<?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-7985922</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:15.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: melancholic allure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985922.post-114260613576738197</id><published>2006-03-17T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:35:35.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>falala</title><content type='html'>Guys are jerks. Most are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But oh, who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's going to be funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;And tuesday's going to be nice. And sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week to start already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's our last holiday. The next holiday, we'll all be dragging our asses to wherever we are posted to for attachment.&lt;br /&gt;So we better make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at gwyn's for a movie marathon tonight.&lt;br /&gt;So no more blogging. [It's quite useless anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;See you all this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-114260613576738197?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/114260613576738197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=114260613576738197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/114260613576738197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/114260613576738197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2006/03/falala.html' title='falala'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-113621721210121185</id><published>2006-01-02T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:53:32.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my favourite hello, and my hardest goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're my favourite hello, and my hardest goodbye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-quote from lizzels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just some random blogging. And some random thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-113621721210121185?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/113621721210121185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=113621721210121185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113621721210121185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113621721210121185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2006/01/youre-my-favourite-hello-and-my.html' title='You&apos;re my favourite hello, and my hardest goodbye'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-113606810874739401</id><published>2006-01-01T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:30:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a (sort of) fantastic night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a (sort of) fantastic night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tonight was another night of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;I should head to bed for an hour before leaving home again.&lt;br /&gt;The night started out alright, continued to be terrible, then ended up quite alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to casan, zat, nic, al, kev and les. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to bed I go for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is only a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I did miss you I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-113606810874739401?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/113606810874739401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=113606810874739401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113606810874739401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113606810874739401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2006/01/sort-of-fantastic-night.html' title='a (sort of) fantastic night'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-113583554739761586</id><published>2005-12-29T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:06:05.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's another entry. And I'm only blogging cos I love the new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in school everyday the past week and this week.&lt;br /&gt;Which means no overseas trip for me during the 'break' week.&lt;br /&gt;We're all rushing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rushrushrush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've made my new year's resolution already.&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop swearing please. I swear i swear too much. So no more, or at least, alot less this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that's about it. Too many resolutions and I'll fail to keep any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, did I mention that I love my new skin?&lt;br /&gt;I love my new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need more hours so I can sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need more re-assurance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-113583554739761586?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/113583554739761586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=113583554739761586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113583554739761586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113583554739761586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-love.html' title='hey love!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-113076249780090705</id><published>2005-10-31T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T04:41:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school again.</title><content type='html'>We're all going back to clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school beckons us with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-113076249780090705?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/113076249780090705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=113076249780090705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113076249780090705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113076249780090705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-again.html' title='school again.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-113018459150835820</id><published>2005-10-25T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:16:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aki's celebration.</title><content type='html'>Happy 19th to Terence and Aki. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright, wouldn't have talked to people I normally won't talk to. Wth am I saying? Who cares. It's 4 in the morning and I can't sleep. Can't wait to go out tomorrow night. Out out out I go, before the term starts again. {blegh}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit 5:58am&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks casan for tonight. [All due to our inability to sleep early anymore.]&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Night [I hope].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tripping on words, you've got my head spinning, I don't know where to go from here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-113018459150835820?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/113018459150835820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=113018459150835820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113018459150835820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/113018459150835820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/10/akis-celebration.html' title='aki&apos;s celebration.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112922302655663164</id><published>2005-10-14T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:05:58.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prettypretty nails</title><content type='html'>Since saywee said something along the lines of "can you go and update anot!" I'm here to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable sucks like shit la. Even casan agrees. But hers ain't that much better either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored I went out to get myself this magazine to read, and it sure is trashy. Some money wasted, and I bought another nail polish colour. So more money wasted. But it's alright, that's the price of boredom. At least I have pretty nails now. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one is free tomorrow. Pfffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112922302655663164?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112922302655663164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112922302655663164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112922302655663164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112922302655663164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/10/prettypretty-nails.html' title='prettypretty nails'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112857113729081114</id><published>2005-10-06T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:58:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I passed everything. But the results are still shit. I have no idea why I'm so disappointed with the results since I only prayed to pass. BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap la. Do so much work this sem to cover people's asses for what! Get this kinda shitty grades in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Study even harder next sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112857113729081114?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112857113729081114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112857113729081114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112857113729081114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112857113729081114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/10/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112849351111142717</id><published>2005-10-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:25:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she takes us again.</title><content type='html'>It was just rashes, not cpox. But thanks for the concern people. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just stay home tonight, be a good girl, and await the results [which will be out tomorrow, in case you all didn't already know].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch cinderella man before it goes out of theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny, want to go collect the newspaper with me?&lt;br /&gt;Now you can't say I didn't ask you out. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah seh die. Results tomorrow. Please let me pass everything. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have nothing to say for now. Bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And casan! Can you wake up already! Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112849351111142717?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112849351111142717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112849351111142717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112849351111142717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112849351111142717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-takes-us-again.html' title='she takes us again.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112792230615348291</id><published>2005-09-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:45:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's freaking itchy. Please don't let it be cpox. I had this weird thought that some weird tiny insects formed nests on my skin. Man. This is freaking gross.&lt;br /&gt;And if it ends up not cpox, I'll pester my mom to let me get my anti cpox vaccination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less itchy note,&lt;br /&gt;the brothers grimm is funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And the corpse bride tomorrow! That's if there will still be tickets left for us to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother is back in camp again. And this time he'll only be out on saturday and not friday.&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually teared when he left. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the doc's tomorrow! Hopefully I'll come out alright. Pray for me people. Thank you. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112792230615348291?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112792230615348291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112792230615348291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112792230615348291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112792230615348291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-freaking-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112754262477513209</id><published>2005-09-24T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:17:04.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all stuck here.</title><content type='html'>The brother is finally back! And we didn't get to go to the  starlight cinema last night cos I smartly forgot to bring the ticket. So no Initial D. But that means two harrypotter movies tonight! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex: You want to go with my brother instead? You can see your Miss Granger/Watson again. [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, water in tekong is really bad. The water from the water cooler tastes like public swimming pool water. Which means, it's freaking full of chlorine. The poor boys in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's back! Which is good. I guess. But by tomorrow night he won't be here again. