how did I ever manage to survive yesterday (Tuesday)!" Wednesday also saw the girls (&amp; guys) heading down to town for some sushi-loving. We went off in 3 cabs and we had seating arrangements to accomplish our Mission Possible. Sushi-loving was fun initially until some f-ed up waitress spoilt it all for us. I made 2 startling discoveries and learnt a new thumb game that day. I even got a free cabride home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, which was yesterday, was sun-loving day. The remaining 3 of the Psychedelics headed down to Sentosa and it was so much fun! I laughed so much, outwardly and inwardly. The day past all too quick and after Sentosa, Jasmine and I headed down to Bugis to do some shopping. At night, Jasmine and I did some online shopping. I think we are doomed! Cos we saw so much stuffs that we like. ): If only earning money is as easy as spending.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, that's my days in summary. Next week's going to be gay. Heading down to Valentino for to-die-for steaks tmr night. Monday's SP-ing day (provided mofotofu goes to skl). Friday's dinner-ing with Sam and the other days are yet to be filled but it's going fast! :D I have to make my next week jam-packed so that it will past faster. Even weeks are shitass long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy fong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Inside joke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1316691187367277306?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1316691187367277306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1316691187367277306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1316691187367277306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1316691187367277306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/itsumo-gawa-ni.html' title='Itsumo Gawa ni'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-4804656315363559830</id><published>2006-10-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:52:09.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey - Faithfully</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Faithfully - Journey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway run&lt;br /&gt;Into the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;Wheels go 'round and 'round&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Restless hearts&lt;br /&gt;Sleep alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Sendin' all my love&lt;br /&gt;Along the wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the road ain't no place to start a family&lt;br /&gt;Right down the line it's been you and me&lt;br /&gt;And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever yours&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circus life&lt;br /&gt;Under the big top world&lt;br /&gt;We all need the clowns&lt;br /&gt;To make us smile&lt;br /&gt;Through space and time&lt;br /&gt;Always another show&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where I am&lt;br /&gt;Lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being apart ain't easy on this love affair&lt;br /&gt;Two strangers learn to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;I get the joy of rediscovering you&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever yours&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa, faithfully&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever yours&lt;br /&gt;Ever yours&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-4804656315363559830?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4804656315363559830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=4804656315363559830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4804656315363559830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/4804656315363559830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/journey-faithfully.html' title='Journey - Faithfully'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1857976336814365670</id><published>2006-10-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:45:30.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Films for 4th Quarter of the Year</title><content type='html'>Flicks that you have to catch during the 4th Quarter of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://eragonmovie.com"&gt;Eragon&lt;/a&gt; (Watch the trailer! It's dope yo!) Opening 14th December&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.ghibli.jp/ged/index.html"&gt;Tales of Earthsea&lt;/a&gt; (Watch the trailer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_l64PdQWeJA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!) But I'm not sure when's this show's coming out because it was out in Japan this July.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com.sg/sites/the_covenant.html"&gt;The Covenant&lt;/a&gt; Opening 2nd November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In 1692, in the Ipswich Colony of Massachusetts, five families with untold power formed a covenant of silence. One family, lusting for more, was banished; their bloodline disappearing without a trace - until now. This thriller tells the story of the Songs of Ipswich, four young students at the elite Spencer Academy who are bound by their sacred ancestry. As descendents of the original families who settled in Ipswich Colony in the 1600's, the boys have all been born with special powers. When the body of a dead student is discovered after a party, secrets begin to unravel which threaten to break the covenant of silence that has protected their families for hundreds of years.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.materialgirls-themovie.com//"&gt;Material Girls&lt;/a&gt; (typical chick flick starring the Duff sisters.) Opening 9th November&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.tenaciousdmovie.com//"&gt;Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny&lt;/a&gt; Opening 23rd November&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/happyfeet//"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/a&gt; (Animated movie; looks friggin' cute! Hahaha.) Opening 23rd November&lt;br /&gt;7) Flag of Our Fathers (Ryan Phillippe looks darn cute in this flick! HAHAHA.) Opening 30th November&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.justfriendsmovie.com//"&gt;Just Friends&lt;/a&gt; Opening 30th November&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/trusttheman//"&gt;Trust The Man&lt;/a&gt; Opening 7th December&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.nightatthemuseum.com//flash.html"&gt;Night at The Museum&lt;/a&gt; (THIS IS A MUST WATCH!) Opening 21st December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how? So many nice shows in November/December! How on earth am I supposed to mug properly?! Pffft! And this is only the first half of the list! There's another half of the list which I've not even written down here. AHHHH! I WISH I HAVE HOLS IN NOVEMBER TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1857976336814365670?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1857976336814365670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1857976336814365670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1857976336814365670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1857976336814365670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/films-for-4th-quarter-of-year.html' title='Films for 4th Quarter of the Year'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-1667207030111467827</id><published>2006-10-15T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:12:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>141006</title><content type='html'>Throwing all previous vows and swears aside, I have thus bought a webcam. In the past, I vowed not to ever buy a webcam because I figured it was a sheer waste of money. But Ombala has been pestering me for the past few days, telling me "Webcam! Webcam!" &amp; for him, anything goes. So I've successfully ended up with a webcam in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in Challenger for the longest time ever and I was tempted to buy so many things, not that I needed them but because the guy was uber cute! He is just about the cutest and most &lt;em&gt;angmoh-pai&lt;/em&gt; Malay guy I've ever seen! And he's been named "Mouse-Man" by yours truly because he works at the mouse section. But every section I went, he was trailing behind and I was hence tempted to bombard him with lots of questions just so I could talk to him (yes, I know I sound like a friggin' bimbo tonight). Jasmine &amp;amp; I were giggling like some school girl (not that we aren't schooling, but you get the drift) and she thinks that he is cute too! :D :D But when I was choosing the webcam, Mouse-Man was busy with another customer (@#$%^&amp;* stupid &lt;em&gt;ahpek&lt;/em&gt; stole him away from me) and I had to settle for a nerd. And the saddest thing of all was that I didn't notice Mouse-Man's name but only Nerd's name. ): And if I may say so, I was kinda thrilled that Mouse-Man kept following us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we then made our way down to Mos Burger at Raffles The Market Place to meet the rest of the gang. We basically just slacked and chilled around before heading down to TCC at Boat Quay. I have nothing much to say about the gathering except that just before I went home, most of 'em hugged me and that made me a happy girl because frankly, I absolutely adore hugs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the YEP gathering (where we talked about our March plans to go back to Vietnam and the likes), Jasmine and I were in town at Kino browsing through anime books and art books. I can't wait for Jasmine's special shipment to come in because the book is totally dope! Just the first page was enough to make me fall in love with it but because I have no use for art books except as decoration, I had to stifle my urge to just grab the book and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to take neoprints at Cine! It was totally gay and I love love LOVE! the machine that we used (if you like to know, the one we used was called Hime Gumi). I&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; loving the photos. :D &lt;strong&gt;Love you, babe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I finally got my letter which Ombala wrote to me. I was sitting in TCC when I got it. My first reaction was to tear it open but on the other hand, another part of me wanted to savour every single moment opening and reading it and sitting in a crowded cafe isn't the best place, is it? But my itchy fingers couldn't take it and I opened the letter. Out dropped 2 photos and a letter. Both photos were of him and they made my heart skipped a beat. They were both solitary photos and were only of him and he looked so happy that my heart was singing in joy albeit it hurting too because I realised how much I actually miss him. I tucked the letter carefully back into the envelope without reading it because I thought I would rather read it in the comfort of my room. And then Jasmine opened her letter and that did it. I couldn't resist it and I opened mine too. Talk about determination and self-resistance. The letter touched me where I was hurting the most and just as I was reading it the second time, Ah Du suddenly said, "Lala, don't cry ah!" (since I was well-known for crying practically every night prior to leaving the kids last year. I cried every night because I couldn't bear leaving the kids, especially my Ombala) I actually had zilch intentions to cry though part of me was threatening to do so. But somehow, whenever someone tells me, "Laura, don't cry!" I will want to cry even more. And so, that was what triggered me off. I could feel the tears at the corner of my eyes but it felt so &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; to be crying when everyone was having fun and laughing. So I swallowed my longing down and laughed along with the rest, all the while with my mind (and heart) on the letter, photos and most importantly, Ombala. I wish I could do more for him and I hate myself for not being able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the bus ride home was crap, if I may say so. I was feeling all moody and down and not at all pleased with the tentative arrangements that the group had came up with. But who was I to voice it out and say nay when everyone (or nearly) was saying yea to said arrangements? But that is beside the point. I was feeling all tired and feverish and the only thing I wanted to do was to get down the bus and hop onto a cab and zoom my way home in the night instead of crawling at a stately pace. This is the one time I hate bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now as I am typing this, at an unearthly 1:26am, my eyes are constantly flickering to Ombala's photo. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, I am finally starting school on Tuesday! :D And I have lots of programs lined up for me next week. Wednesday's night out with the girls to celebrate 2 birthdays, Thursday's sun-tanning with my lovelies and Friday night's dinnering with LEE JUN WEI when he books out! (I didn't even know there was a military camp in CCK. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with that, I shall leave all of you, hit the sacks and wake up to a much happier day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Xiongxiong&lt;/em&gt;, get well soonest yo! ;) Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-1667207030111467827?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1667207030111467827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=1667207030111467827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1667207030111467827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/1667207030111467827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/141006.html' title='141006'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-5176266034066371790</id><published>2006-10-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:41:21.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregory and The Hawk - Boats and Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boats and Birds - Gregory and The Hawk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you be my star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky&lt;br /&gt;You can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;When I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can skyrocket away from me&lt;br /&gt;And never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;Far from here with more room to fly&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you be my boat&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sea&lt;br /&gt;A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze&lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can set sail to the west if you want to&lt;br /&gt;And past the horizon till I can't even see you&lt;br /&gt;Far from here where the beaches are wide&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me your wake to remember you by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-5176266034066371790?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5176266034066371790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=5176266034066371790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5176266034066371790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/5176266034066371790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/gregory-and-hawks-boats-and-birds.html' title='Gregory and The Hawk - Boats and Birds'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-2195016980923455538</id><published>2006-10-05T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:54:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitwits.</title><content type='html'>I was reading this guy's blog just last night and he talked about how his friend recently commited suicide. It was quite a sad post and taught us how we should really appreciate our friends and the likes. But that's not the point. The point is, some nitwit's comment was totally brainless. He/She was like, "Omg! So sad. How come your boy so stupid? Go and commit suicide?" The only thing I could thought of at that moment was, "F off, please." It was totally uncalled for and insensitive. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night. And in the midst of the drowse, I had this huge smile plastered on my face. But for the life of me, I can't recall what it was I was dreaming about. Now, that sounds totally silly, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would stop calling me, like seriously. Can't you take hints that blatantly say, or rather scream, "Laura doesn't really want to talk to you!"? Very soon, I am just going to lose it all and it won't be a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, please stop calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had drawn up a exercise regime for the holidays. It looked so pretty, all the activities stated looked fun. And with just one week left till school reopens, I have done zilch of said activites. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking copious amount of tea and coffee last night, I only managed to hit the sacks at 3am and thus successfully waking up at an unearthly 1pm. Sigh, I wonder what's going to happen when school reopens. I'm most probably going to be oversleeping for the morning lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just asking Abu why Ombala hasn't been coming online and he said that they couldn't come online at all as Hue was going through the biggest typhoon in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all worried. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-2195016980923455538?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2195016980923455538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=2195016980923455538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2195016980923455538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/2195016980923455538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/nitwits.html' title='Nitwits.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-7061698882111184311</id><published>2006-10-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:54:56.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh crap!</title><content type='html'>Oh crap. The Blogger Beta thingamabob is hair-pulling frustrating! It has got to be just about the worst form and I totally regret changing to beta because now, I can't change back to the previous format. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just clicked on the beta button for the fun of it and now, I'm bloody stuck with it. I should have tried it with my old blogs. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ANYONE OF YOU CHANGE TO BLOGGER BETA, HEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog was in a total mess all because I had Chinese written in it and I had to draft all my Chinese entries just so that my blog came out proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! I AM STILL DAMN PISSED WITH IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-7061698882111184311?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7061698882111184311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=7061698882111184311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7061698882111184311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/7061698882111184311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-crap.html' title='Oh crap!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115943182544546047</id><published>2006-09-28T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:35:07.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>李圣杰 - 很想说</title><content type='html'>在我眼里你永远最美　连你一个微笑也都会让我醉&lt;br /&gt;你所谓的幸福我想给　以为手不放开就是痴心绝对&lt;br /&gt;太愚昧　难道笑容没了　距离有了　快乐也走了&lt;br /&gt;还是　真心死了　彼此不信任了　终于懂了　真的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想说有你是幸福的　很想说我的心是你的&lt;br /&gt;很想说你真的误解了　很想说你真的忘记了 My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想说会好好疼你的　很想说爱你是自由的&lt;br /&gt;很想说你是否听见了　很想说你真的忘记了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱了　就有坚持理由　别说　我会留在路口&lt;br /&gt;不会走　爱你会直到最后&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115943182544546047?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115943182544546047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115943182544546047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115943182544546047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115943182544546047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_28.html' title='李圣杰 - 很想说'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115943035313027799</id><published>2006-09-28T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:08:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the girl..</title><content type='html'>I am the girl who goes by the name of Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who treasures her friends and family more than anything else in the world but is afraid to show it in case she appears vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who often dwells in the past but still lives for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who has a penchant for lone rides on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who wants to be at many places at a single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who sits at the cafe by the riverside walk, just watching the world go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who gets easily amused by just about anything and loves laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who has lived in 4 countries and wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who used to be completely dependent on technology but is only semi-dependent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who always dream of globe-trekking and working as she goes. Cafes in Paris, bookstores in London and clothing shops in Milan, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who hardly gets drunk but always tries to push herself to her limit but stopping just before that for fear of the embarrassment it comes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who buys too many stationaries and ends up keeping them because she thinks they are too pretty to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who is too used to sleeping on a queen-sized bed that if you put her on a single, she'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who used to just tell her piano all her feelings but have since learned of other methods of venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who adores sunrises but have failed miserably in her 4 bids of sunrise watching at East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who always think, "Who's that girl staring back at me?" when she looks into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who is used to waiting for months on end for that someone to come back home and wishing it gets easier with time. But it hardly ever gets easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who makes choices and tried not to think about them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who reads alot when she is alone. I am the girl who can't sleep at night if she doesn't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl. Who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115943035313027799?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115943035313027799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115943035313027799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115943035313027799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115943035313027799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-girl_28.html' title='I am the girl..'