<?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-11245355</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:57:45.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my certain dream.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-5797992340724594554</id><published>2008-11-19T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:34:29.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved: http://www.shuang-ah.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-5797992340724594554?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-6817273810511154640</id><published>2008-11-11T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:20:51.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/28082008006.jpg" width="320" breadth="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots! brings back memories :D&lt;br /&gt;that day we were rehearsing for teachers' day concert.&lt;br /&gt;heda, tricia and i were playing and took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;left to right: heda, me and tricia ah ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its has really been long since i blogged about my life.&lt;br /&gt;ahahas. erm. basically. jc life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but its brightened up with great friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. i'm not emo-ing people.&lt;br /&gt;its just artistic :D&lt;br /&gt;don't you think so? ohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/Photo-0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/Photo-0019.jpg" width="320" breadth="240"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; this is my table during the Os! i was studying physics (so history, lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so sad. &lt;br /&gt;friends are playing.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm studying. &lt;br /&gt;but hey! its going to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;dating with haniza &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying, lol.&lt;br /&gt;i had a nightmare this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm guilty of not wearing my retainers.&lt;br /&gt;and demon king sent me a warning.&lt;br /&gt;- i dreamt that my teeth went crooked sia! &lt;br /&gt;disaster!! &lt;br /&gt;its like i spent almost 5 years with that thing can.&lt;br /&gt;eh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took yang shuo vaccination at ttsh.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny. lols. &lt;br /&gt;tai hong was screaming like a girl can.&lt;br /&gt;i think our yang shuo trip is going to be laughing camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. gwen is a busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;21st - 23 Nov: ODAC camp&lt;br /&gt;1st - 8 Dec: Yang Shuo trip&lt;br /&gt;15 - 17 Dec: NUS camp&lt;br /&gt;i want my holidays back :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather stay at home and sleep the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, gwen will study!!&lt;br /&gt;RE-EXAMS, YOU SUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-6817273810511154640?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/6817273810511154640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=6817273810511154640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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就你和我&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;像土壤抓紧花的迷惑  像天空缠绵雨的汹涌&lt;br /&gt;在你的身后  计算的步伐每个背影每个场景  都有  发过的梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;带我走  到遥远的以后&lt;br /&gt;带走我  一个人自转的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;带我走  就算我的爱  你的自由都将成为泡沫&lt;br /&gt;我不怕  带我走&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;每次我总独自远走  抱持缄默  不皱眉头&lt;br /&gt;这次你却说一起走  彼此温柔  从此以后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. its finally out.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the full version of the song xD&lt;br /&gt;I like the lyrics - think its very... meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCZE WE DEAR!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(in advance; its on 4 nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hope you've enjoyed yourself :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunday, we went to Madjack's Cafe to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So sorry that i could make it for the 'games', hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On the way home, ellis &amp;amp; i dropped off at the wrong stop, hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was so dark there can? &amp;amp; the bus took forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&amp;amp; we talked quite long over the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it has been so long when we've done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my life is super out of balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;things coming in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what do i really want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i don't know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tell me, how can i be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;AND OP IS OVER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and here comes I&amp;amp;R, and GPF. &amp;amp; re-exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When people are celebrating the end of pw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm studying. studying. &amp;amp;studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-5687572070376399657?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/5687572070376399657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=5687572070376399657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/5687572070376399657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/5687572070376399657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='带我走'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-7016521288629303289</id><published>2008-11-02T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:00:44.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to delete you, blog :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-7016521288629303289?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/7016521288629303289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=7016521288629303289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7016521288629303289'/><link 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relaxed for As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey..&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的人说不清哪里好　但就是谁都替代不了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-5075900383626010396?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/5075900383626010396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=5075900383626010396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/5075900383626010396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/5075900383626010396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahas.html' title='hahahas'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-4137602497507353848</id><published>2008-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:07:38.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally..</title><content type='html'>it has been long since i ever logged in to blogspot. but i'm not in for ranting on my life. let's just see when i have the urge to start :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nan Quan Mama's &lt;span&gt;下雨天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;下雨天了怎么办 我好想你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;不敢打给你 我找不到原因 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;为什么失眠的声音 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;变得好熟悉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;沉默的场景 做你的代替 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;陪我等雨停 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;期待让人越来越沉溺 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;谁和我一样 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;等不到他的谁 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;爱上你我总在学会 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;寂寞的滋味 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;一个人撑伞 一个人擦泪 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;一个人好累 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;怎样的雨 怎样的夜 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;怎样的我能让你更想念 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;雨要多大 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;天要多黑 才能够有你的体贴 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;其实 没有我你分不清那些 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;差别 结局还能多明显&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;别说你会难过 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;别说你想改变 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;被爱的人不用道歉 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sometimes, just sometimes. i will recall back those times. i thought over my decisions. and i thought, 'i must be really dumb'. and i guess i'm still dumb now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-4137602497507353848?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/4137602497507353848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=4137602497507353848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/4137602497507353848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/4137602497507353848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='finally..'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-5245736883896474666</id><published>2007-11-25T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:38:21.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so...</title><content type='html'>and so... the Os are over!! and gwendaline is enjoying her busy holidays :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while typing this post, my oreo cheesecake is in the oven - spent the evening making it XD hope it turns out well!! there's so much things i've done... learning to bake, yoga, colouring using photoshop (thanks to kath)... but there's still more!! the clique has went celebrating, shopping, biking, movies, bbq-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haniza and i just went for yoga yesterday - my entire body's aching, hahas.. hope she's doing fine :p even though i have decided to let Japanese dramas dominate my holidays, but in the end I've not been touching any of them. instead i'm crazy about WHY WHY LOVE. it's super cute, mike he and rainie yang looked really good together :D but the ending's too abrupt, keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly... our dear shuxian has took off yesterday morning to Australia~ bon voyage!!! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-5245736883896474666?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/5245736883896474666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=5245736883896474666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/5245736883896474666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/5245736883896474666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so.html' title='and so...'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-2430432724825017087</id><published>2007-11-07T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:03:08.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been long..</title><content type='html'>in the midst of battling with the Os, i'm here to give myself a breather. *breathe* today is 07-11! - mdm padma's birthday!! the class went to her house and celebrated with her. had fun there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, my interest in blood types rose again. and i'm not surprised if anyone came across any articles saying that personality can be derived from blood types. so let's take a look at some of them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with blood type A have a deep-rooted strength that helps them stay calm in a crisis when everyone else is panicking. However, they tend to avoid confrontation, and feel very uncomfortable around people. A types are shy and sometimes withdrawn. They seek harmony and are very polite, but all the same feel that they never really fit in with others. A types are very responsible. If there is a job to be done, they prefer to take care of it themselves. These people crave success and are perfectionists. They are also very creative, and the most artistic of all the blood types, most likely because of their sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;People with blood type B are the most practical of the blood                  groups. They are specialists in what they do. When they start                  a project, they spend extra time understanding and trying to follow                  directions than others might. When they are doing something, all                  of their attention is focused on it. They tend to stick to a goal                  and follow it through to the end, even if it seems impossible.                  They tend to be less than cooperative, as they like to follow                  their own rules and their own ideas. They are individualists.                  B type people pay attention to their thoughts a little more than                  their feelings, and therefore can sometimes seem cold and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with blood type O people are outgoing, energetic and social. They are the most flexible of the blood types. They easily start up projects but often have trouble following through because they give up easily. They are flighty and not too dependable. O types always say what's on their mind. They value the opinion of others and like to be the center of attention. Also, people with O blood are extremely self-confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type AB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with blood type AB are hard to categorize. They can have characteristics on both ends of the spectrum at the same time. For instance, they are both shy and outgoing. They easily switch from one opposite to another. AB people are trustworthy and responsible, but can't handle it when too much is asked of them. They don't mind doing favors or helping out, as long as its on their own conditions. People with this blood type are interested in art and metaphysics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: &lt;a href="http://www.issendai.com/"&gt;issendai's lair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know your blood type? go donate blood - charity eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-2430432724825017087?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/2430432724825017087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=2430432724825017087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/2430432724825017087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/2430432724825017087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-long.html' title='it&apos;s been long..'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-7026810220319160054</id><published>2007-07-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:59:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>FAMOUS 5. a stupid corny name which ms chua has given us. (hahaha) but as time goes by, it's something which we belong to. something which bonds us together. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sera sera - whatever will be, will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-7026810220319160054?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/7026810220319160054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=7026810220319160054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7026810220319160054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7026810220319160054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/07/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-1975424248822821383</id><published>2007-06-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:16:43.