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousin is happily Bangkok-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Danie's in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;Zat will be in New York soon.&lt;br /&gt;We're all stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like a certain animal.&lt;br /&gt;And zat, it's not the cat. I still don't want to be a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone else, I need to be skinnnyyyyy. So stop discouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall start by skipping dinners. Then when I'm more motivated I'll start gym-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it right. Fi is considering going to the gym! Fwah! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn and han, sometime this week okay.&lt;br /&gt;JANE! you too!&lt;br /&gt;And khai! our karaoke! (pronounce: kehh-ree-ohh-keyy NOT kaah-rahhh-ohh-kayy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all darlings. Love and all that mushy crap. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112754262477513209?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112754262477513209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112754262477513209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112754262477513209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112754262477513209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/09/were-all-stuck-here.html' title='We&apos;re all stuck here.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112705361555729647</id><published>2005-09-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T07:59:04.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bah.</title><content type='html'>Alright, an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The brother is in the army now, and so the house is alot quieter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams are over which means the sem is over too. This sem was way too fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lizzels just asked me to go celebrate zhong qiu jie and go stare at the moon. -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winona asked me if i want to {gasp} suntan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earl grey tea with vanilla ice cream is nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go out with han and lynn and who knows who else tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which means i have to postpone gwyn and shelia to some other day this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kind of miss doing assignments and projects and rushing to meet deadlines. heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But i like the loads of free time i have now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need an ibook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shall try and psycho my mom to get one for me. heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But that means no getting out of singapore this holiday. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't go for any camps this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was late for combined games so i didn't meet anyone from the other churches. But it's alright, i love my churchies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a more interesting house. I'm dead bored now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to lose 7kg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, enough updates. This has been so random. See you all darlings. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet this entry is full of grammatical errors. Bah. I'm turning mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112705361555729647?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112705361555729647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112705361555729647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112705361555729647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112705361555729647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/09/bah.html' title='bah.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112594131513123695</id><published>2005-09-06T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:31:10.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disgusting.</title><content type='html'>I am so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew someone like that existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, school's been such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all going to be over in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna mug this whole week to make sure I pass advert and mrm. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth are there people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112594131513123695?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112594131513123695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112594131513123695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112594131513123695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112594131513123695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/09/disgusting.html' title='disgusting.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112491074102804905</id><published>2005-08-25T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:27:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is only a feeling - The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt light-headed at the touch of this stranger's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An assault my defences systematically failed to withstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cos you came at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the be all and end all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drifting away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms I start believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's here to stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the light of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to beam on you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drifting away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms I start believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's here to stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drifting away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to stop ourselves believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's here to stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spss that ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get through the next two weeks, I'm going to sleep for three whole days non-stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112491074102804905?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112491074102804905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112491074102804905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112491074102804905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112491074102804905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-only-feeling-darkness-first.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112447935559157632</id><published>2005-08-20T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:26:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I shall not think so much. I shall not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me you like me, and then maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Ah bullshit. No more wishful thinking on my part.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were...&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I wish for now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many thoughts were running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't think of any to say here.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's a blank now.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I wanted, goodbye. We lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I just want to say thanks to someone for listening to my shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And someone else too. Ha.. Though he didn't do much, at least he didn't go offline when I asked him to stay on for a little teensy while more. And he made me smile with that dumb (but cute) emoticon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention names. It's sensitive. Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter (or not so light) note, or should I say, on a less emo note, deadlines are coming in. And I mean it. This coming two weeks will be hell. Okay, that's a bit extreme. But it's going to be real bad. Tvpro filming on wednesday, media plan due thursday, and mrm presentation on friday. All that, and I have to complete my 4 stories for newswg soon. And mm presentation stuff. And that useless IS. IS is a serious waste of time. Don't we already have enough assignments to do! I think I'm going to be smarter and not take events management next sem for IS. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On an even lighter note, wednesday was..... well, [:&lt;br /&gt;It was a first.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so it was quite fun la ok. [:&lt;br /&gt;I want to go again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I'm off to do newswg at 3.20am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you all for those who read till here of this boring post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just want to say sorry to danny alright. So, sorry danny. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR DISTANT COUSIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, even though I only found out about your existence this semester, you've been a wonderful cousin anyone can get though I often say otherwise. Ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Psst, I'll pass you your dove soon okay. Heh.. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112447935559157632?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112447935559157632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112447935559157632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112447935559157632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112447935559157632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-shall-not-think-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112420637822144187</id><published>2005-08-16T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:32:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah this sucks.</title><content type='html'>This really sucks. I don't know where to put my tagboard. And my haloscan link can't be seen. You can only see it if you roll the cursor over it. Ah crap. I suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is quite late but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUGUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite shitty. I couldn't wake up for the 8am lecture, so I decided to skip all the lectures and just go for tvpro test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow turns out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I think blogs are gross. Who'd want to read about my life and my day. Irritating shit. How narcissistic. But I still blog. How gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112420637822144187?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112420637822144187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112420637822144187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112420637822144187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112420637822144187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-this-sucks.html' title='ah this sucks.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112360956710261340</id><published>2005-08-10T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:46:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What holiday?</title><content type='html'>Met up with my mm group to discuss work. On a national holiday.&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok. I did a little shopping. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;Got trigger happy and snapped ten photos of myself at a go on lynn's cam. And used hanyuen's digital slr to snap pictures of useless things.&lt;br /&gt;And we went to almost all the fast food joints today. Bk, long john's, yoshi and macs. Aren't you proud of us!&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are nice people. And cool. And funny. (ok lynn and hanyuen, don't get big headed now)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodnight. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112360956710261340?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112360956710261340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112360956710261340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112360956710261340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112360956710261340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-holiday.html' title='What holiday?'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112318504153946050</id><published>2005-08-05T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:58:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it all away.