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115925933574787562</id><published>2006-09-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:33:40.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-suffering.</title><content type='html'>I've been sick ever since Lilipops passed me his bugs. It got so bad that I went around sounding like tranny. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down with very bad flu these few days, on top of which, I had on-off fever. But still, I went ahead and was at Arab Street, Little India, Bugis, Orchard Road, Sentosa and heaven knows where else these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a whirl of activities that having to think back about the places that I went sends me into a nauseous state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Clarke Quay the other night too, though I can't remember which day it was now. Prior to that, I was at Meidi-Ya happily shopping for groceries and things that I absolutely do not need but still bought. Dinner at Tampopo was seams-bursting and left us gasping for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay was dope. We were walking up and down, up and down, all the while dragging our grocery bags. We could not decide where we wanted to go and we ended up at this place that was strangely empty. I don't even know what was the name of the place! Rahh! So we were trying to best each other and see who could gulp down more alcohol in one mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am having a little difficulty breathing at the moment so I'm just about to sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115925933574787562?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115925933574787562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115925933574787562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115925933574787562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115925933574787562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-suffering.html' title='Long-suffering.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115872591458660078</id><published>2006-09-20T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:18:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Train-ride! :D</title><content type='html'>I'm off! To take a long &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; train-ride down to Changi Airport! I love long journeys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me the tales that to me were so dear.. Long long ago, long long ago......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115872591458660078?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115872591458660078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115872591458660078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115872591458660078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115872591458660078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-train-ride-d.html' title='Long Train-ride! :D'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115871402351858217</id><published>2006-09-20T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:30:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>惊人了！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;真是惊了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天，　姐姐的前男友一直在发短信给我，　让我看好姐姐和要我去一趟山洞济南旅游旅游。　第一晚就梦见哥哥了。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在梦里，　哥哥寄来了&lt;/span&gt;VCR (too much Taiwanese entertainment shows: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;请看&lt;/span&gt;VCR!)。　&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在VCR里，　哥哥脚上坐着他的小子儿，　然后哥哥就说：“你告诉姐姐我会老老实实地等她的。　我不会给她任何压力。　她想要做什么我会给她做的。　如果她喜欢上别的男人我依旧会等着她，　直到她回到我身边的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后小子儿就说：“欣怡姐姐，　哥哥没了姐姐是多麽的难受 (*哥哥滴了一滴泪*)，　多麽的失落。　哥哥…………”　小子儿还没说完就开始大哭了。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哥哥吓了一跳问了小子儿他什么事了。　而小子儿说：“呀！　我觉得太感人了啦！”　接着就继续呜呜呜哭着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我在那儿&lt;/span&gt;　-.-" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;真是惊了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115871402351858217?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115871402351858217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115871402351858217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115871402351858217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115871402351858217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_20.html' title='惊人了！'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115866381466136497</id><published>2006-09-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:32:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>蜜雪薇琪 - 爱能不能不变</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这片天空曾经好美　在你背我回家的夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你笑着说你才不会累　要带着我走到永远&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115866381466136497?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115866381466136497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115866381466136497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115866381466136497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115866381466136497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_19.html' title='蜜雪薇琪 - 爱能不能不变'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115866002273016713</id><published>2006-09-19T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:00:02.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc Terenzi - Love To Be Loved By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Love To Be Loved By You - Marc Terenzi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for so many years and&lt;br /&gt;Today I found the Queen to reign my heart&lt;br /&gt;You changed my live so patiently&lt;br /&gt;And turned it into something good and real&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like I felt in all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;There are questions hard to answer&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tell me how can I tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I love you more than life&lt;br /&gt;Show me how can I show you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm blinded by your light&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me I can touch you&lt;br /&gt;To find out the dream is true&lt;br /&gt;I love to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking kind of scared right now&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for the wedding vows&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if my tongue's able to talk&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is just blinding me&lt;br /&gt;Like sunbeams on a summer stream and&lt;br /&gt;I gotta close my eyes to protect me&lt;br /&gt;Can you take my hand and lead me&lt;br /&gt;For here please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tell me how can I tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I love you more than life&lt;br /&gt;Show me how can I show you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm blinded by your light&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me I can touch you&lt;br /&gt;To find out the dream is true&lt;br /&gt;I love to be loved, I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I love to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they're gonna say our love's not strong enough to last forever&lt;br /&gt;And I know they're gonna say that we'll give up because of heavy weather&lt;br /&gt;But how can they understand that our love is just heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;We keep on going on and on cause this is where we both belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be one of the best love songs around ever! (: And it's up for download on the left! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115866002273016713?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115866002273016713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115866002273016713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115866002273016713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115866002273016713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/marc-terenzi-love-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='Marc Terenzi - Love To Be Loved By You'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115864839648854595</id><published>2006-09-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:50:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE TAGBOARD!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm just going to do away with my tag-board because it has its temperaments too and doesn't show up when it doesn't feel like it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in future, please click on "Comments" which, as you can see, is next to the time at the end of the entry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, the tagboard's still going to be up 'til I find something to fill up that empty void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115864839648854595?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115864839648854595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115864839648854595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115864839648854595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115864839648854595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-more-tagboard.html' title='NO MORE TAGBOARD!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115864569449897939</id><published>2006-09-19T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:01:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EY!</title><content type='html'>EY! We still haven't played with Time Crisis and House of The Dead yet! HAHAHA! &lt;em&gt;Wahrao&lt;/em&gt;! I nearly forgot about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115864569449897939?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115864569449897939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115864569449897939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115864569449897939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115864569449897939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/ey.html' title='EY!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115864523051706861</id><published>2006-09-19T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:54:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALAB Paradise.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was love. (: I had so much fun, was so high on laughing gas that the day ended almost too soon. The time flew like nothing. One minute it was 330pm and the next, it was suddenly 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah-lian ah-beng&lt;/em&gt; paradise was dope. Mooncake promotion at Taka was gay! It still makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of cars waiting to bang Cedric down, us coming up with some language which was actually Chinese spoken very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; fast and with the slang (he owned me in that. No one can beat him!) and playing at the toys department, I love! Stupid remote-controlled dinosaur! And some random Superhero TV game with bad dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Mr Policemen along the streets and laughing about the flowers that suddenly popped up everywhere around town in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea was Billy Bombers.&lt;br /&gt;"WAH SHIT. Why my lemon tea so big JAR?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wah. Root beer float sans the float."&lt;br /&gt;"We order a little bit &lt;em&gt;lar. &lt;/em&gt;Finger food, then later at 7+pm we go eat dinner."&lt;br /&gt;"WAH. So much food! I think the leftovers can be kept for another meal for 2 &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Ahbeng: "*mumblemumblemumblemumblemumble*&lt;br /&gt;Cedric: "Eh. Tell you, actually I couldn't catch what he was trying to say." -.