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when angels cry</title><content type='html'>for the last 3 days, we've attended the 'I'm gifted, so are you' seminar. it was very enriching and i felt very... touched by the speeches in the end. how our friends around us each poured our true emotions to everyone present, and promise themselves to improve for the better. let's all hope that the motivation will not fade away :D strive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Angels Cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Janis Ian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait Your tired arms must rest&lt;br /&gt;Let this moment pass&lt;br /&gt;Wait until the morning&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and you will see&lt;br /&gt;who you used to be&lt;br /&gt;left without a warning&lt;br /&gt;Who knew one so big could grow so small&lt;br /&gt;Lighter than the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When angels cry, can I stand by&lt;br /&gt;When stones weep, can my heart sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd never heard, wish I'd never heard&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd never heard&lt;br /&gt;the power of a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause only love will matter in the end&lt;br /&gt;for a woman or a man&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference now&lt;br /&gt;Here we live with bottles&lt;br /&gt;and needles and truth&lt;br /&gt;Here is your living proof&lt;br /&gt;that death cannot be proud&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's a judgement on us all&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that God could be that small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When angels cry, can I stand by&lt;br /&gt;When stones weep, can my heart sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd never heard, wish I'd never heard&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd never heard&lt;br /&gt;the power of a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;If ever was a rose that longed to bloom&lt;br /&gt;If ever was a heart that longed to fly&lt;br /&gt;If ever was an angel, it was you&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When angels cry, I can't stand by&lt;br /&gt;When stones weep, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've finally learned&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've finally learned&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've finally learned&lt;br /&gt;that love is just a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;Hope is just a four letter word&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-1975424248822821383?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/1975424248822821383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=1975424248822821383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/1975424248822821383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/1975424248822821383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-angels-cry.html' title='when angels cry'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-7862967530469164757</id><published>2007-05-19T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:16:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sixteen :D</title><content type='html'>a big thank you for all of your birthday presents and wishes, i appreciate it lots :D Actually, it's only this year that i realise the true meaning of birthday. it is not a day to hang out with friends late at night, or receive a lot of presents. It is a day when you remember and think about the pains and worries that the lady who gave birth to you - your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday, devote some time to her, let her know you appreciate her, for giving birth to you. Not every woman is willing to go through such pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies wise, i can't blame anyone but me. if i started my revision one month before, it wouldn't be like this. when i received my paper from mdm padma, i feel very disappointed in myself. i know she feels disappointed in me. i can tell from her eyes. it's not the first time. i will work harder. i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people who study, revise intensively weeks before, or maybe even months before, if they do badly, they can cry. But it's absurd to have someone, who didn't study, and revised last minute to cry when they fail. i keep telling myself that. i don't even have the right to cry. i don't deserve any sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we attended the YMCA youth for causes official launch. when wanru and i re-watched the farewell video yesterday, many thoughts went through our minds. whatever happened in these few years had been meaningful to me. Being part of the famous 5 is my honour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i heard that a new famous 4 was formed. I thought. I pondered. I realised. it is coming to an end. after these two big projects - small steps big hearts and annual campfire, i'm really putting guides down. or am i? i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe 'putting down' has crossed my mind for many times, but they merely 'crossed' and never did materialise. will i be able to put it down? looking at my papers, i have a firm decision. i need to. i had to. but i want to carry my reponsibilties till the very end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me i'll always find a job. (hahahahaha) i thought it wasn't true. why? because there's strong competition. with my skills, untrained, unprofessional, purely self-taught. how can i survive? anyone who fiddle with the photoshop or the pencil in one year, will definately achieve the same standards as me. there are many things which i want to try. so many things which i love to do. how? the future seems so bleak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'focus on your Os now' - that was what i was always told. it's true, but... have you ever thought of where you want to go? i feel like i'm rowing a boat in the mist, you can't see where you are going, but you keep rowing and rowing. and somehow, you'll get to somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we met our mentor for YMCA youth for causes. He's a very enthusiastic man. When he said that he recommended me to study media arts in polytechnic, i was with mixed emotions. did he really mean it? i'm not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days before my birthday, i was thinking of writing a card for close friends.. i keep thinking.  if you think that i don't care about our friendship anymore, you're wrong. i care. i care and i really care. i care so much that i don't want to hurt both of us anymore. i think the current situation is best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, i went to friendster, i read your previous testimonials to me. everything happened so fast that i didn't realised that our friendship became a bridge with no support at the sides to hold on to. Small animals may be able to cross, but neither of us are able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the conversations between us? it's no longer about us, like those times in the past. we changed. our distance widened. i know i'm responsible for it. i won't ask for anything more from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANBATTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-7862967530469164757?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/7862967530469164757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=7862967530469164757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7862967530469164757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7862967530469164757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-sixteen-d.html' title='sweet sixteen :D'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-2276212546156736722</id><published>2007-04-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:56:07.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ambitious girl.</title><content type='html'>(ahahaha) gwendaline is an ambitious girl. when tomorrow comes, it will be officially one month before my chinese Os. On this day, i declare my last few posts to my blog.. until the end of Os. can't help but to get stressed. Today, 6 days away from our mid-year exams, and i haven't complete revising a single subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want the same thing to happen everytime exams comes. since the beginning of Sec 3, i have never written notes for exams. It's time i get out of this lifestyle... gwendaline... WAKE UP. STOP SLEEPING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-2276212546156736722?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/2276212546156736722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=2276212546156736722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/2276212546156736722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/2276212546156736722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/04/ambitious-girl.html' title='ambitious girl.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-8615159958034686351</id><published>2007-04-06T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:47:43.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>now and then...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would think back about my life..&lt;br /&gt;those times i had when i was in secondary two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would choose, i would want to go back. back to where everything started.&lt;br /&gt;i want to erase everything away. everything is so congested now that i can't even breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i needn't care.&lt;br /&gt;if i needn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe. i want to trust. but now, it's so hard.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's my duty. no, it's our duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel as if i'm the only person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop pressurising me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to work hard. i really want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-8615159958034686351?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/8615159958034686351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=8615159958034686351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/8615159958034686351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/8615159958034686351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-366512891975899532</id><published>2007-03-16T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:52:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy like a bee.</title><content type='html'>buzz.... i'm busy like a bee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm busy. but it's just that i can't stop the procastinating me. i should really start work. my homework, projects and assignments. START!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is dedicated to EUGENIA LAU, SHUXIAN and CRESSA :D they are the march babies! (ahahas) HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you three!! (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START WORK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-366512891975899532?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/366512891975899532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=366512891975899532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/366512891975899532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/366512891975899532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-like-bee.html' title='busy like a bee.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-8778204000506483998</id><published>2007-03-01T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:54:47.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st March</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the day. i can't seem to stop myself from being anxious. at 1030, when everyone else would be at school, having lessons, gwendaline is going to be in NUH, getting ready for the operation. it would last at least an hour. although the operation will not cause any serious side effects... it's a simple opt, but it's still scary &gt; _ &lt; please let all things go smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-8778204000506483998?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/8778204000506483998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=8778204000506483998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/8778204000506483998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/8778204000506483998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/03/1st-march.html' title='1st March'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-7174453248524538316</id><published>2007-02-25T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:38:19.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time i updated. (hahs) i'm supposed to make eugin a blogskin... and i haven't. (oh no...) gwendaline shall update about her supposingly last thinking day as a secondary school guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy is the Guide who can be trusted in all things; for she will be strength to many.&lt;br /&gt;happy is the Guide who is always ready to help; she will gain more than she gives.&lt;br /&gt;happy is the Guide who forgets herself for others; she will never know the meaning of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;happy is the Guide who has learnt to obey gladly; for she is fit to lead.&lt;br /&gt;happy is the Guide who can laugh when life is hard; for hers is the strength of courage.&lt;br /&gt;happy is the Guide whose life is controlled; for she will bring bright light into dark places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Guide laws Beautitudes. i've picked some of them which i thought brought me back to who i am now. uptill now, i'll keep chasing my own happiness. so... to everyone out there, who are feeling wearied, disappointed and can't go on any longer, pick yourself up and go on bravely. don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the world flag proudly rose, i wonder if i would be able to see it again. guiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/think07-whole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/think07-00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/think07-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/think07-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/think07-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/think07-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;that hand with a mole is mine &gt; _ &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is so funny. when she called the kfc delivery, she said 'hello, KFC here.' not with a question mark, but with a full stop. she should go work there as a phone-picker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-7174453248524538316?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/7174453248524538316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=7174453248524538316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7174453248524538316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/7174453248524538316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-time-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116955148340879365</id><published>2007-01-23T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T03:24:43.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chori chori</title><content type='html'>i'm addicted to Chori Chori. Maybe i've been influenced by the indian culture since the 2 weeks i've spent in Chennai.. But i'll get very hyper whenever i listen to that song ! - mood lifter :D HAPPY HAPPY ^--^ after listening to that song, i caused havoc in ms loh's extra lessons and scze we and i kept pestering her (hoho), ms loh is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual Sports meet is coming :D 4E1 will win again~~ WOO!! let's participate!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry test is tomorrow, got to go study!! GANBATTE everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116955148340879365?