</title><content type='html'>Guess what. I think I'm still affected. Ah crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't help but think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can feel the stress at school already. I feel the workload pressure. Especially after nwswg tut today. It scared me shitless la. Ok, not that bad. But you get the idea. mm business plan for some proposal for something, chat and demo and all the planning that has to go into it, mrm presentation, advert campaign, and that dreaded newspaper project. On top of all of that, I so smartly chose some IS that has so many assignments to do. Smart eh.. All the above mentioned due within the next four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm test is on tomorrow. And I haven't started to read any of the notes. I think I'll just read it tomorrow before lesson. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more hours a day. To sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get much for the next four weeks. None of the mcm-ers will actually. At least the ones from my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for Harry Potter. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like I'm complaining, but at least I'm doing some course I like and not some course that makes me look at numbers. THEN I'll really die. I'd die blind. Alright, I'm going to slack now and go sleep. In case you're tsktsk-ing me for going to sleep, it's almost 4 in the morning. I'm entitled to at least a few hours of sleep a day right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of fi's ramblings. And please if you're reading this, leave a tag. I think this blog is dying. I probably am the only one reading all of these nonsense. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112318504153946050?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112318504153946050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112318504153946050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112318504153946050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112318504153946050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/08/take-it-all-away.html' title='Take it all away.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112238982186253278</id><published>2005-07-26T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:57:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rantrantrant.</title><content type='html'>A vicious little baby tried to rip my earring off my ear on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep last night after getting home. And I got home at sevenplus. AND I still managed to be half an hour late for the press conference today.&lt;br /&gt;Plus hell loads of stuff are due this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo shoot for the Gatorade tvc tomorrow. I'm kinda looking forward to that. Thanks for your camera zat! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112238982186253278?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112238982186253278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112238982186253278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112238982186253278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112238982186253278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/rantrantrant.html' title='rantrantrant.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112210732872492276</id><published>2005-07-23T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T01:28:48.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work? i think so.</title><content type='html'>I need to:&lt;br /&gt;-Research on stuff for newswg&lt;br /&gt;-Do survey questionnaires&lt;br /&gt;-Finalise radio commercial&lt;br /&gt;-Complete actual advertisements&lt;br /&gt;-Do chat and demo stuff&lt;br /&gt;-Write the article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by this coming week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112210732872492276?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112210732872492276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112210732872492276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112210732872492276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112210732872492276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-i-think-so.html' title='work? i think so.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112187869253627204</id><published>2005-07-21T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:42:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll say, I will.</title><content type='html'>It just doesn't feel the same around you all now.&lt;br /&gt;With all the new people.&lt;br /&gt;And the people aren't the only factor.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I get around you all when I'm with you all.&lt;br /&gt;People change, things change. Everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;I've accepted that. And moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;But I love you all. I do. I will. ): &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112187869253627204?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112187869253627204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112187869253627204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112187869253627204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112187869253627204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-say-i-will.html' title='I&apos;ll say, I will.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112184219535651989</id><published>2005-07-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:49:55.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile people.</title><content type='html'>Dinner at Marche,&lt;br /&gt;Then air hockey gave me a bruise on my right hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved last night, I did. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at level 9 now, waiting for lesson to start.&lt;br /&gt;The lesson that will have us watching failed videos for THREE hours.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you all just love tvpro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepsleepsleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112184219535651989?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112184219535651989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112184219535651989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112184219535651989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112184219535651989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/smile-people.html' title='smile people.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112165339468077151</id><published>2005-07-18T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:23:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the darling-ness of it.</title><content type='html'>i want an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;not an ipod mini, an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;its so prettayeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want so many other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going shopping with lizzels in 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;wee! lizzelslizzelslizzielizlizziebeth.&lt;br /&gt;liz+shopping. i'm going to have leg cramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112165339468077151?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112165339468077151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112165339468077151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112165339468077151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112165339468077151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-darling-ness-of-it.html' title='oh the darling-ness of it.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112136196014923641</id><published>2005-07-15T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:26:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the living years. with all the bruises.</title><content type='html'>Casan and zat are seriously damn funny. Watch them quarrel and you'll get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep so badly, lizzels coming back in 12.5 hours, people are at cocolatte and i'm home talking to someone whose tongue stud i want to rip out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112136196014923641?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112136196014923641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112136196014923641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112136196014923641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112136196014923641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/living-years-with-all-bruises.html' title='the living years. with all the bruises.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985922.post-112110264222310831</id><published>2005-07-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:15:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah crap.</title><content type='html'>Today's so terrible. I was just about to cry. But, nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casan and zat are hella funny. ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112110264222310831?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112110264222310831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112110264222310831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112110264222310831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112110264222310831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-crap.html' title='ah crap.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-112023265883177021</id><published>2005-07-01T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:21:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>electrifying.</title><content type='html'>You in black, the guy in black.&lt;br /&gt;Be my black shirt boy.&lt;br /&gt;Swoons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-112023265883177021?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/112023265883177021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=112023265883177021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112023265883177021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/112023265883177021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/07/electrifying.html' title='electrifying.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111773104083733874</id><published>2005-06-03T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:20:25.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally attatched? right.</title><content type='html'>I miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Wtfh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111773104083733874?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111773104083733874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111773104083733874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111773104083733874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111773104083733874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/06/emotionally-attatched-right.html' title='emotionally attatched? right.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111762611319928592</id><published>2005-06-01T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:19:19.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shitters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wtfh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111762611319928592?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111762611319928592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111762611319928592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111762611319928592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111762611319928592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/06/shitters.html' title='shitters.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111667947040960516</id><published>2005-05-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:18:18.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah.. yes.</title><content type='html'>I'm in charge of art and craft for nursery duty tomorrow. And I'm just going to ask them to draw things that they should share and all. I know.. it's a little xian. But I can't think of anything else. So now I'm supposed to look for pictures/cartoons of kids and their family and friends, put them in a circle and have the kids draw within the circle. But I can't find any. So I think I'm going to draw them. I hope the kids can recognise my drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while eating dinner just now, my mom said something totally out of point. Her two sentences had no link la. Aiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and I found out I have a distant cousin. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haloscan is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;School is starting. I don't know how I'm feeling about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, see you all.&lt;br /&gt;Love. Hugs and kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111667947040960516?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111667947040960516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111667947040960516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111667947040960516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111667947040960516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/05/ah-yes.html' title='ah.. yes.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111626519558527449</id><published>2005-05-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:17:13.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got checked.</title><content type='html'>The jacket is good.&lt;br /&gt;And I got checked for an nc16 movie. Twice. How insulting can..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111626519558527449?