- !&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, don't know you man!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, so mean!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw lotsa "IMF" guys on the train. :D&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, see. Got IMF guy at the corner!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, why you always sleep in the cinema ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"........."&lt;br /&gt;"Tired lo! And I don't ALWAYS sleep in the cinema ok!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh.. whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know hor, actually I am a Hong Konger! My dad is from Hong Kong, that's why I know Cantonese! *inserts random Cantonese phrase*"&lt;br /&gt;"Wahrao. Bluff right. That must be some meaningless sentence that popped out from nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;"And then, my grandmother was from Thailand but she moved to Hong Kong when she was young. *inserts some random Thai sentence with Tom Yam popping out*"&lt;br /&gt;"Bu hao xiao lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comics at Borders! I love Foxtrot! (:&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, no sitting on the floor and reading ok!"&lt;br /&gt;"....... WAHRAO EH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far-East! (:&lt;br /&gt;"Wah! Another &lt;em&gt;ah-lian ah-beng&lt;/em&gt; paradise!"&lt;br /&gt;"You know why is Level One called Level One?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because it is on Level One ma! Hahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh.. But Level One is on Basement One(so confusing!) so your answer is wrong lo."&lt;br /&gt;"WAH! Your brothers outside leh. All in black that gang."&lt;br /&gt;"......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I've had enough of typing. There's so much more. I still feel like laughing, you know. Hahaha. ;) Yesterday was easily one of the best days that I've had this hols. (: Thanks yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115864523051706861?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115864523051706861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115864523051706861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115864523051706861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115864523051706861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/alab-paradise.html' title='ALAB Paradise.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115850249110117515</id><published>2006-09-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:16:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irene Cara - Out Here On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Out Here On My Own - Irene Cara&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Who I am, do I fit in?&lt;br /&gt;Make-believing is hard alone&lt;br /&gt;Out here, on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're always proving&lt;br /&gt;Who we are&lt;br /&gt;Always reaching&lt;br /&gt;For that rising star&lt;br /&gt;To guide me far&lt;br /&gt;And shine me home&lt;br /&gt;Out here, on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm down and feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes so I can be with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, be strong for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, belong to me&lt;br /&gt;Help me through&lt;br /&gt;Help me need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the morning sun appears&lt;br /&gt;Making light of all my fears&lt;br /&gt;I dry the tears I've never shown&lt;br /&gt;Out here, on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115850249110117515?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115850249110117515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115850249110117515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115850249110117515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115850249110117515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/irene-cara-out-here-on-my-own.html' title='Irene Cara - Out Here On My Own'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115841121801037676</id><published>2006-09-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:54:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional!</title><content type='html'>me:&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to take our yearly flu jab anytime soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:&lt;br /&gt;SHHHH! THEY (Vince &amp;amp; Emma) get very emotional about this subject. Wait till they're not here then we'll talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Somehow, the word "emotional" just makes me LOL. BWAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115841121801037676?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115841121801037676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115841121801037676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115841121801037676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115841121801037676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/emotional.html' title='Emotional!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115838985552671348</id><published>2006-09-16T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:27:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombala.</title><content type='html'>phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;i very miss you alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;i very happy you return shelter in march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;i love you forrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soliloquy:&lt;br /&gt;toi yeu ban! hahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;lala mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soliloquy:&lt;br /&gt;lala no mad. ombala MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;now i come back shelter, i go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soliloquy:&lt;br /&gt;ok. lala also go sleep. toi bi dau. benh sot! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;why you sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soliloquy:&lt;br /&gt;no sleep. ): lala tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;because you internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;you can email for me at 6h15 am everyday this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;because near my school has internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;what time you go to internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soliloquy:&lt;br /&gt;anytime! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;byebye hahaha lala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soliloquy:&lt;br /&gt;byebye my ombalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phanchan loves you:&lt;br /&gt;ok i stop hear. tomorrow i internet for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115838985552671348?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115838985552671348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115838985552671348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115838985552671348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115838985552671348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/ombala.html' title='Ombala.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115829285962270291</id><published>2006-09-15T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:00:59.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present from Lilipops!</title><content type='html'>Lilipops left me a present before he headed off to be Mr Policeman at the IMF thingamajig. And I am now having sore throat and The Sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I am going to tuck myself into bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115829285962270291?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115829285962270291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115829285962270291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115829285962270291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115829285962270291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/present-from-lilipops.html' title='Present from Lilipops!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115824233517818036</id><published>2006-09-14T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:58:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Thrill.</title><content type='html'>Grocery shopping tonight was dopest. Grabbing stuffs randomly, enough to fill up 2 trolleys and a total whopping cost of $550.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the end of the trolley, holding on for my dear life. A slope, a release of the hands that left me screaming and laughing simultaneously. A total whirl. Cheap thrill eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115824233517818036?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115824233517818036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115824233517818036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115824233517818036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115824233517818036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheap-thrill.html' title='Cheap Thrill.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115821002574069022</id><published>2006-09-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:01:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th of September</title><content type='html'>I had to lug myself out of bed this morning to go grocery shopping for dinner tonight. I went to the wet market alone and had to lug everything back myself. And along every bit of the way, I was complaining to Junwei. In the past, whenever he came over to my place with Gabriel, he would always say, "Bukit Timah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;好高啊&lt;/span&gt;!" He never failed to say that everytime he was climbing up the slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, with the grocery bags in tow, the slope seemed even higher than before! I was telling him that it felt like I was climbing up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;峨嵋山. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pffft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I walked past the uncle at the guardhouse, he was all like, "WAH! GIRL AH! SO LONG NVR SEE YOU ALR LEH! I THOUGHT YOU GET MARRIED GO HONEYMOON ALR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edited:] &lt;/strong&gt;And so, in Junwei's very own words, "I am a victim of your estate." while I retort back that, "It was all in preparation for your NS days!" I have decided to be nice and sooth the &lt;em&gt;victimized &lt;/em&gt;boy. And what can it be but cooking what I am cooking tonight again for him when he books out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to tell me I am nice because I know it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;熊熊。　希望你还好吧。　照顾好自己哈。&lt;/span&gt;　;) it really feels weird coming online these days without &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;熊熊&lt;/span&gt; online anymore. Rahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115821002574069022?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115821002574069022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115821002574069022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115821002574069022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115821002574069022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/14th-of-september.html' title='14th of September'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115820501062943212</id><published>2006-09-14T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:36:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you becoming?