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116955148340879365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116955148340879365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116955148340879365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116955148340879365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/01/chori-chori.html' title='chori chori'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116931247920666447</id><published>2007-01-20T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T09:01:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin(:</title><content type='html'>made a new blogskin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cressa, shuxian and suzanna came over today to do geography project, and we completed it!! - efficiency (: yesterday was the first official meeting for majority of the uniform groups, and i'm sure the seniors have cracked their brains, and worked very hard for it. Many are disappointed due to the numbers, but i guess, every CCAs have their ups and downs. If it's good all the way, no one will bother to put in effort to make it better. only when their PUSHED to their limits, then they'll discover their potential and bring out the best in themselves. and thus, bringing the CCA to the highest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'my certain dream' - well, everyone has dreams, and for this year, 2007 - my last year in Bowen (hopefully), gwendaline wishes that every graduating student, achieve their dreams and goals. the past doesn't matter, it's now, when you work hard, that you really can prove to everyone that you can do it. if you're tired of seeing disappointed faces, heed my advice - 'Work hard, and prove your worth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all work hard together(:&lt;br /&gt;GANBATTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116931247920666447?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116931247920666447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116931247920666447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116931247920666447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116931247920666447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116867911293107141</id><published>2007-01-13T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:05:12.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers bloom;</title><content type='html'>gwendaline is doing her best, to try to cope with everything - her feelings, her friends, her studies, her passion. it's my first time blogging in this year. how can i be ready? to face everyone and myself once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i'll be lying if i said 'i'm okay', 'don't worry about me' or 'i've gotten over it'. past few weeks, heavy rain poured into the city, and at the same time, those droplets rained over me. when is it going to stop? i asked - when? it seemed as if it was never going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment, gwendaline is still struggling with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she, who whenever had a cut&lt;br /&gt;always let the blood flow&lt;br /&gt;let it dry, and it'll harden&lt;br /&gt;but this time&lt;br /&gt;because the cut was so deep&lt;br /&gt;she had no choice&lt;br /&gt;but to panic&lt;br /&gt;and wrap the wounds&lt;br /&gt;with endless blindings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the more she wrap&lt;br /&gt;the pressure on the wounds&lt;br /&gt;is greater&lt;br /&gt;hence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood gushes out.&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if it'll never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, gwendaline will do her best. GOGOGO! GANBATTE!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the nov-dec holidays, gwendaline had lots of fun!! - Chennai was a great new experience~ will upload the photos up soon :) will update on guides camp, sec 1 camp, CCA open house, etc etc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ate medicine... sleepy now... (yawns)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116867911293107141?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116867911293107141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116867911293107141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116867911293107141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116867911293107141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2007/01/flowers-bloom.html' title='flowers bloom;'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116331568373948754</id><published>2006-11-11T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:15:25.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving:SINGAPORE.</title><content type='html'>in a few more hours, i'll be taking off, leaving my home. my country. my family. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my destination - chennai, india. i was very reluctant to leave Singapore yesterday night, so i refused to pack my stuff. and i got scolding, and fell asleep halfway through the packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss lots of things. and i will look forward to alot of things - especially the beach near mdm padma's house :) and will do quite alot of shopping !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to haniza's house yesterday and ate ALOT... left her house quite late, the skies were dark... was so afraid that someone was in the lift... so scary... fortunately... i left there safely! haniza wanted our safe return from chennai as a present :) how sweet XD thanks for the invitation, the food was DELICIOUS :D love the sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... what else... it's my first time taking aeroplane (O . O) and i'm... excited :D gonna take lots of photos ! hope i dont forget the dance steps... and thanks to everyone who smsed me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will bring back presents :D eugenia will get a HUNK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHENNAI:&lt;/span&gt; here i come~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116331568373948754?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116331568373948754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116331568373948754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116331568373948754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116331568373948754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/11/leavingsingapore.html' title='leaving:SINGAPORE.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116307815572360031</id><published>2006-11-09T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T05:18:08.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit late but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCZE WE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i couldn't attend the steam boat :( something cropped up... but this post is dedicated to YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Scze We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;is a good friend. a very good one... although she's my ex and current, she's still very sweet :) always cheers me up when my mood is no good... and she's part of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;ZHUBAJIE&lt;/span&gt; committee (: although sometimes will bully me... with wanru :( ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... she's honest and good in studies ! (ahahahas) a good girl! last time got long hair.. now cut shorter le :p she's someone you can trust and someone who treasures her friendship. and of course... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SCZE WE ROCKS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116307815572360031?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116307815572360031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116307815572360031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116307815572360031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116307815572360031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-bit-late-but.html' title='a little bit late but...'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116307712075815346</id><published>2006-11-09T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T04:58:40.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping :p</title><content type='html'>my father was away last week. so my family went on shopping spree :D bought lots and lots of things ! 2 tops, 1 bottom, 1 jacket, 1 dress, socks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then recently, went out with ellis and her mum after school.. shopped at toa payoh for so many things.... track shoes.. and 2 tops :D then hor... someone chased me home :( ahahahas. auntie was so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, instead of studying, went shopping with mum again at seiyu :) bought 3 tops, 1 bottom, 1 jacket :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep shopping. will die. bill come. jump. (ahahahas)&lt;br /&gt;but the stuff were for the trip :D most of them :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116307712075815346?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116307712075815346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116307712075815346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116307712075815346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116307712075815346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/11/shopping-p.html' title='shopping :p'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116307659693535533</id><published>2006-11-09T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T04:49:57.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr dominic goh.</title><content type='html'>he is SO CUTE. (LOL) and he treated us carrot cake (yummy..), and pookwee ran the errand for us. That time super hungry and sleepy... keep thinking of FOOD... actually wanted mr goh to treat us pizza... then he complain say that the chennai air tickets expensive, then he need to save... then we say him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiam siap&lt;/span&gt;, and use child/cheap labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the briefing-cum-rehearsal, we kept laughing with his lame, crude and sometimes funny jokes. mr ng also :D they like  buddy like that. mr goh kept wanting to share with us his experience... then we keep interupting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ng is vegetarian ! :) - maths teachers like all vegetarian like that. (ahahahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENNAI flight is ONLY THIS COMING SUNDAY. it's like so fast... looking forward to it ^__^ excited... excited... going SHOPPING ! go SIGHT SEEING! go HOTEL ! go TAKE PHOTOS ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't packed finished stuff :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116307659693535533?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116307659693535533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116307659693535533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116307659693535533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116307659693535533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-dominic-goh.html' title='mr dominic goh.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116256182441913956</id><published>2006-11-03T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:56:26.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>touched. my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;today, we celebrated SCZE WE's birthday :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the chennai performance... is COMPLETED :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and... i ate mutarbak with HANIZA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eugeniaLAU treated us fishballs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;was very touched in the bus stop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the skies were darkening. i felt someone stroking me at the back. when i turned, this fair skinned toddler smiled at me. beside him there's this lady who nodded her head at me and warmly said 'hello !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this lady was carrying her big backpack. stuffed with many things. she had short highlighted hair, and a pair of eyes which will wane when she smiles. she wore a simple white top, and three quarter jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nodded and smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Facing her child, she said slowly, 'i - lo-ve yo-u',  ' i love you very much'. she repeated it over a few times. Patiently, she guided her child through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;syllables. I listened. Each time repeats the words, my heart gets warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought over her actions - one way, she's teaching her child how speak. and another way, she's conveying her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mother's love is unmeasurable. thinking of her, it'll make one think twice over his/her actions. even if she's not around with you, think how she wants you to be. ganbatte, 1381 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i love you, i love you very much.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116256182441913956?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116256182441913956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116256182441913956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116256182441913956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116256182441913956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/11/touched-my-life.html' title='touched. my life.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116230736595758590</id><published>2006-10-31T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:09:27.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nono. demon king. hyorin :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nono - demon king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met demon king yesterday, 'cause i was in pain yesterday.. i knew there was a new tooth coming out from the lower jaw... wisdom tooth. bloody hell :(  due to the emerging tooth, my gum is pushed up. As there was no tooth for the upper end tooth to support on for a long time, it began to slowly move down by its own. so now, the current situation is that... i'm bitting on my own gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono's good friend told me that i had an infection on the wounds caused by the continuous friction between my upper tooth and my lower gum. that's why i was experiencing pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time since i last saw demon king. i forgot his real name :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he inspected my condition, he suggested two different kinds of treatment: surgery or put a 'mouth guard'. i hate surgeries. i went through the last surgery with great pains. i had to keep thinking of NANA... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, i'm feeling better now :) even went shopping with mum. but i'm having soft food diet :( no nachos and cheese. no cheese burger. no pizza with extra cheese. i miss cheese. i'm seeing nono soon... he's going to scold me again :( say that i'm a troublesome patient. he just praised me last thursday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hyorin :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyorin is the girl in GOONG which is not very well-liked by GOONG fans. (sad sad) i sympathise her actually. and i think she's really pretty ! she also acted in WISHING STAIRS, a horror movie :) watched it with haniza and ellis in haniza's house. ellis was so frightened, kept using the pillow to block, but still want to watch. (LOL) we also watched hilary duff's A CINDERELLA STORY. was great! the guy's charming (: ate ALOT at haniza's house ! double chin.. double chin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid...STUPID !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, my mum dropped me off at the back gate... then i didn't know the gate was closed until my mum left. so i had to walk to front gate myself. at first i was wondering where to go. looked left. looked right. right more people. so i walked left. then walked halfway then realised that i took the long way !! what's more... there's this middle-aged man smoking in front of me. BLOODY HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116230736595758590?