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111626519558527449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111626519558527449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111626519558527449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111626519558527449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-got-checked.html' title='i got checked.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111581727418850557</id><published>2005-05-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:16:21.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the pool i go.</title><content type='html'>Went to the pool with &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; today. She swam while i sat in the power jet system they call the jacuzzi. My whole mid section is red. And &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; actually managed to get a tanline though the sun was blocked out. What can I say.. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ss&lt;/strong&gt;'s coming back.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111581727418850557?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111581727418850557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111581727418850557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111581727418850557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111581727418850557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-pool-i-go.html' title='to the pool i go.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111439072038527598</id><published>2005-04-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:11:45.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th april 05 -- ss just left</title><content type='html'>I think I'm missing &lt;strong&gt;ss&lt;/strong&gt; already. And he just left! Crapp.. Three weeks. No one tor crap with, no one to slack with, no one to do absolutely nothing with.&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the lonely song on my comp. I bet &lt;strong&gt;ss&lt;/strong&gt; got it. It's by akon featuring alvin the chipmunk. Alvin the chipmunk. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blading yesterday was funfunfun. (: The baywatch blading by &lt;strong&gt;sarah&lt;/strong&gt;, extreme showoff blading by &lt;strong&gt;rashad&lt;/strong&gt; and the oh-so-cool ways of falling  as shown to us by &lt;strong&gt;kamal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;ss&lt;/strong&gt; already la. Come back la. Don't go taiwan to see ruhua la. Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, hugs and kisses. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111439072038527598?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111439072038527598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111439072038527598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111439072038527598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111439072038527598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/04/25th-april-05-ss-just-left.html' title='25th april 05 -- ss just left'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111427057340104273</id><published>2005-04-23T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:06:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd april 05 -- happy bday alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Alvin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You're legal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-hint hint-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, rooftops are nice. heh.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never regret what once made you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps, the calcutta chromosome isnt bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111427057340104273?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111427057340104273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111427057340104273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111427057340104273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111427057340104273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/04/23rd-april-05-happy-bday-alvin.html' title='23rd april 05 -- happy bday alvin'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111406444006836272</id><published>2005-04-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:20:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st april 05 -- i pass i pass i pass!!</title><content type='html'>I PASSED EVERYTHING!! YAY YAY YAY! WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Thank God Thank God Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the grades aren't anything to scream about. In fact, they aren't good at all. But.. I STILL PASSED EVERY SINGLE MODULE. I'm officially a year two man. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking which human msged me so early in the morning cos i thought the results would only come out later today. Cos last sem, I only got it in the afternoon. But I was in China. So I guess it took longer. But who cares.. I passed. Yayyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about the results. Joey's on tonight. I can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the psf people are nicenice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all around babes.&lt;br /&gt;Love. Hugs &amp;amp; kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111406444006836272?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111406444006836272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111406444006836272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111406444006836272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111406444006836272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/04/21st-april-05-i-pass-i-pass-i-pass.html' title='21st april 05 -- i pass i pass i pass!!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111339693478663142</id><published>2005-04-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T05:55:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 april 05 -- alone at xw's</title><content type='html'>This is going to be full of random thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm zoo-ing with the Heng kids tomorrow. Can't wait can't wait can't wait. Ehh.. how on earth do I go to the zoo from my place man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youren&lt;/strong&gt; is so full of crap man. In a good way. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone at &lt;strong&gt;xw's&lt;/strong&gt; while all the gays are out tennis-ing in the dark. How nice they are eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking &lt;strong&gt;liang&lt;/strong&gt; how one can like someone without knowing that person. He replied saying, "why not? we all like lky." ha.. what can I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks to the end of hols. Slack while you still can people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. zoozoozooooo. johnjohnjohnnn. geoffgeoffgeofffff.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. Hugs&amp;kisses. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111339693478663142?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111339693478663142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111339693478663142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111339693478663142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111339693478663142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/04/13-april-05-alone-at-xws.html' title='13 april 05 -- alone at xw&apos;s'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111277979431762463</id><published>2005-04-06T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T02:29:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06 april 05 -- im boredd</title><content type='html'>I'm talking to a friend online right now, and it just hit me that there's so much we can't talk about now. That's the degree to how much we've drifted apart. She doesn't tell me stuff. I don't tell her stuff. It's just weird to talk so much now. In a way, I kind of miss her. The nonsense that we all did together. Oh well.. that's just life ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. how much we've grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at the oreo cookies yesterday and realised how long ago it was that we all used to like them. We being the gtfers. Remember the camps where we stuffed our bags with food to eat at night. And the bus rides to malaysia where we prepared so much junk to eat on the rides. The nights where we stayed up till late talking about whoknowswhat. I miss those times man. And I can't go to camp this year! Crap change of semester dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for some annual report photo taking nonsense. I don't know what it's for actually.. Oh well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored nowadays! I shall try to clean my room and make it prettier. Perhaps next week. Or the week after next. Who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on to, well, actually, nothing. There's nothing to hang on to. Oh, okay, I'm not hanging on then.&lt;br /&gt;Friends. To be or not to be. It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to almost everyone out there.. ignore my mad rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fake a lie and pretend to fly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111277979431762463?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111277979431762463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111277979431762463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111277979431762463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111277979431762463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/04/06-april-05-im-boredd.html' title='06 april 05 -- im boredd'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111236781513914901</id><published>2005-04-01T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:03:35.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01 april 05 -- tennis</title><content type='html'>Tennis-ed today with &lt;strong&gt;kev and al&lt;/strong&gt;. If you can call it that. I am so lousy at it, I think I should stop playing to stop humiliating myself. Don't you think so too? Now say yes at the count of three. 1, 2, 3. Yes! Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was so pissed cos I could only lunch at 4 cos I had to do something for mommy. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;kev&lt;/strong&gt;, being his usual fos self, made me laugh so much that I felt a little better. And essential brew is so pretty. I can go there and stone everyday man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; Sorry for not calling you along for the tennis. But you have to study! Re-test re-test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You four gays&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; I love you all la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shalu&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt; You're in my cats class. So I love you too. Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. Classmates, schoolmates. Whatever.. Everyone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you really forgotten about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stopped caring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or are you just scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I really so easy to forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't leave me hanging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111236781513914901?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111236781513914901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111236781513914901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111236781513914901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111236781513914901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/04/01-april-05-tennis.html' title='01 april 05 -- tennis'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111211019602991740</id><published>2005-03-29T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T07:37:26.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 march 05 -- essential brew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please do NOT watch the eye 10 people. It's not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's going to be another part on school here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The speeches. The production. The filming. The Bauhaus rushing. The cramming of medisoc and marketing. The writing. The citing. The researching. The webgra everything. The socpsyh I-don't-know-what. The radio everything. The stuff I've learnt. The people I've met. The stoning at al ameen or where ever. The everything la. (Wong is going to kill me with all the sentence fragments here.) Okay, I shall stop it about school. Cos it's going to start again in two months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I only have two months to slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh.. I bought yet another pair of shoes. Heh.. so shoot me. I can't help it. But I need white heels anyways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to essential brew with three of the four gays today. It's so nice there.. It's so pretty.. I want to live there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's been pretty much of a roller coster ride the last few days. And I've made a decision. &lt;em&gt;I think..&lt;/em&gt; Now it's all about keeping to it, no matter how much I don't want to. I have to stop hoping and wishing. Cos it only makes me feel worse. Cos I know the reply and the outcome. So why hurt myself? Keep to my decision I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just thank God for friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hugs&amp;amp;kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111211019602991740?