</title><content type='html'>What is hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, hope is our guide to the future. In violent times, many of us will wonder what will become of human race. That depends on what becomes of each human being. And that, in the final analysis, depends on what each person wants out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socrates said, "Know thyself." Marcus Aurelius said, "Be thyself." Shakespeare said, "To thine own self be true." I believe it goes further. Everyday, you must rethink who you are. Everyday, you must adjust your self-image to the changing conditions of the day. Your image, your opinion of yourself and the road map of where you are going in life are never static. You are in motion, moving toward a goal, even while you are asleep; because even while you sleep, your success mechanism is at work subconsciously. You think in creative terms of reaching your true stature of self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not so much what your image is but what you are doing with it creatively this very minute. It is not so much as who you are as what you are becoming each day: growing, doing, rethinking, redoing, regrowing. The hope of mankind lies in what you are becoming by doing, giving, sharing, growing, by honoring your integrity and the self-respect of others. This is the only way to remove hate and evil, the only way to become a successful human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add more years to your life and more life to your years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115820501062943212?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115820501062943212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115820501062943212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115820501062943212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115820501062943212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-are-you-becoming.html' title='What are you becoming?'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115817197395421557</id><published>2006-09-14T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:38:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennies from heaven.</title><content type='html'>So here I am, supposedly to be updating this blog of mine. Sometimes, I feel that it is quite ironic to be updating when there's nothing much going on in my life, or rather, most of the times, I don't really have the mood to be blogging about what's going on. And that's where the songs come into play. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it is, I am sitting right in front of my laptop but the mind is drawing up a blank. There's really nothing specific that needs to be penned down and remembered down memory lane. I mean, aren't all precious memories locked deeply inside you? And it isn't something that you would go around talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you would really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like to know, I was out with Hafidz today, my stinky lilipops. He called me poophead for the most part but I know he loves me still. Heh. We were just having plain 'ol fun and making fun of each other until I thought that I would just collapse on the floor and die on the spot. Random walking with me playing with toys at nearly every shop. I love. :) Long bus ride home which I love equally. But stinky ahpek sitting behind me nearly made me die. I hope you will have fun at work tmr! Have fun IMF-ing! Remember to get your arse on the teevee whenever possible aight? I will stay glued to the teevee for you! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An informal proposal today which surprised me and left me pretty much in a -_-" state. It was weirdly funny in a sense, I guess. It was an obvious no right from the start and I am feeling sad about it because it will definitely change the friendship we have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw James on the train today. Stupid arse was staring at me the entire time like some freak! Lilipops was like, "Who is he?!" and he said it so loudly when James was still right next to us. HAHAHA. And James said that I was as wacky as ever. Now, is that a compliment or an insult? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. So maybe everyone's just happily busy with their own lives and spending their holidays fruitfully. Why can't I just spend my hols at home, spending it the way I want it, no matter whether it is substantial or insubstantial? So what if I don't find some substantial things to do? Why can't you just leave me alone? I mean, we are talking about my life and it's not even yours. No, I'm not even talking about my parents who have no problem with me staying at home this holiday. Please just spare me and don't keep asking me shitass questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally happy note, you've no idea how much a simple SMS can do to me. It makes me just about the happiest girl ever on this planet. I guess even though advanced technology has its downside (like emails taking over traditional snail mails which I prefer), it still has its own use. HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: WAHRAO! Why is my iTunes updating in CHINESE?! I DON'T WANNA BE FRIGGIN STUCK WITH A CHINESE iTunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just about it. My highly entertaining life is up for all of you to read and snigger about. I actually have alot of substantial things to write but it's all down in my other diary while I don't really have the mood to write again for a different audience. Maybe that's just it. At the end of the day, I still care very much about what others have to say about me. Ah, screw that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am glad to say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;熊熊&lt;/span&gt; is having fun in camp and that his friends are all cool people. I miss my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;熊熊&lt;/span&gt; and I hope he gets back to civilization soonest! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The Vietnam people are coming back tomorrow and it's about time they do just that!&lt;br /&gt;PPS: My iTunes' functioning in English now. :D&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: ....... I forgot what I wanted to say already. Pffft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115817197395421557?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115817197395421557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115817197395421557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115817197395421557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115817197395421557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/pennies-from-heaven.html' title='Pennies from heaven.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115794753268599056</id><published>2006-09-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:05:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional - Diana DeGarmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Emotional - Diana DeGarmo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get emotional&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do some stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say&lt;br /&gt;What I should just keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;'Bout everything&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;And break some things&lt;br /&gt;Sorry times ten&lt;br /&gt;But you just got in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up now, running away&lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm just a pain&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;Laying down and dying&lt;br /&gt;That's when I need you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing's always easy&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I'm just scared&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I feel&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm just impossible&lt;br /&gt;Totally unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl, get used to it&lt;br /&gt;No big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me&lt;br /&gt;Why would you try&lt;br /&gt;I'm no angel&lt;br /&gt;But I can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the way I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115794753268599056?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115794753268599056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115794753268599056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115794753268599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115794753268599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/emotional-diana-degarmo.html' title='Emotional - Diana DeGarmo'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115759728111828268</id><published>2006-09-07T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:36:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Updates.</title><content type='html'>The days have been a whirl of activities. But I doubt I would want to spend the rest of my holidays as such. So I'm back to my piano which I've neglected during the crazy project period in school and I'm also trying to read up on my S.A.T too. Pffft! But actually, S.A.T's fun. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, I met up with Simon and Annie for lunch at Fish &amp; Co. thereafter we sent Annie back to her office. Crazy shit, driving in the storm. Annie was screaming one direction, me the other and Simon had other ideas in mind. It left us swerving left, right, upside down. I was feeling all giddy and whining to Simon and he said that he felt giddy from his own driving too. Hahaha. Hilarious yo. So anyways, Annie made us drove a big round when there was actually a short cut. Pffft! But I love car rides so Simon drove me around. First to Borders to browse through books, passing time; then to One Daily Scoop for heavenly ice creams; then to King Albert Park for me to grocery shop and then back to home. He, on the other hand, had to figure his way all the way to Tuas to pick his brother up from camp. Hehs. Crazy day but fun, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;熊熊今天进兵了。　好想熊熊噢。　现在上网感觉有所不同，　都不怎么想上网了。　因为熊熊不在线。　呀，　要照顾好自己知道吗？　吃好睡好哈。　想你噢，　亲爱的。 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're off to protect the nation, my wish for you today is that you will learn to enjoy yourself in there so that the time will pass faster. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need something new in my life. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;新鲜的玩意儿。　觉得现在的生活有点无趣。　等姐姐来吧。　可能到时会觉得好一些些。　姐姐说: "傻孩子，　事上任何事情都是在不断变化的啊。　我们没有办法阻止，　只能微笑面对了。　因为它给了我们美好的回忆。" 之前很讨厌变化，　因为觉得自己在很多方面上都做了错的选择。　有时不是错的选择而是自己贪心了点儿，　要这样也要那样。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看着大家的成就，　自己觉得：　我也要！　这不代表我不喜欢自己现在在做的事，　而是因为觉得他人都进展那么快，　如果自己没有，　很快就要落后了，　就会失去很多东西吧？　可能是自己的想法不对。　可是看到姐们在上海都高高兴兴的，　都在念&lt;/span&gt; degree &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;了，　自己觉得有点失落，　觉得都跟不上她们了。　很多如果都想出来了。　如果没打算回国，　如果自己坚强了点儿，　如果…　自己就开始想，　那时做了对的选择了吗？　那真的是自己要的吗？　还是只是在逃避现实，　太想家了，　没毅力？　 姐姐说：　“傻孩子，　别想那么多。　我们的感情是永远不会变的！”　可是，　姐姐呀，　你知道我自己的心情吗？&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;明年兰姐要去香港结婚了。　看着她一幅幸福的表情，　真是为她感到高兴。　可是久了，　兰姐自己都感到压力了。　自己困在洗衣房常常痛哭。　因为虽然是件喜事，　也是自己的愿望实现，　可是想着一辈子就要跟定了老公，　她也觉得自己可能太冲动了，　做了错的选择。　等一下下可能会好一点。　可是事到如今，　喜帖都寄出了，　自己只能硬笑着，　继续生活了。　有时听兰姐说着说着，　很想抱着她陪她痛哭一场，　可她在福建而我在新加坡。　希望靠近那一天时，　兰姐会好起来吧。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能生活就是这样吧。　有很多选择，　选后会觉得选错了，　可是还得硬笑着继续人生和生活里的每一个大小。　可能就这样我们都会变成更坚强吧？　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;来的时候，　和我说起了班上怎么了。　听着听着，　觉得距离都越来越大了。　听着功课上怎么了，　自己想着回上海时，　没有了姐们，　自己还能乘着吗。　听着老师什么什么的，　就想起了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Manlio, Tim, Lipi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;等等老师。　他们对我的期望都很大，　都很尊敬我和我独自的想法。　和他们不是老师同学的关系而是好好朋友。