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116230736595758590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116230736595758590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116230736595758590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116230736595758590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/nono-demon-king-hyorin-d.html' title='nono. demon king. hyorin :D'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116177723413175172</id><published>2006-10-25T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T04:53:54.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after today; tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is their last day. perhaps maybe even today, for some. the sec 4s have officially ended school. the canteen vendors are leaving. imagine selling things here for so many years, they are, like ministers of a country, strings of a guitar. But, it seems that the school has decided to change the old strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years i've been in Bowen. Getting teased by the uncle in drinks stall, getting scoldings from the auntie there, joking with the malay stall uncle, chatting with the tibits stall auntie, and playing with the noodle stall auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss getting sprinkled by the drinks stall uncle.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss the naggings of the drinks stall auntie.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss the smile on uncle richman.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss returning coffee cups back to the tibits stall for the auntie.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss her 'good morning's during canteen duties.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss auntie's noodles.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss her fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss her wanton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time, i'm not at all bothered about my results. i'm just depressed by the fact that they're leaving. 3 years. more than that they've worked here. their memories. their friends. their feelings towards Bowen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to eat a lot tomorrow :D in the canteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116177723413175172?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116177723413175172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116177723413175172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116177723413175172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116177723413175172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-after-today-tomorrow.html' title='the day after today; tomorrow.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116169533389927160</id><published>2006-10-24T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:08:53.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at my sec 2 juniors reminds me of myself. how flustered i was, over the subject combinations, the class, and my current classmates. it brings me back to the end of school term in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's msn nicknames were bidding farewell to 2E3 - talking about the memories, about missing, etc. But truthfully, we didn't do much with each other. there wasn't any class gatherings or outings. how werid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading classmates' blogs, our class photos are all over. there were even people who questioned if we would acknowledge each other even if we're of different classes. (ahahas) thinking back, these questions don't really bother anymore, do they? life still moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow... it does matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116169533389927160?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116169533389927160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116169533389927160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116169533389927160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116169533389927160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/looking-at-my-sec-2-juniors-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116167800904344062</id><published>2006-10-24T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:19:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANANAS(:</title><content type='html'>Research has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depression:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; According to a  recent survey undertaken by MIND amongst people suffering from depression,  many felt much better after eating a banana. This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the body converts into  serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood and generally make  you feel happier. PMS: Forget the pills - eat a banana. The vitamin B6 it  contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Anemia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; High in iron,  bananas can stimulate the production of haemoglobin in the blood and so  helps in cases of anemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood  Pressure:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This unique  tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it  the perfect to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and  stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Brain  Power:&lt;/span&gt; 200 students at a  Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped through their exams this year by  eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their  brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist  learning by making pupils more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constipation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; High in fiber,  including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Morning  Sickness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Snacking on bananas  between meals helps to keep blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mosquito  bites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Before reaching for  the insect bite cream, try rubbing the affected area with the inside of a  banana skin. Many people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling  and irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nerves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Bananas are high in  B vitamins that help calm the nervous system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Overweight  and at work?&lt;/span&gt; Studies at the  Institute of  Psychology in  Austria found pressure  at work leads to gorging on comfort food like chocolate and crisps. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers found the most obese were  more likely to be in high-pressure jobs. The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our blood sugar  levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every two hours to keep  levels steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ulcers:&lt;/span&gt; The banana is used  as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without  distress in over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and  reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Smoking:&lt;/span&gt; Bananas can also  help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12 they contain, as well  as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body recover from  the effects of nicotine withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Potassium is a  vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat, sends oxygen to the  brain and regulates your body's water balance. When we are stressed, our  metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels. These can be  rebalanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Strokes:&lt;/span&gt; According to  research in "The New England Journal of Medicine, "eating bananas as part  of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills. When you compare it to  an apple, it has four times the protein, twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the  other vitamins and minerals. It is also rich in potassium and is one of  the best value foods around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe its time to change that  well-known phrase so&lt;br /&gt;that we say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A  banana a day keeps the doctor away!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116167800904344062?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116167800904344062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116167800904344062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116167800904344062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116167800904344062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/bananas.html' title='BANANAS(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116142449650922059</id><published>2006-10-21T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:54:56.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hertiageTRAIL :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/trail002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sri veeramakaliamman temple(: crowded :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/trail001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME ! at fort canning's fort gate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 0650am despite watching movie until 2am in the morning. (keke) eyes were red...  then got ready for the trail reached the destinated place EARLY. (yay) and SOMEONE made us wait for half an hour :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we took a train to little india and walked to the hindu temple and saw one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cai shen ye&lt;/span&gt;, God of Fortune standing outside the temple, giving out red packets. (ahaha) so werid... there was one tourist standing in the middle of the road taking a photo in front of the temple, lucky never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; knocked down. today is Deepavali (: the streets of little india are filled with male hindus, the jasmine garlands and cars honking. bustling indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, when we boarded the train in little india to chinatown... i melted. a group of japanese high school pupils walked in - in their uniforms. i was like 'oh my gosh!' and i couldn't help but keep smiling. ellis and wanru suggested that i should fall and attract their attention. baka. if there was a REALLY cute and drop-dead-gorgeous&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; japanese guy, i would. but there wasn't. (ahaha) they are just cute, a lot cuter singaporean guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellis keep saying that they'll drop off at different stop. but they dropped off at CHINATOWN ! - same as us!! i was like grinning from ear to ear... at the station, there were more japanese... so fashionable... (k-ya!) while walking down the pagoda street, there were a lot too... ! was sad that they went to the hindu temple.. but not the mosque... (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to Japan !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued the trail, walking from Chinatown to Fort Canning, then to Fullerton. no japanese. but there were koreans(: (ahahahas) why are they so fashionable ?!! i bought a horoscope book in the middle of the trail and started reading at the singapore river when ellis kept laughing. funny meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside us sitting were some flag day people. so sick. they were asking people around to donate money, while we were trying to avoid them - not because we didn't want to donate, but not to them. besides, we already donated our coins at little india :p then there was this guy ! (argh) stupid rude fellow. forget it. don't want to say him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at macdonalds and talked for a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went home. and saw no japanese on the way :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mid-Autumn Festival(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/aut001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chio bu horhs?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/aut002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chang e's sexy back.. guys, don't nose bleed huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/aut003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing climax... cynthia &amp; eugin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dong jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/aut005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo-! haniza haniza HANIZA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VIVO CITY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo City is huge~ went with Suzanna, Shuxian, Ellis and Feli Tan(: almost got lost looking for the cinema... We watched Scoop and ate nachos and cheese :D the old man was hilarious. hmm... and the haze was very bad. we went to toy'rus and played with the stuff there... the toys are so cute XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/haze001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see Sentosa in the background.. the haze is really bad huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116142449650922059?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116142449650922059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116142449650922059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116142449650922059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116142449650922059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/hertiagetrail-d.html' title='hertiageTRAIL :D'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116117111081433701</id><published>2006-10-18T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T04:31:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'mHAPPY.lol.</title><content type='html'>i've long decided that this blog shall contain no sadness anymore(: But this can't be long, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gwendaline is a strong girl, keep smiling! you can do it!' - i keep telling myself that, and lately, the frequency increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl, who is barely 1.5m, short concave hairstyle, wear spectacles and wears braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, no longer cries over her results.&lt;br /&gt;She, no longer owns her security with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;She, no longer let others twirl her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is tired. Perhaps everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i'll hang on. So, please stop doing this to me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116117111081433701?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116117111081433701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116117111081433701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116117111081433701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116117111081433701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/imhappylol.html' title='i&apos;mHAPPY.lol.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-116005969091652038</id><published>2006-10-05T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:48:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gwenLOVESherlife</title><content type='html'>In everyone's lives, there'll always be obstacles. And in my point of view, obstacles help us grow(: imagine our lives as a movie, would it be interesting if everything were what you have expected? Life is full of surprises - and i love that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly years have past. I'm fifteen. Going on sixteen (: i love growing up. Our lives are made up of many different people - our family, our friends, our 'so-called enemies'. They can make you smile, cry, laugh and angry. We should always be grateful if anyone makes you smile. But be more grateful if he or she makes you cry or get angry - he or she allowed to experience the different tastes of our emotions. Practice compassion(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone wants to be loved and liked. No one likes to be hated. Neither despised. However, if one makes a mistake, you need not to push her to the end of the world to punish her. Look before you leap. Next time, if you're going to do something rush, think twice - will you hurt him/her? will you be happy if you did that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one benefits from it, what for hurt others when you can't be happy yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, you make your own decisions. 