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111211019602991740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111211019602991740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111211019602991740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111211019602991740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/03/29-march-05-essential-brew.html' title='29 march 05 -- essential brew'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111176682274690387</id><published>2005-03-26T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T11:56:04.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 march 05 -- the entry with many parts</title><content type='html'>Lying in bed last night, I realised that I wasn't worrying about anything in particular. And it felt quite good. It was such a different feeling. I haven't felt like that in quite long. The semester is over. Finally over. I hope I don't have to repeat anything. But the point is - the sem is over. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The part about school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for school. No matter how much I seem like I hate it. I wouldn't want to be doing anything else. Or studying anything else for that matter. T104 and T109 are fantastic. I've gotten to know such wonderful people. I can safely say that we aren't as bitchy as other classes seem to be and we don't hate each other. It's just been really great to be in this class. I don't think I want to trade classes with anyone. And cos we allwill get shuffled around next sem, I just want to tell you all that you all have been wonderful. We make a good class don't you think..&lt;br /&gt;And outside of class, I've also gotten to know and love so many others. You all know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I loved school. The good and the bad parts. Yes, even the down moments that seemed so terrible. I got through it. That's the important thing.&lt;br /&gt;We got through year one people. Now for the next two years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The part about how much I love my friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love you. All of you. Even if I don't say it or show it. I know I'm mean. But almost everytime, I don't mean it. I love you all. I do, I do. &lt;strong&gt;My churchies, jane, my classmates, the now defunct dormant clan, the four gays.&lt;/strong&gt;. You all have been so wonderful. Been there through my worst times. Seen me at my worse. &lt;em&gt;I love you all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The part about my shopping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this top yesterday while out with &lt;strong&gt;jane and the gays&lt;/strong&gt;. And this tweed bag while out with &lt;strong&gt;danie&lt;/strong&gt; today. I want a sundress. The one from mango to be specific. But they don't have it in S. I want a prairie skirt too. And quite a few other stuff i saw while out yesterday and today. Okay, I think i need to save cash and stop buying so many things. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is all for now. Ask me out people. I need to keep myself busy and from thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; kisses. Fifi loves you all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111176682274690387?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111176682274690387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111176682274690387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111176682274690387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111176682274690387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/03/25-march-05-entry-with-many-parts.html' title='25 march 05 -- the entry with many parts'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111137966896054802</id><published>2005-03-21T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T07:59:53.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 march 05 -- in the audio lab</title><content type='html'>Killer heels. But I still love them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what &lt;strong&gt;jo&lt;/strong&gt; said, it's true. You need to accept someone and not change the person to what you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just want to thank &lt;strong&gt;XW and nic&lt;/strong&gt; for their help again. Happy xw? Big thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;And darling &lt;strong&gt;jane&lt;/strong&gt;, who was there when i felt so shitty yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Contagious confusion. Me passing mine to her, her passing hers to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for snapping you yesterday nic, I wasn't in a good mood. But that's still no excuse. So I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;strong&gt;john's&lt;/strong&gt; playing some weird techno crap on the keyboard in the audio lab right now. And I don't know what to blog about anymore. 'cept that I don't want to study for marketing. Too much to cram into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And &lt;strong&gt;Bro Nat and Sis Pat&lt;/strong&gt; are back! So the kiddys are back too! Hehs.. I love &lt;strong&gt;john and geoff&lt;/strong&gt;! JG fanclub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;Aki&lt;/strong&gt; wants to say something before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;Aki: We don't want to talk about love. We just want to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to lunch. See you all my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;edit (8:34pm) &gt;&gt; Am I being over-sensitive? I don't like being confused. I don't like not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh. And I should be in school tomorrow. Msg me or something &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; want to see me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111137966896054802?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111137966896054802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111137966896054802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111137966896054802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111137966896054802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/03/21-march-05-in-audio-lab.html' title='21 march 05 -- in the audio lab'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111122768347992860</id><published>2005-03-19T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T02:22:51.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 march 05 -- contagious confusion</title><content type='html'>Contagious confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving space and I'm giving time.&lt;br /&gt;I am..&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get how one can get to know someone better by not contacting them. Not a simple message or sms or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayeee..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;em&gt;I love my new x:odus heels&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with darling &lt;strong&gt;jane&lt;/strong&gt; and dragged her to shop around with me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;And she could spare the time cos the lovely &lt;strong&gt;xw and nic&lt;/strong&gt; have agreed to help teach us flash.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't shopped in so long I think I've lost my touch. And I spent time shopping instead of studying. Fi the procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I was so tired that when I got off the bus, I walked in the opposite direction of my house. Then when I realised that it's the wrong direction, I stopped suddenly and walked in the other way. And the people around me stared at me weirdly. Fi the lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough ramblings from me.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to thank you all lovelies -&lt;strong&gt; jane, xw, nic, and my darling girl.&lt;/strong&gt; I love you all. I do..&lt;br /&gt;Plastic world out there. Thank God I have you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; you're reading this - contact me if you want to. Otherwise, I'll make myself feel the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I love you all. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;And I love my new heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to church now for &lt;strong&gt;jon's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy belated birthday jonny. See you in an hour. [:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111122768347992860?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111122768347992860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111122768347992860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111122768347992860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111122768347992860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/03/19-march-05-contagious-confusion.html' title='19 march 05 -- contagious confusion'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111102301457178644</id><published>2005-03-17T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:09:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 march 05 -- you wimp you</title><content type='html'>Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;Always does.&lt;br /&gt;I should be used to that.&lt;br /&gt;Then why does it still hurt so?&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it before.&lt;br /&gt;You knew.&lt;br /&gt;But you still did it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;You said you were very sure.&lt;br /&gt;More than that you said.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently not..&lt;br /&gt;You said I didn't represent her.&lt;br /&gt;All that was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Was everything else a lie as well?&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Our expiry date has reached already anyways.&lt;br /&gt;What was I expecting..&lt;br /&gt;What a dope I've been.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not..&lt;br /&gt;You let me fall thinking you were there to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;But now you're not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm there to fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;You said not to assume.&lt;br /&gt;But now my assumption is obviously right.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Does it?&lt;br /&gt;It better..&lt;br /&gt;I need to heal.&lt;br /&gt;This hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Cos this is the best way out.&lt;br /&gt;And I want out after what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;I need to heal.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to.&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;I liked being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I still might.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being a wuss and a wimp and face up to life.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so afraid of everything.&lt;br /&gt;You can't run away from everything your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say anything more.&lt;br /&gt;I've said more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;And everything was a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111102301457178644?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111102301457178644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111102301457178644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111102301457178644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111102301457178644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/03/17-march-05-you-wimp-you.html' title='17 march 05 -- you wimp you'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-111053647595288867</id><published>2005-03-11T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T02:21:15.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 march 05 -- walkwalk with fizah</title><content type='html'>I went to 'walkwalk' with &lt;strong&gt;fizah&lt;/strong&gt; at the atrium's bazaar toady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fizah&lt;/strong&gt; wanted me to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said: "Can you imagine if we had ears at the back of our heads?"&lt;br /&gt;Then she proceeded to put the earphone on the back of &lt;strong&gt;zat's&lt;/strong&gt; head.&lt;br /&gt;How interesting... such a deep thought eh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111053647595288867?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-7985922.post-111012799464287419</id><published>2005-03-07T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T08:53:14.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06 march 05 -- photoshoot for khai and izzy!</title><content type='html'>I had a great time today! Guess what I did.. I rode on a bike to sungwei buloh and played the swing! Not bad eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped &lt;strong&gt;izzy and khai&lt;/strong&gt; with their photog assignment today. And I died in the end. It was such a sadistic script. I die then my acting bf commits suicide and dies as well. But seriously, do you think you'd love someone so much that your life crumbles cos he/she's not around anymore and you'd take your own life? It's quite sad man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about all. I just want to say I had fun today. With all the people. The two photographers, my acting bf, and even the two robbers who killed me. Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to bed soon. I can't skip socpsyh anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Night world. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hugs and kisses to the people today for making today so fun! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-111012799464287419?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/111012799464287419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=111012799464287419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111012799464287419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/111012799464287419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/03/06-march-05-photoshoot-for-khai-and.html' title='06 march 05 -- photoshoot for khai and izzy!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110951089197926665</id><published>2005-02-27T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T05:28:11.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 feb 05 -- essential brew</title><content type='html'>Alrightalright.. here's an update. So no more nagging from you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a nice place to chill, Courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;tong&lt;/strong&gt;. It's super nice and cosy. Let's all go slack there one day. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the zara heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to tell you all I love you all. My churchies, my classmates, the dormant clan, everyone. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the zara heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. nvm. I'm out. Missing all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110951089197926665?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110951089197926665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110951089197926665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110951089197926665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110951089197926665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/02/27-feb-05-essential-brew.html' title='27 feb 05 -- essential brew'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110779992308335027</id><published>2005-02-08T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:51:40.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08 feb 05 -- updatingupdating!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright, I'm here to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happened not too long ago, and I guess I'm okay now. I just want to thank some people for being so nice to me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Casan, Hafizah, Arina. Pearlyn, Danielle. Peifang. Gwynie and Shelia. The league of undesirable gentlemen (though you all don't know what happened). Fidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have no school for the rest of this week! And cny is coming soonsoonsoon. But I've got tonnes of work as usual. The procrastinator in me just refuses to do any work until it's almost due. Oh wells..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had dinner with liang today. Irritating atm machines at holland v just don't have money to dispense. Blegh. And he's started studying already! That oldie (you'll agree with me on that oldie comment won't you liang?).. It's alright.. I feel old too. I don't know why. Ha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Liang&gt;&gt; Dinner tonight was was nice. Seriously. (I'm not lying! You better not pui me..) Haven't talked to you in ages. As in, haven't talked to you &lt;em&gt;in person&lt;/em&gt; in ages. And I like that poem. I love it. It's nicenicenicee.. Cheer up alright? I'll see you around. Study Hard! ha.. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright done updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Night you all. Love. Hugs&amp;kisses. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Derek&gt;&gt; I've updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to my darling gwynie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks for being there for me all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love you loads! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110779992308335027?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110779992308335027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110779992308335027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110779992308335027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110779992308335027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/02/08-feb-05-updatingupdating.html' title='08 feb 05 -- updatingupdating!!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110628946061404657</id><published>2005-01-21T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:37:40.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 jan 05 -- at king's</title><content type='html'>At king's house now and we're supposed to do marketing. But we shall try to get yet another extension from jlo for t2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh.. did i tell anyone of you about this person? ha. loads of people now already. dri and sam, lum and jane, and te and the others. wahh nicenice hair. ha.. alright, i shall stop gushing before people kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent two days with te and aki and john. They're damn full of shit man. And they keep blowing smoke into my face! Those idiots.. always doing in on purpose. And make fun of my lack of pool skills too. If any of you are reading this, 'You all are crapp la. But lovable crapp.' ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I want to go watch a movie on king's xbox now while they all go swim. Why on earth do people want to get tan man. Blegh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john&gt;&gt;  admit your beng-ness. we'll still love you no matter how beng you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110628946061404657?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110628946061404657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110628946061404657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110628946061404657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110628946061404657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/01/21-jan-05-at-kings.html' title='21 jan 05 -- at king&apos;s'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110587729152311017</id><published>2005-01-16T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T04:08:11.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th jan 05 -- i saw joshua tan!</title><content type='html'>My cousin's going to get married! Yay! Dress up time. ha.. But I can't shop because of the chunk of work due. And so I can't go out shopping either. Blegh. Never mind.. I shall save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had fun with &lt;strong&gt;tingtingtongtong and jon and gwyn and jaime&lt;/strong&gt; and holland v today. And I saw &lt;strong&gt;joshua tan&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay! He's such a cutie. ha.. Good thing &lt;strong&gt;joel's&lt;/strong&gt; overseas. Otherwise he sure say, yah la yah la I know my brother very shuai la. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to go find a topic to do for the informative essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, which I don't think alot of you are, thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;See you all. Love. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110587729152311017?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110587729152311017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110587729152311017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110587729152311017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110587729152311017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/01/16th-jan-05-i-saw-joshua-tan.html' title='16th jan 05 -- i saw joshua tan!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110577115999126833</id><published>2005-01-15T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:39:19.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 jan 05 -- boulevard of broken dreams</title><content type='html'>I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah,Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-boulevard of borken dreams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110577115999126833?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110577115999126833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-7985922.post-110495188241064469</id><published>2005-01-06T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:04:42.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>060105</title><content type='html'>Alright, I realised I haven't been blogging in a little bit. So here are the things that happened since 17 dec (that i can remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. Stayed over at Gwyn's after the sad caroling on the rooftop garden. I didn't feel like it was Christmas. I just couldn't get the Christmas vibe. I bought 4 presents only, wrote 10+ cards, and didn't get any new clothes for Christmas. Must be school.. screw up my whole Christmas. But I still thank God for the weird school term time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tsunami happened. If np didn't start school in december, most of us would definitely be in malaysia or indonesia or thailand. So for that, I'm really grateful, and I shan't complain about the term time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the work is coming in. It's rolling in. They're coming in in chunks.&lt;br /&gt;1. Production Script &amp; Cue sheet&lt;br /&gt;2. Radio Report (which I am still deliberating whether or not i should redo it)&lt;br /&gt;3. Grammar test 2 due friday&lt;br /&gt;4. Marketing template (and survey?) due friday&lt;br /&gt;5. Marketing quiz on friday&lt;br /&gt;6. Webgraph assignment A due next monday&lt;br /&gt;7. Paragraph Essay due next wednesday&lt;br /&gt;8. Socpsyh assessed tutorial 1 due next friday&lt;br /&gt;9. cats artifact due next next wednesday&lt;br /&gt;10. iac due i forgot when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an informative essay is coming in on monday. More will come in i bet. I'm going to need damn good concealer for the upcoming eye bags and eye circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to bitch about this group mate I have, but I shall not. Not worth my time and my typing abilites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the new year, I shall make some resolutions though I'm pretty sure I won't be able to keep to most of them.&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinate and slack less&lt;br /&gt;2. Shop less&lt;br /&gt;3. Complain less and give thanks more&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding with these resolutions man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.. anyways, my haloscan and tagboard is screwed. the haloscan for this entry is on the previous entry, and the haloscan for the 17dec entry is on the entry before that. Get my drift? And if you want to tag, you need to put your cursor near the boxes until an insertion point appears, then you can click and tag. If you don't get it, never mind. There's always the haloscan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed. Dreadful 3 hour long radio tomorrow. All the best to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. Hugs&amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishing and hoping and praying (and whatever comes next) that my braces come off in 2005. Please please please Doc Onn.. ok, never mind. Night you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110495188241064469?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110495188241064469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110495188241064469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110495188241064469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110495188241064469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2005/01/060105.html' title='060105'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110329715773491568</id><published>2004-12-17T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:25:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th nov '04 -- damn bad day</title><content type='html'>Today has got to be the worse day ever. Evereverever. Wanted to get something from town but a friend couldn't make it. Then I came back.. guess what.. I forgot to bring my keys! Then I had to wait for my mom for about 5 looooong hours to let me into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I THOUGHT the day [or night] was getting better when my mom bought me something and I got a purple tank. But the thing my mom got me is spoilt la. I'm so pissed now. I'm going back to the shop to complain tomorrow. Make them give me a new piece. I'm super damn pissed la. As if my day wasn't bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. I'm superdamn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Eurghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110329715773491568?