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;走时，　她说, "在我的眼里你始终是一个天真、　活泼、　聪明伶俐而且人见人爱的小女孩。　你的多才多艺、　你的率真且乐于助人的品质一下拉近了我们彼此间的距离。　虽然上海的冬季十分寒冷，　但我相信你的心是暖暖的。　因为你赢得了我们全部的爱。　我十分欣赏你随和、　谦逊不骄纵的个性。　无论你走到哪儿，　你永远不会感到孤独，　因为总会有一群欢赏你的朋友陪伴在你左右。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selena &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;过后发了邮件给我，　说我回国后，　大家都闹翻了。　永远也不会再和我在的时候一样了。　你问我感觉如何呢？　我倒是觉得挺生气的吧。　他们都在一起，　但不知道怎么珍惜彼此，　而我呢？　在另一个国家想她们都快要想疯了。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You will never appreciate what you have until you've lost it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这个说法就这样证明了一切。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;生命就是那么的复杂吧。　让姐姐说对了。　我们也只能笑着面对了。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115759728111828268?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115759728111828268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115759728111828268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115759728111828268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115759728111828268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/lack-of-updates.html' title='Lack of Updates.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115755677685703653</id><published>2006-09-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:32:56.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only a Paper Moon</title><content type='html'>It is only a paper moon,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging over a cardboard sea,&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only a canvas sky,&lt;br /&gt;Sailing over a muslin tree,&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your love,&lt;br /&gt;It's a honky-tonk parade.&lt;br /&gt;Without your love,&lt;br /&gt;It's a melody played on a penny arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a barnum &amp;amp; bailey world,&lt;br /&gt;Just as phony as it can be,&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believe in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115755677685703653?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115755677685703653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115755677685703653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115755677685703653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115755677685703653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-only-paper-moon_06.html' title='It&apos;s only a Paper Moon'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115660717578055378</id><published>2006-08-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:50:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Read.</title><content type='html'>So last night at Bather's was absolutely smashing! Wonderful food, wonderful wine, wonderful company. :) However, One Daily Scoop closed before I got to eat my kahlua ice cream. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town today with the family. I came back with 10 new CDs including one which I've been wanting to get. And my dad was so nice to have bought the entire set for me! He got me the full 9 Symphonies of Beethoven, played by the Berlin Philharmonic. I could die a happy girl right now. :) Dinner-ed at this Korean place which we used to frequent when I was younger until we fell in love with other restaurants. Meehee. I was so full that I could barely walk. And right when we went down, everyone started shopping and I happily bought Famous Amos to munch on while waiting for them. There goes everything. I should really stop munching on food. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk about dinner with Sam on Tuesday. We went to Billy Bombers because I had a sudden craving for it. Meehee. There was so much food and so much laughs that left me pretty satisfied at the end of the day. :) After dinner and walking aimlessly around Marina Square, we went back to his place. He was like this bellboy with all the bags because he came down from Paya Lebar Airbase which is like, a totally different country to me! Hahaha. But as it is, I was even later than him. But I told him not to grumble about it because Jori had to put up with worse appearances from me. Meehee. We talked so much that I was left with nearly no voice at the end. Oh, you know what's funny? I met his mum for tea on Friday (or was it Thursday?) and I told her that I was going out for dinner with Sam on the coming Tuesday. And his mum was like, "Oh? Really? I wanna go along too!" And my mum was all like, "Nooo! Don't! You know how Laura and Sam's like. They will go for the good food and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;don't want to be left to pick up their tabs!" And then his mum was like, "Yeah! Right! Ok! I don't want to go already!" Hahaha. Gayness yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! When you see me, please remind me to tell you about Little Me! I mean, when you see me in person and not online or sms and the likes. It is damn funny! HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I got this in the mail today and I thought it was rather interesting so I'm putting it up here for y'all to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 15th century, a law was set forth in England that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only.. Ladies Forbidden".. &amp; thus the word GOLF entered the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note, I have to say that whenever I see or hear anything that has anything to do with golf, I always think of you, Xiang! HAHAHA. ;p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV was Fred and Wilma Flintstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola was orginally green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of people airborne over the US at any given hour is 61,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first novel written on a typewriter was Tom Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each king in a deck of playing cards represent a great king in history:&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Clubs - Alexander, the Great&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a statue of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to spell out number, you would have to go till one thousand before you could find the letter "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes, the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase "Good night, sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would suppy his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar-based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the landlord would yell at them, "Mind your pints and quarts and settle down!" It's where we get the phrase "Mind your P's and Q's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you can read it:&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cludo aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. The pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to rscheearh at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, is phaonmneal. It deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are pcaled, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer are in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115660717578055378?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115660717578055378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115660717578055378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115660717578055378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115660717578055378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-read.html' title='Interesting Read.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115657638841427940</id><published>2006-08-26T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:13:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickled Gherkins</title><content type='html'>Ohhh sex, I just bought a bottle of pickled gherkins. :D And as I am typing this, I am munching on a stick of gherkin. This is love yo! I love love love gherkins! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I've been multi-tasking. Like really! I am reading manga while watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;宫&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;pok pok kay lar&lt;/em&gt;. It downloads damn slow. Pffft!) while watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;爱情魔法师&lt;/span&gt; while listening to music while chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels damn &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe. I can live this lifestyle forever! Meehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go back to my multi-tasking and do a proper update later in the night when I come home or sth. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115657638841427940?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115657638841427940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115657638841427940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115657638841427940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115657638841427940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/pickled-gherkins.html' title='Pickled Gherkins'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115641755130361996</id><published>2006-08-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:08:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I went to the bookstore today and I came back with bag loads of new stationaries and that makes me happy! I absolutely adore stationaries as nearly everyone would know. In DINGDING!'s words, "You are a walking bookshop." Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room's nearly done. Ok, I kidded you. It's only halfway done. I just keep spree-ing online and I forget about the tasks at hand. ;p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways, Junwei just texted me and he's about to go on a 28 route march before POP-ing tmr. It feels weird seeing him all grown up now. From a &lt;em&gt;bochup&lt;/em&gt; 14 years old till now, just can't get used to it still. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Domozhe texted me this morning, saying that he's having an army marathon race in OCS on Sunday. I swear he's just about the fittest guy I ever know! He goes on triathlons, mountain bike competitions and heaven knows what else! So I'm sure he's going to do just fine on Sunday. :) Get well soon, Domozhe! Hear? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ming texted me last night and he's just about to finish his course too. Another sexy &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt;. I remember when he was doing his A's, I went over to his place, supposedly to accompany him. But I ended up raiding his fridge, watching TV and talking to him that he didn't get much studying done at the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some weird reasons, my right leg and both arms were cranking up today. ): Now my left arm's feeling all weird and &lt;em&gt;nua&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall just sign off here and get back to packing my room. So to round things up, here's something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e323/wecollide-youandi/Laura.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, Xiang! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115641755130361996?