10% of life can't be controlled by you. But the 90% could be. If something unpleasant happens to you, it really depends on how you face it - i suggest facing it with a smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one chance to live as Gwendaline. If i would live again, i want to be me again. even if i know about the faults in my life, i will not mend it. I love it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's lives are different. It's unique, so appreciate it. Even if you tripped and fell, just remember that it's not the end of the world. If you pushed yourself up and swept away the dirt, you'll be the same again. But this time, a wiser you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is not about the number of breaths you take, but the number of breaths that took you away" - live it. enjoy it. it's your life. you make your decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-116005969091652038?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/116005969091652038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=116005969091652038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116005969091652038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/116005969091652038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/10/gwenlovesherlife.html' title='gwenLOVESherlife'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115945182456832599</id><published>2006-09-28T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T06:57:05.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>affection.</title><content type='html'>there are many kinds of affection: friendship, family or maybe something like... a crush. we humans show our affection in different kinds of way: a father shows his by giving his child a pat on his head and a warm smile; a mother kisses her children good night and tucks them in their beds; a friend shares your burden and make you smile again. Everyone has their own way of showing their affection to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one note: are you using the right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend may like you a lot, but, you must understand that at different situations, are you using the right way of showing your affection and care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it a thought(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being angry at you. i shall stop this. you do things without knowing that you're hurting me. forget it. i'm letting it go. it doesn't matter. anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115945182456832599?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115945182456832599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115945182456832599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115945182456832599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115945182456832599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/affection.html' title='affection.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115900573158715979</id><published>2006-09-23T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:21:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bowenGUIDESmaRitchieHIKE(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bowenGUIDESrocks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well done girls (: although it has been a tough journey for all of you, you girls still pressed on and peserved. good job ! i hope that all of you can believe in yourself more, and no longer doubting your abilities. all of you have great potentials ! strive on(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... we're very fortunate today to have auntie susan, uncle robert and mrs thoo to trek together with us(: thank you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;photos !:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving at the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warming up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful eh? couples can come MaRitchie and take wedding photos :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarking on the journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep walking ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanru ! my lovely companion throughout the hike(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugenia TAN, LAU and eleena(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jumped to get this view... eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie susan's sexy back... keke :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanru !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah...golf course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to have a dip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up in on the tower...the stairs made ppl have their heads spinning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with auntie susan at the suspension bridge(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the suspension bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time at the suspension bridge !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiley faces at the suspension bridge(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in bowen - bowen girl guides 1st company 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/hike019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all tired... that's all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gwendaline is too lazy to post the whole event up ! a picture tells a thousand words, there're 19 of them here, so... 19000 words!! i better don't add on... later people would be bored... (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, and if you girls want the photo, ask me on msn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115900573158715979?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115900573158715979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115900573158715979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115900573158715979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115900573158715979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/bowenguidesmaritchiehike.html' title='bowenGUIDESmaRitchieHIKE(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115863412702794231</id><published>2006-09-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:53:57.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forbiddenCITY(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kit chan was great!! her voice was very powerful. and i bought her cd - but now feel kind of cheated (eheheh) i didn't realise it was REALLY expensive until i bought it (ahahahas) but the cd was good -  i love the songs(: the musical was fantastic - it made gwendaline frown, smile, laugh and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i especially like the song 'i need him'. it was melodious and the lyrics were beautiful too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;the way he thinks, his earnest frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;the man, the god, the child, the clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;he makes each day a day to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;and makes each night a starry sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;the days alone, the nights of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;the tale the broken hearted tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;a life to live where passion's cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;within these walls of guilt and gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i learnt the role, i made the deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i know i'm not allowed to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i never meant to feel so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;the need to feel his gentle touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;like winter nights need fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;like temples need a shrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;like lovers need desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;like prophets need a shrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i need him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;can't he see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i need him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we took photos!! (whee !) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah... quick quick ! everyone can drool(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some japanese-looking ah pei look a photo of us posing like this too (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried fixing with photoshop... sorry... (&gt; " &lt;)  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile girls, smile !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't point point huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ahahas) scze we and weiqi who 'relunctantly' took this photo with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TWIST(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the escalator - only a good camera girl can do this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- forbiddenCITY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/fc009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuxian and eleena(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;the RSAF(: photos !&lt;/span&gt; (eheheh) i'm on photos frenzy today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid head, go away ! (jkjk!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the RSAF paper 'gateway' (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the seventh month was over ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke... like taking mtv like that, got wind blowing hair lehs :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helicopter !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some models of... some...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helicopter ! again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha! no one wants to play ah pei's game ! ah pei looks sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's that? who's that? it's junyang! keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tank? issit, issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugenia LAU and shu xian(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellis, wanru and me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugenia LAU asking uncle for way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pitiful three men who stood there very long! then ppl keep taking photos of them (ahahaas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group group photo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group group photo2(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/saf016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taadaa!! the RSAF open house 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115863412702794231?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115863412702794231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115863412702794231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115863412702794231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115863412702794231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/forbiddencity.html' title='forbiddenCITY(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115823157650650739</id><published>2006-09-14T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T03:59:36.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deepest sympathies...</title><content type='html'>A few hours ago, our war heroine, ms elizabeth choy, has passed away, at the age of 96. i offer my deepest sympathies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115823157650650739?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115823157650650739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115823157650650739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115823157650650739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115823157650650739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/deepest-sympathies.html' title='deepest sympathies...'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115805456913705257</id><published>2006-09-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:49:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>had a frightening experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at thomsom plaza after school, with my mom and sis,  and when we were leaving, my mom went to buy some 'butterfly', some kind of kueh. I was really tired, so i sat down on those put in a coin and will play some kiddy music and move seats, it was a Barney one. Without noticing three people who were just opposite me... Mr Tang, Mrs KUMAR and MRS DANAPAL... and i was sitting beside a purple dinosaur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope they didn't notice me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115805456913705257?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115805456913705257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115805456913705257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115805456913705257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115805456913705257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115780577675080823</id><published>2006-09-09T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T05:44:03.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NANA quizzes</title><content type='html'>Was rather bored when i stumbled upon some NANA quizzes, so i did a few(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DY/DYL/dylan12/1153293778_ana-Nana00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 316px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/Nao_kun/YOUREsachiko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end i'm sachiko... (depressed) but the other quiz said that i was Hachi...(depressed depressed) and sachiko's head looks like an egg... and she's a servant of demon king!! (omg...) but that means i can have SHOUJI!! (sparkles) COOL....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115780577675080823?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115780577675080823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115780577675080823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115780577675080823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115780577675080823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/nana-quizzes.html' title='NANA quizzes'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115771550548659178</id><published>2006-09-08T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T04:38:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKYHIGH(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIying&lt;br /&gt;meiYI&lt;br /&gt;yiLIN&lt;br /&gt;louis&lt;br /&gt;FAREEZ&lt;br /&gt;takuya&lt;br /&gt;shiHONG *mia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa-daa! my  skyHIGH darlings!! They have done me as a papa and HANIZA as a mama proud(: (ahahas) we won the BEST GROUP XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rather disappointing that shiHONG is M.issing.I.n.Action. today... but... the group was still wonderful(: love them! (ahahas) It was a great experience for myself as well, and i love the performance! - Vegetarian Durian Wolf who ended up getting killed by Takuya Kimura Samurai XD how cute! i particularly love the 'sayonara' part XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great job skyHIGH darlings, you guys are wonderful and papa and mama loves you(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115771550548659178?