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110329715773491568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110329715773491568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110329715773491568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110329715773491568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/12/17th-nov-04-damn-bad-day.html' title='17th nov &apos;04 -- damn bad day'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110319693376228950</id><published>2004-12-16T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:35:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 nov '04 -- radio report dued</title><content type='html'>Alright, I haven’t been blogging in a while. But my readership seems to be down. But I shall just continue to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, school has started. And it sucks.. Who has school in the middle of December. As adri said, who shops for school stuff in the middle of December!?!?!? Oh wells, we don’t have a choice either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m taking social psychology, written communication, radio production, marketing, web design &amp; computer graphics and two other IS modules. Bleahh.. I already had work on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s been quite alright being back in school. To see all the people and not staying at home getting fat. But I hate the work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas is coming soon. And I haven’t got the presents and haven’t started writing the cards. And there isn’t caroling this year. Saddening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking of highlighting my hair. Who wants to come along with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I’m done blogging. There’s nothing to say. See you all.&lt;br /&gt;Loves. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;And I want to change my blogskin. It's getting quite irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110319693376228950?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110319693376228950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110319693376228950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110319693376228950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110319693376228950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/12/16-nov-04-radio-report-dued.html' title='16 nov &apos;04 -- radio report dued'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110208323594072114</id><published>2004-12-03T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T06:13:55.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>03 dec '04 -- campfire night</title><content type='html'>am at gwyn's now to shower.&lt;br /&gt;had ss camp campfire just now.&lt;br /&gt;and we [gwyn, shelia, me] didn't want to wait or fight with the campers to shower.&lt;br /&gt;so we're here now.&lt;br /&gt;and I should be back in church now to do devotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, campfire was...&lt;br /&gt;aright la.&lt;br /&gt;not as much energy as the previous campfires.&lt;br /&gt;have no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a pair of black slippers today.&lt;br /&gt;at m)phosis.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;went with jingyin..&lt;br /&gt;and i bought size 8 la..&lt;br /&gt;SIZE EIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;abit too big,&lt;br /&gt;considering i normally wear size 5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;mm, but it looks a lilteensyweensybit too big only.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still happy i got my slippers.&lt;br /&gt;no sign of any nice bags yet.&lt;br /&gt;except for this nice white handbag at southaven.&lt;br /&gt;but it's 59 bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;bleahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aright, i shall leave now to go back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;i think i hear gwyn coming out of the toilet already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm not prepared for school restarting man..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in the holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;plus the thought of having school in december and on Christmas eve is quite bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;see you all in school.&lt;br /&gt;and the others somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;see you all..&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;night world.&lt;br /&gt;i'm late for night devotion.&lt;br /&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110208323594072114?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110208323594072114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110208323594072114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110208323594072114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110208323594072114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/12/03-dec-04-campfire-night.html' title='03 dec &apos;04 -- campfire night'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110139960269851832</id><published>2004-11-26T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T08:33:57.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th nov '04 -- fugly fugly hair</title><content type='html'>Went to cut my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;It looked not bad when i left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't seem to make it look like how it looked like in the salon.&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhywhywhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck looking fugly now.&lt;br /&gt;Until my hair grows out.&lt;br /&gt;And my hair takes forevereverever to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing with my hair the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;and it can't seem to look human.&lt;br /&gt;Booooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..&lt;br /&gt;I've got this two HUGE mosquito bites on both my elbows.&lt;br /&gt;One on each elbow.&lt;br /&gt;I hate rain.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain and my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;I need to complain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 'The Incredibles' &lt;the&gt;is damndamn good..&lt;br /&gt;You all should go catch it.&lt;br /&gt;I like jackjack and dash.&lt;br /&gt;And I give it 5 upon 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;[not like cheapo &lt;strong&gt;xiangwei&lt;/strong&gt; who's so stingy w his stars]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not exactly super looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have to get a new bag and slippers for school.&lt;br /&gt;With my already almost empty pocket.&lt;br /&gt;And before any of you say that i needn't buy them,&lt;br /&gt;I need them.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want to slip and fall and die in my frictionless slippers.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't seem to have a bag suitable for everyday carrying.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp..&lt;br /&gt;Black slippers and a bag.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;For now..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and maybe a few more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously itching.&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are tearing up from tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking about my fugly hair.&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhyyyy.. is it so fugly..&lt;br /&gt;Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I should go sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shelia&lt;/strong&gt; wants t come over tm morning t swim.&lt;br /&gt;She's inspired by e swimming show tt just ended.&lt;br /&gt;ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Bye world.&lt;br /&gt;Bye reality of fugly hair.&lt;br /&gt;For tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Loves. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110139960269851832?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110139960269851832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110139960269851832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110139960269851832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110139960269851832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/11/26th-nov-04-fugly-fugly-hair.html' title='26th nov &apos;04 -- fugly fugly hair'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-110119317638101047</id><published>2004-11-23T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T08:23:48.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd nov '04 -- stoopid blogger</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is the LAST time I will blog if this entry doesn't go through. Bleahh.. I have 3 times already since that pok China trip. And they ALL didn't get through. What are the chances of that man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the China trip was pok. NEVER go to China if you want a fun holiday. But some of the scenery are nice. But it was freaking cold and rainy. Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, what else to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhOHOH!! I got my results back. Quite long ago actually. I passed everything! Yay! But the results are quite bad la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Medisoc -- D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gracom -- D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Specom -- C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Locvid -- B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S&amp;W -- PX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SAB -- A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;And now I have my timetable too. Monday.. MONDAY!! For freaking sake.. 8am to 5pm. How pok la.. 8am every monday, tuesday and wednesday. I end at 5 on monday, 4 on tuesday, 12 on wednesday, 2 on thursday and 3 on friday. 5, 4, 12, 2, 3.. Doesn't sound that bad actually. Compared to &lt;strong&gt;king's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmm, I have quite a bit of stuff to do before school starts. Can't enjoy my holiday right before school starts. The hectic sem.. Anyways, I have the church directory stuff, vbs, ss camp games and the Christmas video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hectic sem.. I'm looking forward to it. And also not looking foward to it. You understand? Holidaying too much has made me incapable of imagining a hectic few months. Aiya.. I'm crapping. People, ignore all this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmm, I'm going over to Shelia's to watch shows later. YAY YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going off to prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loves, Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-110119317638101047?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/110119317638101047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=110119317638101047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110119317638101047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/110119317638101047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/11/23rd-nov-04-stoopid-blogger.html' title='23rd nov &apos;04 -- stoopid blogger'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109973738050614058</id><published>2004-11-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T02:36:20.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06 nov '04 -- dont miss me!</title><content type='html'>Ayee..&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm leaving already.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Study hard! observe the stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwyn&amp;Ss&lt;/strong&gt;: Happy working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;: I finished the book already. when do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone else: &lt;/strong&gt;Enjoy your hols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&amp;A level-ers:&lt;/strong&gt; All the bestfor your papers. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. [:&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&amp;kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I think I'm going to get pneumonia in China.&lt;br /&gt;          Please visit me in China's hospital.&lt;br /&gt;          Ahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109973738050614058?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109973738050614058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109973738050614058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109973738050614058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109973738050614058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/11/06-nov-04-dont-miss-me.html' title='06 nov &apos;04 -- dont miss me!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109963535943567254</id><published>2004-11-05T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T02:54:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>05 nov '04 -- mommy's bday!</title><content type='html'>Today's mommy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday mommy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick run through of what happened this week..&lt;br /&gt;Last sataurday, gtf ecm.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, sushi with &lt;strong&gt;that bunch of gays&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, beaching with the &lt;strong&gt;sisterhood+leon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, caught a movie with &lt;strong&gt;jaime&lt;/strong&gt; and dinnnered with &lt;strong&gt;alan the monkey&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;jenny&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtf will officially be called the gcyf from 2005 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;No more ytf or gtf.&lt;br /&gt;Gcyf makes us sound quite old.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi with those &lt;strong&gt;gays&lt;/strong&gt; was...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;What should I say..&lt;br /&gt;Interesting?&lt;br /&gt;They're a bunch of lamers.&lt;br /&gt;Uber crapp.&lt;br /&gt;Ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did virtually nothing at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;I can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't want to get into the water.