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115641755130361996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115641755130361996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115641755130361996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115641755130361996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/laura.html' title='LAURA'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115631898878890789</id><published>2006-08-23T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:44:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( No Title )</title><content type='html'>So the exams have all been cleared. Went to school early on Monday with the intention to mug before the paper. But I ended up people-watching in C2 for more than 2 hours. I saw so many friends and so many people who reminded me of other friends. I even saw this guy who reminded me of Rex. And just as I was walking to the examination hall, I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;咪咪眼&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation last night made me felt very happy and blessed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep at night though. Was feeling all sick and after tossing around till 4am, I barfed and I felt worse at first but better later. Slept all the way till 12 noon without realising it until my mum came barging in, complaining that I am sleeping the entire day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to pack my room a bit, stuffing stuffs into the wardrobe but I gave up halfway. Just can't concentrate and everything's spinning around me. Rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's trying to tell me something but all I can hear is mumbles and I can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your promos, dear. And stop staying up so late mugging. I get sad about it. But I know it isn't your fault but just try to sleep earlier aight? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much stuffs to write about but once I sit myself down, the mind's a total blank. And now, my grammer's all in a mess. Screw that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115631898878890789?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115631898878890789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115631898878890789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115631898878890789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115631898878890789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-title.html' title='( No Title )'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115607655488213420</id><published>2006-08-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:22:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy weekend. ;)</title><content type='html'>I am feeling particularly happy this weekend. :D So many things happened, so many things done (except studying that is). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domozhe gave me a fine surprise when he texted me. He was out of OCS for the weekend and I was mighty delighted that he remembered his Domotofu. Hahaha. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my Pig Prince now before he books into camp tonight. He always buys my favorite food, but not for me. ): He buys it to bring into camp. Rahh! Dinner-ing next weekend, I can't wait! ;) The Moo-moo Princess is looking forward to it eh? Meehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped and purchased new furnitures yesterday. Can't wait for them to arrive and start packing up this semester's notes! Something very very exciting (at least to me) is going to happen in mid-September. So I'd better get my room all done up nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched and dined out yesterday. Realised that I've been eating out way too much but at least my parents are not complaining, so I am not complaining too. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English breakfast complete with muffins and bacons, &lt;i&gt;yakitori&lt;/i&gt; lunch and Japanese steamboat dinner. Whatever happened to self-control? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese cake tmr! :D Total ace yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ing with Sam on Tuesday. Yay! Dinner on Tuesday would officially mark the beginning of holidays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should go find some work to do instead of bumming around. Piano lessons? Tuitions? Or some other random part time jobs. Usually by the time I've decided, holidays are over. Rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go grab a hot chocolate and read my novel now. Hope y'all had a great weekend! And let's all die together tmr yo? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115607655488213420?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115607655488213420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115607655488213420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115607655488213420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115607655488213420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy weekend. ;)'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115605444449914539</id><published>2006-08-20T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:15:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog things.</title><content type='html'>So I was feeling very bored and I decided to do some quizzes on blogthings like what Jas had done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Greenwich Village&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whereshouldyourinnernewyorkerlivequiz/greenwich-village.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant garde and bohemian, you're quick to adopt new ideas and lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;And while you're a bit less weird these days, you still have a "live and let live" philosophy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whereshouldyourinnernewyorkerlivequiz/"&gt;Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Fig Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/fig-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very independent and strong minded.&lt;br /&gt;A hard worker when you want to be, you play hard too.&lt;br /&gt;You are honest and loyal. You hate contradiction or arguments.&lt;br /&gt;You love life, and you live for your friends, children, and animals.&lt;br /&gt;A great sense of humor,  artistic talent, and intelligence are all gifts you possess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Visit Brazil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlatinamericancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/brazil.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for an extreme yet chill vacation, Brazil is perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;Go wild at Carnaval, get lost in the Amazon, and relax checking out the beautiful people on the beach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlatinamericancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/"&gt;What Latin American Country Should You Visit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Ernie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/ernie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful and childlike, you are everyone's favorite friend - even if your goofy antics get annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Amused - you are very easily entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Always making people smile. From your silly songs to your wild pranks, you keep things fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With ease. Life is only difficult when your friends won't play with you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Blueberry Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/blueberry-margarita.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there's no one quite like you.  And believe it or not, most people think that's a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;You're open, wild, friendly, wacky, and tons of fun. You have a big personality... and a big heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Margarita Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And halfway through it, I was feeling bored of it too. Rahh! One more paper left and I am still bumming around. Sigh. So anyways, I only posted up those which I think more or less describes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue bumming around now before heading out tonight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115605444449914539?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115605444449914539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115605444449914539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115605444449914539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115605444449914539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-things.html' title='Blog things.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115591492573769706</id><published>2006-08-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:05:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie again.</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I just watched Tuesdays with Morrie which Oliver borrowed from his school library. And I cried again. At first, I thought that I wouldn't cry over it anymore because I already knew what was going to happen. But when Mitch Albom cried during his last visit to Morrie, I cried. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115591492573769706?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115591492573769706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115591492573769706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115591492573769706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115591492573769706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesdays-with-morrie-again.html' title='Tuesdays with Morrie again.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115589842733993705</id><published>2006-08-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:53:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been in the mood to be blogging post after post. Can't even find the mood to mug for my papers. Rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I feel like doing is sleep, go out, have fun, drink and come home and sleep somemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115589842733993705?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115589842733993705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115589842733993705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115589842733993705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115589842733993705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-mood.html' title='No mood.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115570344143361320</id><published>2006-08-16T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:47:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House revamping!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I was asked to go out again. Somehow, I feel that my mum has been acting weird these few days but I am not complaining! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she keeps asking me to go out. And then, if I am out with her, she will ask where I wanna go and she would bring me. Right after that, she will &lt;i&gt;keep on&lt;/i&gt; asking me if I am hungry and whether I have any cravings for anything. And I'm all like, " ?????? " But then again, I am not complaining. Meehee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yesterday we went to Ikea and she said that I should revamp and refurnish my room. That makes me happy. Hahaha. So we were looking at stuffs and I was just commenting that this particular wardrobe looked nice and spiffy and she was like, "You like ah? Ok, then we buy that." I was like, "!!!!!! So expensive! The price tag is like $1000++++." Somehow, I feel that I am turning into my mum and she's turning into me. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said that she's going to tailor make a canopy over my bed. T.T I still think I'm living in a dream. Don't wake me up just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, exams are on Friday. ): Pffft! And yours truly has not yet touched her notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tonight to have fun fun fun! And hopefully tmr, I will settle down and do some last minute mugging. Rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;昨晚和姐姐你聊了。 