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115771550548659178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115771550548659178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115771550548659178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115771550548659178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/skyhigh.html' title='SKYHIGH(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115753518614210831</id><published>2006-09-06T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:33:06.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little lamb(:</title><content type='html'>a new blogskin ! isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead beat. feeling...a little abject. but, things really depends on myself. i'm strong, you know... it's just that sometimes, people can get tired of being strong.. not everyone is as strong as they look... i'm so impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ms kelly ng...! she's so so so cute!! she went to meet KSW few days ago and was blogging about him (ahahas) hope to see her soon... and... there'll be a orchid named after him... will there be one named after me too? (AHAHA...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually very busy. but i'm still wasting my time away HERE... tsk tsk... must get back to work... still haven't blog about OBS. and SAF exhibition(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115753518614210831?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115753518614210831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115753518614210831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115753518614210831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115753518614210831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-lamb.html' title='little lamb(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115694520576340012</id><published>2006-08-30T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T06:40:05.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>physics.</title><content type='html'>PHYSICS. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;i'm just relieved that my friends are there for me(: thanks: shuxian, ellis, cressa, suzanna, si ZHU, wanru, cynthia, feli tan, choon-JIE.. thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting aside sad issues... TODAY IS A FUN DAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ahahahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms loh is SO cute. we stayed in the HOD room till around 8 plus... playing. (!!) and we 'char jiao' her till she can't 'ta han' us... and Ms Chua's sweets have a new flavour!! APPLE(: nice nice... recommended(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hani, Wanru and I played 'singing in the rain' outside the foyer... (ahahahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angela - heavenly messager"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115694520576340012?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115694520576340012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115694520576340012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115694520576340012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115694520576340012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/08/physics.html' title='physics.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115641841672796601</id><published>2006-08-24T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:20:16.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sanDIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zhu rivaBANKBANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ba zang sanDIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIE yong choon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eheheh... unknowingly, we created a new group!! We are...the ZHU BA JIEs! ba zhang is dumpling that ba zang...those with mushrooms, glutinous rice... wrapped up in some leaves... YUMMY!! and where does sanDIE comes from...? shh... secret. (ahahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't updated on OBS... lazy. lazy. portfolio... and ms loh... (omg. omg.) my chennai form... i'm a busy GIRL!! (ahahaas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115641841672796601?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115641841672796601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115641841672796601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115641841672796601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115641841672796601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/08/sandie.html' title='sanDIE'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115606532872306191</id><published>2006-08-20T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:16:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm missing OBS already... chatted with Elia over the MSN and was badly missing that whole watch... (cries) Heard that there'll be a movie outing next week (whee!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... i'm back to sick mood again. Hate it. Coughing like mad. And still went to my grandma's house to be Maria... Wash dishes. Wash sink. So they hired a sick Maria. (sad sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be back in school again...and heard that i passed my physics for the very first time... I didn't do well for most of my subjects...(sad - very very sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't finished the NEmation storyline... Kat is going to skin me alive... (die..) Blog next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115606532872306191?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115606532872306191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115606532872306191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115606532872306191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115606532872306191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115591190557008576</id><published>2006-08-18T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:43:51.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTWARD BOUND SINGAPORE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwendaline Lim&lt;br /&gt;Barker&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Lois&lt;br /&gt;14 - 18 August'06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTWARD BOUND SINGAPORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R508/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OBS was SUPERB(: Despite the sunburns, insect bites, rashes and emerging pimples... it was still very FUN !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My watch was BARKER, named after some significiant politician. There was a total of 16 students per watch, from 3 different schools: Anderson Sec, Bowen Sec and Juying Sec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm dozing off as i type this post (yawns) but i want to type it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think i'll miss OBS alot... Going to miss the watch.. miss pitching up the shelter...the high elements...even kayaking... outdoor cooking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But can't kayak too much. Shoulders will become very broad. Then will become 'lao gu po'. DIE. (ahahahas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115591190557008576?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115591190557008576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115591190557008576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115591190557008576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115591190557008576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/08/outward-bound-singapore.html' title='OUTWARD BOUND SINGAPORE !!'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115470249372948563</id><published>2006-08-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:41:33.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nono's gonna kill me. We're having a date on 13 August!! A day before my OBS~ And i haven't been putting on my elastics. He's going to kill me... my little tooth behind won't budge... it's still very hard to put on the rubber bands... can't really blame me arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams wise. KILL ME. You're sure solution = carbonation...? i'm still having second thoughts on opening the textbook to clear my doubts...I love to deceive myself? maybe. (ahahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the secondary ones are so cute!! love them to little bits!! do re mi fa so stayed back for extra drills!! so enthu...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my juniors too chio le... got so many people jio-ing them. too many. every meeting will have a few peeping through the basement staircase...(sighs) if you like them so much, why don't you join guides too? A more practical solution. (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you earn your respect. you don't demand for them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115470249372948563?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115470249372948563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115470249372948563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115470249372948563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115470249372948563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/08/nonos-gonna-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115408683814386489</id><published>2006-07-28T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:40:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liars.</title><content type='html'>you said that if i cried, you would have died. I held back my tears then, i told myself i needed to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame you. You were, however, one of the people who changed my life. on surface, i thought, i changed a lot, yet... i'm still a child. struggling. i've long wanted to give up. i want to let go. but, i know if i let go, i'll regret. Everytime i loosen my grip, you seem to hold me back...but when i determined to do my best, you cruelly push me against the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to open a lock, but you didn't give me a key. You threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me. I know what you're thinking. But. What you're thinking is wrong. I know. I heard. I felt. I saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me the bus was about to come. But, the bus had long went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then, did i realise that when i lie down, i'll fall. There's only space enough for me to stand and be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115408683814386489?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115408683814386489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115408683814386489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115408683814386489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115408683814386489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/07/liars.html' title='liars.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115365480115164321</id><published>2006-07-23T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T04:40:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new blogskin!!</title><content type='html'>i'm so lazy to make a new blogskin...but, still, i managed to find a few to my likings!! Here's BoA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand having my photos cutted in, by words. So messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ellis, Wanru and Scze We came by to do our geography project, which i think almost nothing had been done. (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just like to complain about the poor service i received in Mr. Yeo's brother's clinic. I was very pissed off with one of the nurses but i hung on. And controlled my temper. She couldn't understand what i was talking about. And she showed me a black face, and with a demanding attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, she refused to serve me and ask another nurse to. Talk about nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the doctor was nice. (ahahas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115365480115164321?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115365480115164321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115365480115164321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115365480115164321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115365480115164321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-blogskin.html' title='a new blogskin!!'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115357864202726120</id><published>2006-07-22T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:30:42.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun</title><content type='html'>went to NPCC's POP. and arrived late. I came when the parade ended (keke), but didn't miss the good show though. But i learnt quite a lot of things too! - like some of the NPCC ranks, and how the sec 1s and 2s cadets don't have dancing genes (heh heh) But the sec 3s were entertaining! Had quite a lot of fun watching them dance. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it ended, shuxian, cressa, suzanna, we all met up for the social studies project. Had quite a lot of fun. YOGA IN THE LIBRARY. so fun!! I spotted a book on an elephant doing yoga, so i decided to borrow it. The illustrations are so CUTE. So, i'm going to start doing yoga too! Just like yoga man. (keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the guides photos. and spotted the 2005 enrolment day photos.(ahahas) and i decided to post it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/enrol05-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2005 Enrolment Day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/enrol06-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2006 Enrolment Day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/enrol05-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2005 Enrolment Day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/enrol06-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2006 Enrolment Day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never take photos without glasses again. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115357864202726120?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115357864202726120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115357864202726120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115357864202726120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115357864202726120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115323786886358576</id><published>2006-07-18T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:51:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated.</title><content type='html'>to the people out there: don't grow fungus on my tagboard (keke) it's not going to rot, i was giving it a break from my rantings (ahahas) hmm... aren't i nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. OH NO. OH OH OH NO...!! it's friday. it's a scary friday. i knew july was the month of the demon king (boo..) But on the other side, this can't last forever. It's just...the fruits of labour? We sow what we grow. So...now is the period when you collect your fruits and see if your apple tree grows orange or your orange is rotten. Durians are possible too!(keke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115323786886358576?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115323786886358576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115323786886358576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115323786886358576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115323786886358576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/07/complicated.html' title='complicated.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115052359168306173</id><published>2006-06-16T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:53:11.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate cheese cakes</title><content type='html'>I HATE CHEESE CAKES.&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating those since my operation.&lt;br /&gt;for almost EVERY MEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CHEESE CAKES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115052359168306173?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115052359168306173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115052359168306173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115052359168306173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115052359168306173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-cheese-cakes.html' title='i hate cheese cakes'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115037649606447346</id><published>2006-06-15T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:01:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the demon's hands</title><content type='html'>the operation process was &lt;b&gt;TERRIBLE.&lt;/b&gt; if i stayed another minute in that place, i would have shocked demon king and his slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached there early, around five minutes earlier. After i took out the magazine with angela chang in the front page, i was called in. I stepped into the operation room, accompanied by my mother, who was still dreading over my father's comments on her outfit that morning. Old punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse kindly asked me to take a seat on THE CHAIR. I waited patiently as the nurse and my mother started a conversation on braces. The demon king, as usual, wore his sheep's clothing. He spoke alot to my mother and then asked me, 'Have you taken your breakfast?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked at his question as i shook my head no. 'you said i had to fast, isn't it so?', i shot. He then explained that there's no longer the need since we already changed the operation the last time. deja vu. i remembered the times i ignored my hunger pangs and went on to carried the spars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demon king seemed to look more evil as he asked me to have something light before i proceed with the operation. I wanted to growl, but i remembered how i stood up on him the last time, so i decided not to. i was guilty all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank half a cup of hot milo. then retreated back to the operation room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i waited for fifteen minutes before demon king, wearing his slanted smile, stepped in while apologising for the wait. he then talked with my mother, talked and talked and talked. before he injected the 'numbing medicine' into the areas which he was going to work on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened my mouth wide like a hippo. and he said it wasn't wide enough. FINE. i opened wider. my mother then walked out of the operation room. Sterile towel was put over me and the nurse wrapped my head in a way that only my mouth is visible to them. i squeezed my eyes shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began to start thinking about NANA. How Hachi and Shouji ended up together, and how Nana and Ren were separated, etc etc. BUT! Demon king keep talking to me, so i couldn't concentrate in the end and ended up breaking my thoughts. He spoke of what he was doing - 'i'm going to drill here...' 'i'm going to chisel the bone away' 'cut that big chunk' and so on, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was juggling the pressure and the boredom the operation was causing me... when it ended, i was SO SO SO happy. but demon king is quite nice also...still, he's evil. (augh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115037649606447346?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115037649606447346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115037649606447346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115037649606447346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115037649606447346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-demons-hands.html' title='out of the demon&apos;s hands'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115028640926936586</id><published>2006-06-14T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T05:00:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead beat.</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired...so hungry...and so so stinky. morning went to IKEA ALONE. Wanru couldn't go last minute, cause she wasn't feeling well. so i went to IKEA ALONE. and shopped ALONE. Untill Eugenia tan and lau, Jenifer came... then i wasn't ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later...we bought quite a lot of stuff, and we went to Burger King..the garfied will burp one... they bought their lunch and i waited. i'm fasting - because of demon king. (argh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took taxi back to school!! - and i forgot to pay eugenia LAU taxi fare!! next time then pay... WENT BACK TO SCHOOL HOR!! then we carried spars... i was looking for the aunty to open the shutter so that we could take out the spars. i went up and down, don't know how long...then found the aunty. in the end. there were only like 10+ spars which were in bad condition. was so dusty lors...then that junjie say got alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we borrow spars from BB. So many!! and so heavy and dirty. (augh!) Jenifer and Eugenia's classmates helped to carry them for us...they carried ALOT at one time!! Then i labelled the spars while eugenia TAN and LAU and jenifer carried the other spars to the parade square...that time i very stinky already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Charles and another guy...what's his name..? i forgot..tried to help us build the gateway. but they suddenly went off to take what world cup photos...don't know...&lt;br /&gt;we asked them to buy things...i wanted chocolate milk but they bought chocolate milk tea (bubble tea). it was disgusting...but i drank it...'cause i was too hungry..and thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eugenia's friend came...also forgot his name... and helped us with the gateway.. and when aunty screamed at us, we packed up and go home. stinky, tired, hungry. then come home. then blog. then kena angered by ah pa. angry. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115028640926936586?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115028640926936586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115028640926936586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115028640926936586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115028640926936586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/dead-beat.html' title='Dead beat.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115021070389040003</id><published>2006-06-13T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:58:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;In the morning..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was leaving house for AMK mrt station...I had this bad feeling about leaving house today. And was rather true. I chased my bus and got on it - but the bus seemed to have waited forever there. I can't run short distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i sat down, the woman beside me was rather big sized, so i had only 1/4 of the entire seat. When i reached for my bag zip, i saw something. A BEE. I pretended not to see it as i tried to shook it off - but in vain. Bad luck huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i alighted from the bus, i took out a piece of tissue and lightly wrapped the bee with it. A GUIDE IS KIND TO ALL LIVING THINGS. I hope it can find its way out of the rubbish bin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to meet the others. And when i arrived, only Xinlin, Yeemin, Esther, Kuan Kit and Barry were there. Kenneth came along after a few minutes. Koon Liang and Keith...those two. were still sleeping when we called to rush them. So maddening. In the end they waited around 11.15+ like that then they left for east coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that had lots of fun(: Hmm...Esther rebonded her hair!! Kenneth grew taller!! like so much lahs. Kuan kit looks more like a monkey now. He's a VERY TALL monkey. Barry seemed same old(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the afternoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS QUECK TREATED US PIZZA. then we stayed in school till around six plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning going to meet wanru to go to ikea with eugenia and jenifer..!! My rest day for this week is GONE. And my date with demon king has been postponed to thursday... that means i won't be meeting ellis and haniza right after their camp...(sobs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115021070389040003?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115021070389040003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115021070389040003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115021070389040003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115021070389040003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-day.html' title='long day...'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-115012159783812524</id><published>2006-06-12T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:13:17.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's the BIG day(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Class Gathering - 6/3'03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone &gt; " &lt; i won't be going tomorrow... but i'll appear at the venue on time for yeemin to bash me up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forget all about what i've said&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was in hell just now. REALLY. I only talked to her for 7 minutes plus. But i felt as if it was 30 minutes. I was walking around the whole school to calm myself down as i talked to her. LIVING HELL. (ahahas) but she's good in her own way(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hougang Secondary Campfire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SUPERB! We had lots of fun there XD Hope our campfire would turn out as good as theirs. Even though it rained, but the campfire was still enjoyable(: And Bowen Guides won something!! - even though only SIX people turn up. (ahahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEXT FRIDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the big date, you ask? IT'S OUR VERY OWN BOWEN GUIDES 1ST CLUSTER CAMPFIRE. Oh god. Time flies like how dinosaur walks. (ahahas) My homework is like collecting dust in a little dark corner in my room. (sad...) I think the last three days of my holidays, i wouldn't be enjoying them at all - i would be rushing my homework like mad. Neither Buddla nor jesus would appear and tell my teachers to forgive my sins or would they help me do homework (boo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMANS HAVE TO DEPEND ON THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Is st. john coming?? (wonder wonder) would they put up a performance?? (wonder wonder) what will they perform?? (wonder even more)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-115012159783812524?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/115012159783812524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=115012159783812524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115012159783812524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/115012159783812524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s the BIG day(:'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114984064971473848</id><published>2006-06-09T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T02:02:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apple iBook</title><content type='html'>i think i did mentioned that my computer is down. so now i'm using my mom's notebook. It is a BEAUTY... The keyboard is very nice to type... and makes a sound when you press it, it makes you feel as if you're a professional typer XD the whole notebook is in white(my favourite colour) and the graphic is super nice. And it is an imac computer! I have tried apple computer before, but found it rather useless until recently, when i used it again. The laptop is super super PRETTY!! Wish i could post the photo here...But it's rather troublesome... Ahahas... it's so nice that i want to type this post forever....ahahas. Nahs, will end here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iBook rocks XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114984064971473848?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114984064971473848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114984064971473848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114984064971473848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114984064971473848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/apple-ibook.html' title='apple iBook'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114960038847896277</id><published>2006-06-06T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:26:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's short.</title><content type='html'>witnessed something today. i was returning home from SYF and was on the bus. and i saw this thing which i think i'll never forget. As the bus turned right, i caught a glimpse of an accident. A car crashed into a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, on the slits, laid a body, entirely covered with white cloth - he was never coming back. At that moment, many thoughts went through my mind - what happens if the mother or wife was waiting for him to come back? Maybe he wanted to rush home for dinner with his family, or maybe he was going to fetch his daughter?? How would the wife feel when she picks up the phone and the voice said 'Your husband met with an accident. He did not make it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got down the bus, i couldn't help but stuff myself with the sugar loaf bread - i was salty and bitter. But, the sugar somehow didn't taste sweet. Instead, it was tasteless. I've forgotten how to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of fun things happened today, but i currently, is not in the mood to blog about those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the world like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114960038847896277?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114960038847896277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114960038847896277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114960038847896277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114960038847896277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-short.html' title='life&apos;s short.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114924468533925746</id><published>2006-06-02T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:39:36.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers</title><content type='html'>After the energy conservation course, we had lunch at commcentre(?) cafeteria!! Ate laksa and ice jelly XD Fattening... When we left, i saw a newspaper article recommending the laksa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I had to leave early...My mother was going to Kovan to fetch me... I boarded the wrong train...to buangkok and when i seated myself on the whole row of empty seats, this cute toddler smiled and waved at me, even though i didn't know her. Her mother noticed it and smiled at me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then later asked, ' Is she your friend?' as she took her daughter to the end of the row. She was speaking rather loudly and i could hear her saying something like 'Don't talk to strangers...' or something like that. What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of something which happened a few days ago. My mom left me at Prettyfit (shoe shop), and instructed me to pay for the shoes. While waiting, a mother said to her daughter 'Girl, quick, have to go already!' The girl reluctantly moved, meanwhile, an exotic bag caught the mother's attention, as she walked towards it. The little girl saw the situation, then whined 'Bluff people wan! You always say want to go, but always never.' Hearing that, the mother put down the bag at once, reached out her hand and replied, 'Yah lah, yah lah, this time real lahs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding back my laughter XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114924468533925746?