真激动， 也特别的感动。 都睡不着觉咧！ 期待着哈。 很快的， 多一个月梦想就成真了。 嘻嘻。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115570344143361320?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115570344143361320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115570344143361320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115570344143361320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115570344143361320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/house-revamping.html' title='House revamping!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115557143337927110</id><published>2006-08-15T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:03:53.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>Many different places reminded me of many different (&lt;i&gt;same same but different&lt;/i&gt;) happy memories today and they all made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I conclude, it's all because of Prawn. (; Smelly Starfish would know what I am talking about. Meehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only you can make me smile from within.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115557143337927110?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115557143337927110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115557143337927110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115557143337927110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115557143337927110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115553998325976131</id><published>2006-08-14T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:22:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictory.</title><content type='html'>I think my mum's funny. I have been out this entire week, too much for my own good as a matter of fact. She is always unhappy when I go out too much so today, I decided to stay at home. Not really to be a &lt;i&gt;guai&lt;/i&gt; daughter but its mostly because I am kinda sick of going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought she would be pleased that I was at least spending some time at home but no. She isn't. In fact, she kept calling home to ask me to go out. I was all like, "Huh? No thanks. I rather stay at home today." She said fine, it's up to me. And then less than 10 mins later, she calls me back and ask me to get my arse out of the house and go towning or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am living in a dream. My mum? Telling me that? HAHAHA. I reckon life's going to be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm just about to go wash up and head out before she gets pissed with me for not going out. Even making that particular statement sounds funny because instead of the usual "I better stop going out before my mum gets pissed with me" I am now saying something contradicting that. Meehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115553998325976131?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115553998325976131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115553998325976131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115553998325976131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115553998325976131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/contradictory.html' title='Contradictory.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115552639693879412</id><published>2006-08-14T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:05:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop screwed!</title><content type='html'>It feels weird sitting in the study room, typing this entry out. The keyboard feels weird to my touch, the screen is unfamiliar to sight. And it feels like I am sitting in a laboratory, rather than in a study room, what with my brother and sister's desktops around me even as I sit typing away at my other brother's desktop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is starting to screw up on me! ): It sucks totally, I tell you. Rahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, moving on, it's time for me to start work! Not literally working with a pay but there's so many domesticated chores at home waiting for me. Not the sweep-wash-wipe kind but the more &lt;i&gt;gung-ho&lt;/i&gt;, manly type. So much for having 2 brothers at home when these kinda chores are still left to me. ): I have to sand the gate down and get 2 coats of paint up. But since I am looking on the bright side, it's a good way to suntan myself. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone nice walks by so that I could pounce on him/her to be my next victim and get him/her to help me out! And then I could sit and sip some lemonade. HAHAHA. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that, I think I am going to move my piano out of my piano room because I do not like the way my piano sounds in a confined area. But my brother would sooner whack me than allow me to do that. Pffft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Pachelbel Canon in D and in C last night. You have no idea how the fluidity of it all helped me. Somehow, it felt like it was sipping through my fingertips into my being and suddenly, I could find peace and tranquility around me. Was in a rather rah-rah-rah mood yesterday because of the lack of sleep, or rather, too much sleep. Meehee! But all's well that ends well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think my laptop is trying to play games with me. ): Last night, it kept screwing up on me for all it was worth. This morning when I woke up, I tried again and it screwed up somemore on me. And now, just as I was typing this entry on my brother's desktop (pssst! Don't tell him aight? ;p ), I switched on my laptop and suddenly, it's working perfectly fine. Purring like a fine lil kitty. Rahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go the library in a bit to return all the books I got before The Letter comes in AGAIN. Last month, I got a letter from the library because my books were long overdued since I was using them for my assignments. That set my mum into a fine uppity mood since there was so many books and it was overdue for so long. I think The Letter might be coming in today. :X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission &lt;i&gt;Possible&lt;/i&gt; for today: Intercept The Letter before it gets into my mum's hands. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115552639693879412?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115552639693879412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115552639693879412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115552639693879412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115552639693879412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/laptop-screwed.html' title='Laptop screwed!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115545680900569725</id><published>2006-08-13T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:13:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays are love!</title><content type='html'>I love Sundays because Sundays are days that I get to have my parents all to myself. ;) My sister would be at NAFA having dance classes while my brothers would be home gaming away. So I get to go out alone with my parents. Blessed blessed feeling. I love! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the fireworks last night with Mr PTB (Pilot Trainee Boy). Hahaha. Can't say the fireworks were magnificent though. It was aight, I guess. For the most part, I was just listening to the little kids &lt;i&gt;wahh-ing&lt;/i&gt; away. Total ace I tell you, just listening to them &lt;i&gt;wahh-ing&lt;/i&gt; away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahh! I think I am getting the European fever. I just got 2 books. One was Weekend in Paris while the other's Tuscany for Beginners. I have just about made up my mind that I am going to gallivanting around France and Italy when I grow up. Or rather, when I have enough ka-ching! in my bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on Wednesday, I can't wait! So much for trying to cut down my expenditures. Rahh! Someone should probably hold onto my wallet when I go out so that I have to go through someone before I get to buy whatever I want to buy. But not when the person's a bigger shopper than me! Hehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish tmr's Wednesday! ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mum was just saying that she is going to send all of us (the 4 kids) to take up different sports over the weekends, instead of being cooped up at home gaming away. And so, I think Oliver's going to go for Muay Thai which he wants so much and I don't because that means he can whack me better. ): I is going to go back to sailing. Emma has her dancing while Vince. Erm. I don't know. He has too much homework at hand to think of other sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam! Get your arse online right now, hear? Now now now! ;) And thanks again yo! For wanting the best for me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115545680900569725?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115545680900569725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115545680900569725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115545680900569725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115545680900569725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/sundays-are-love.html' title='Sundays are love!'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115535817184648865</id><published>2006-08-12T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:50:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;翻开回忆想起爱傻笑的你, 自己也不知不觉地傻笑了. 因为有你在心里, 我才觉得那么的温暖, 那么的幸福.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115535817184648865?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115535817184648865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115535817184648865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115535817184648865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115535817184648865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_12.html' title='回忆'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11729923.post-115531487401622553</id><published>2006-08-12T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:48:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You.</title><content type='html'>Dear You, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;BR&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;BR&gt;You can call me up&lt;BR&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll cry with you&lt;BR&gt;Maybe I will just hold you tight&lt;BR&gt;But no matter what it is&lt;BR&gt;I will never let you bear it all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you will only get the dial-tone and nothing more&lt;BR&gt;Maybe one day I'll not be there anymore&lt;BR&gt;If you thought that I've left you&lt;BR&gt;Just reach deep into your heart because that's where I will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;BR&gt;Sincerely Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11729923-115531487401622553?l=wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/feeds/115531487401622553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11729923&amp;postID=115531487401622553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115531487401622553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11729923/posts/default/115531487401622553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wecollide-youandi.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-you.html' title='Dear You.'/><author><name>' laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341958111104749506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COXLS0rsQQc/SLJ9tdl4jbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UUpgqvZztFA/S220/A+Sea+of+Dreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