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114924468533925746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114924468533925746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114924468533925746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114924468533925746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/06/mothers.html' title='mothers'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114908501095072333</id><published>2006-05-31T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:16:51.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grace the princessly princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/sis001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. I know my youngest sister is very cute. Shuxian wants to call me everyday because she wants Grace to call her 'Shuxian jie jie'. Ellis says that my sis likes her the most and we lack of childhood. Almost everyone who saw her said that she was VERY cute - unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai yer. Maybe someday i'll have to lock her up. Keke. Still, i'll shower you grace-fans with some of her photos XD aren't i nice? Eye candies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/sis002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/sis003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/sis004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y17/wildmiee/sis005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114908501095072333?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114908501095072333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114908501095072333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114908501095072333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114908501095072333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/grace-princessly-princess.html' title='grace the princessly princess'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114900303183664346</id><published>2006-05-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T08:31:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fruits basket</title><content type='html'>fruits basket is a game where everyone will be named as a fruit, and when your fruit name is called, you'll have to switch places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, i was a fruit - maybe...an apple! But, lately, the apple seems to have come become a rice ball. So it has to watch everyone play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice ball is not a fruit, you see... So it can't do anything but to watch and observe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday the rice ball will turn into a fruit again... Would it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114900303183664346?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114900303183664346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114900303183664346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114900303183664346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114900303183664346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/fruits-basket.html' title='fruits basket'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114900205459375793</id><published>2006-05-30T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T08:14:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NANA</title><content type='html'>it causes such a stir in my heart. Nana, that is. I may turn out to be a person who, the verge of dying, will continue to live on happily when you pop out with the newest chapter of [NANA].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Hachi attracted me to her rather than Nana.O did. But slowly, Nana.O began to make me wonder a lot of things - so you CAN learn a lot from manga too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i keep singing&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i keep singing&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i keep singing&lt;br /&gt;Even if i sing until my voice hoarses&lt;br /&gt;I still can't calm the stirring in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people just don't do things the way you want them to be done&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you cry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how loud you yell&lt;br /&gt;Even if you insist&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tightly and not letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Ren is just going to leave me behind again, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out(: So Nana didn't die in the end. ahahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114900205459375793?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114900205459375793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114900205459375793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114900205459375793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114900205459375793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/nana.html' title='NANA'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114872966528349432</id><published>2006-05-27T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T04:34:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>congesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BLEAK FUTURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When the top pillar is defacted, the bottom would not be straight'. That's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was walking home, i saw a couple of kids playing with fire under the playground slide. I walked briskly forward to stop them from playing, but to my mismay, they showed me attitude. However, they did put out the fire - probably because they realised that i was six to eight years older than them. And i was talking to them nicely, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the park with my boots soiled with slightly wet sand from the rain. And as i entered my door, i saw a boy, a few years older than the trio, coming up to them and seemed to be bullying them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONOUR &amp; UNTIY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HONOUR &amp;amp; UNTIY' - these words are hung proudly on the ceiling of the audience shelter in the Home Team Academy. I found these words a source of motivation when i was tired and on the verge of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Team Academy, HTA for short, is a very beautiful place!! The area covering it seems to be three times or even more of Bowen campus. With the motivation of wanting to see the HTA, i'll definately look forward to the trainings(: Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114872966528349432?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114872966528349432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114872966528349432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114872966528349432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114872966528349432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/congesting.html' title='congesting.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114865529261861007</id><published>2006-05-26T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T07:54:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takumi</title><content type='html'>Takumi - a guy who makes people love and hate him. He's such an interesting person, and you can't tell who exactly he is. But in reality, this kind of person is those kind of scary people. Ai Yazawa weaves a story in such a way that you can't really hate anyone in her manga. However, this time, in NANA, there are still a few hate-able characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Takumi is a very sucessful person. A possessive person though. But that's what made me like him. Isn't it ironical? But this is not all about him!! Though Takumi appears rather indifferent, but deep down, he's a really caring person. I guess Hachi's character affected him quite a lot. It had made him kinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring up one point - Takumi is not those kind of faithful guy. He cheated on Hachi even when they were engaged. Of course, Hachi eventually found out. But she forgave him (can you imagine that??!). The thought of this sends me to insanity. Yet, when i read the sneak peeks between the storyline, it makes me so happy(: Takumi would be a good father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've re-read the part for almost ten times, but i just don't seem to get tired of it. I'm a mad NANA-ist(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga is my life. It can change my mood no matter how i feel...I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i find a real life Takumi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114865529261861007?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114865529261861007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114865529261861007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114865529261861007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114865529261861007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/takumi.html' title='Takumi'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114838003740445234</id><published>2006-05-23T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:27:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Story</title><content type='html'>If you haven't changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew tired of trying to act strong&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i was too young, everytime i think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;But now i can say it, i miss you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say that i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that i could sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;And not just anyone&lt;br /&gt;An endless story with a light that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Always, i long to express my love for you eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of our time together&lt;br /&gt;Don't destroy them like this, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;I want to thaw them out and make them real&lt;br /&gt;Droplets of your kindess explode within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just if, if it were possible, i want to sing&lt;br /&gt;For you once again&lt;br /&gt;An endless story with a never-ending love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, i have to know, for all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that i could sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;And not just anyone&lt;br /&gt;An endless story with a light that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Always, i long to express my love for you eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Endless Story, Yuna Ito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114838003740445234?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114838003740445234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114838003740445234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114838003740445234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114838003740445234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/endless-story.html' title='Endless Story'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-114822743191693567</id><published>2006-05-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:03:51.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simplest desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Why is this layout called 'simplest desire'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realise, there are some romanjized words at that border over there (points) It means 'this simple desire is everlasting' - extracted from the serene, For Fruits Basket - ritsuko okazaki. I've liked the song since i watched the show. And i think that the lyrics were very meaningful. Check it out if you want(: Click &lt;a href="http://animelyrics.com/anime/fruitsbasket/forfruitsbasket.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. 'BUT BUT BUT!!! Why is there a girl and a guy being so imitate?!! '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. I know. I thought the picture was nice, so i just put it. No meaning to it(: I'm not desperate. ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly... Do drop your comments at the tagboard!! Thanks(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-114822743191693567?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/114822743191693567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=114822743191693567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114822743191693567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/114822743191693567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/05/simplest-desire.html' title='simplest desire'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11245355.post-113611752334025605</id><published>2006-01-01T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:13:31.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honored? Yes.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start talking about NANA again...(laughs) In NANA, the couple - Nana Oosaki &amp; Ren, admires the love of Sid &amp; Nancy. I read the story behind the couple - Sid &amp; Nancy, and i came to realise how foolish humans can be. But, truthfully, sometimes admiration for them exists - for the extend they go for love. A biographical movie was made of them in 1986, and was referred as the punk version of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on 10 May, 1957, John Simon Ritchie-Beverly, later known as Sid Vicious, had a mother who made a living by selling drugs, a father who died early. Her mother remarried. However, shortly after the marriage, Sid's step-father died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met John Lydon(Johnny Rotten), the same year when he started taking heroin. He then later joined the Sex Pistols and played the bass in the band. The November of 1977, was the turning point of Sid's fate - the month when he met Nancy Laura Spungen. Nancy worked in London as a prositute, and was a heroin addict. Sid and Nancy had deep love for each other, however, the relationship was rocky. And eventually, it effected Sex Pistols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Pistols broke up in their music tour in America - where Johnny Rotten walked off the stage. It was said that Sid was missing Nancy, who was in London at that point of time, and made a lot of errors during the concert. Nancy then later flew to America to unite with Sid, who later went solo. Nancy(Sid's manager at that point) even slept with Sid's promoters, in order to secure Sid's jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple meanwhile locked themselves in their own world - drug addiction and self-destruction. When Nancy gave Sid a knife, Sid stabbed her to death. Only when he woke up from the drug stupor, he realised what he had done. He was charged with murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a bail of $50,000, Sid Vicious was released. He later went to a party to celebrate his release, and also where he got heroin from his mother. He was found dead due to overdose the next morning. Lying beside him was a poem he had wrote - Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You were my little baby girl, &lt;br /&gt;And I shared all your fears. &lt;br /&gt;Such joy to hold you in my arms &lt;br /&gt;and kiss away your tears. &lt;br /&gt;But now you're gone, there's only pain &lt;br /&gt;and nothing I can do. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to live this life, &lt;br /&gt;If I can't live for you. &lt;br /&gt;To my beautiful baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;Our love will never die...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11245355-113611752334025605?l=wild-miee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/feeds/113611752334025605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11245355&amp;postID=113611752334025605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/113611752334025605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11245355/posts/default/113611752334025605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-miee.blogspot.com/2006/01/honored-yes.html' title='Honored? Yes.'/><author><name>Wild Vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202009247911899657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