&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I got to read &lt;strong&gt;adri's&lt;/strong&gt; book.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;[I love reading just in case you all didn't know that.]&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got to meet the &lt;strong&gt;sisterhood&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them since school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Princess Diaries with &lt;strong&gt;jaime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;None of which will ever happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Only in reel life.&lt;br /&gt;Indulging the little girl in me by watching that show. [:&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered at holland v with &lt;strong&gt;the monkey, jaime and jenny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the partS where &lt;strong&gt;jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and i made fun of &lt;strong&gt;alan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off to China soon.&lt;br /&gt;Midnight flight.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, sunday morning, whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a midnight flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I've just finished reading the da vinci code.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good book.&lt;br /&gt;In a way.&lt;br /&gt;Good story and all.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! , the facts are all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, read it as a fiction book.&lt;br /&gt;Then you won't be affected by it all.&lt;br /&gt;I think..&lt;br /&gt;What affected me was..&lt;br /&gt;Ask me in person.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..&lt;br /&gt;I have to go pack my stuff for the trip soon.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;Love. Hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I love You..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because You first loved me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109963535943567254?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109963535943567254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109963535943567254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109963535943567254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109963535943567254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/11/05-nov-04-mommys-bday.html' title='05 nov &apos;04 -- mommy&apos;s bday!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109898450429147814</id><published>2004-10-29T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:28:24.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th oct '04 -- pissed off w eve</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's officially going to be as bad as today.&lt;br /&gt;Equally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shelia&lt;/strong&gt; can't go out cos &lt;strong&gt;wj's&lt;/strong&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwyn&lt;/strong&gt; can't go out cos she's having attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adri&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; can't go out. Bfs you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King&lt;/strong&gt;.. I don't go out w him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;And i bet he's going out w his hbf.&lt;br /&gt;My sec sch friends.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, i'm not as close to them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You don't expect me to ask them out for 4 days in a row right..&lt;br /&gt;And.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;But.. Wth..&lt;br /&gt;She changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she makes it seem like such a big deal that she's going out with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, to her, dont!&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;Go out with another person,&lt;br /&gt;can go to town and where not.&lt;br /&gt;With me..&lt;br /&gt;Wth..&lt;br /&gt;You change your opinion damn fast cos of a guy don't you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your friends when you need them?&lt;br /&gt;Church friends.&lt;br /&gt;School friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one seems to be around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aright, enough about my non-existent friends.&lt;br /&gt;They cause too much sadness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what i want for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qi Yuwu or Adam Brody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of the two.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not picky.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;, our hybrid IS hot.&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to &lt;strong&gt;Chunliang&lt;/strong&gt; for this.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who came up with this lame theory.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aright.&lt;br /&gt;I dont't want to blog anymore for now.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;About how angry i am.&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;How disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;How..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not feeling very lovey today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109898450429147814?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109898450429147814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109898450429147814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109898450429147814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109898450429147814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/29th-oct-04-pissed-off-w-eve.html' title='29th oct &apos;04 -- pissed off w eve'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109880567117293623</id><published>2004-10-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T08:52:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26th oct '04 -- xw's place</title><content type='html'>aright.&lt;br /&gt;first, i'm saying sorry to the sisterhood.&lt;br /&gt;i was at my friend's place and got too lazy to move.&lt;br /&gt;sorry dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayee.. i stoned the day away at &lt;strong&gt;xw's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have no idea why people don't get the idea that people aren't interested.&lt;br /&gt;my friend, &lt;strong&gt;kevin&lt;/strong&gt; has this girl after him.&lt;br /&gt;and he reallyreally doesn't like her.&lt;br /&gt;but she thinks he likes her.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH he already told her no.&lt;br /&gt;now all of us are thinking of ways to help him.&lt;br /&gt;that poor girl really thinks that &lt;strong&gt;kev&lt;/strong&gt; likes her.&lt;br /&gt;ayee..poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;you should read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sisterhood&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt;i'm sorry dears. i'll go to &lt;strong&gt;king's&lt;/strong&gt; again someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kev&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt;just tell her straight that you don't like her! it's better this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. aright. nvm. at least i'm going out tomorrow. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going off.&lt;br /&gt;not much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;holiday life is boooorrriiinnnngggg.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;aright..&lt;br /&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109880567117293623?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109880567117293623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109880567117293623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109880567117293623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109880567117293623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/26th-oct-04-xws-place.html' title='26th oct &apos;04 -- xw&apos;s place'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109841355261147880</id><published>2004-10-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:52:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd oct '04 - i'm aright i guess..</title><content type='html'>i guess i'm aright now.&lt;br /&gt;sleep cures all.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning,&lt;br /&gt;and realised that,&lt;br /&gt;you can't change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just let it go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;bahh..&lt;br /&gt;leaving sucks doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109841355261147880?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109841355261147880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109841355261147880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109841355261147880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109841355261147880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/22nd-oct-04-im-aright-i-guess.html' title='22nd oct &apos;04 - i&apos;m aright i guess..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109835368795841734</id><published>2004-10-21T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T03:17:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st oct '04 -- lunch w mitch</title><content type='html'>it's sad when you realise that things will never be the same between your friend and you.&lt;br /&gt;when you reminisce about the past and all the wacky times tgt.&lt;br /&gt;times change, things change, people change.&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop that from happening.&lt;br /&gt;and it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;cos this will always happen.&lt;br /&gt;what you feel, is more than sadness.&lt;br /&gt;it's the sinking feeling filling your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that things aren't and will never be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;life changes, and change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;though glad that life is better for&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a friend &lt;/em&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;it's still despairing to know that you won't meet the person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not ever, with the person moving away.&lt;br /&gt;especially if the person is moving out of the country and never returning.&lt;br /&gt;with no more contact with each other,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;no reason to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;em&gt;my friend&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i miss the lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the company.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to drift away from a friend without feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;without feeling upset?&lt;br /&gt;without your heart breaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;too sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;and i irritatingly think and feel too much about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate friends leaving.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how terrible is that feeling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to cry with me?&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall not be so forlorn, and make others who read this feel down too.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;loves ppl. hugs&amp;kisses. }:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep in contact alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll miss you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109835368795841734?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109835368795841734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109835368795841734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109835368795841734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109835368795841734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/21st-oct-04-lunch-w-mitch.html' title='21st oct &apos;04 -- lunch w mitch'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109819053004565420</id><published>2004-10-19T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T05:55:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19th oct '04 -- the cool guy</title><content type='html'>watched the cool guy w the &lt;strong&gt;dfs&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't decide on a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; wanted t watch the exorcist/white chicks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adri&lt;/strong&gt; wanted t watch the cool guy/white chicks,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted t watch anything except the exorcist &amp; white chicks.&lt;br /&gt;sorry dears. but i really have no money t rewatch white chicks again.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the cool guy was good! yay!&lt;br /&gt;the guys were cute, the show was funny.&lt;br /&gt;the girl cried too much tho.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was good! i like the guys!&lt;br /&gt;they were really cool!&lt;br /&gt;ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they call the show the cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;but then..&lt;br /&gt;guys like tt don't exist in real life.&lt;br /&gt;saddd..&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i know anyone who can be something like tt guy.&lt;br /&gt;except...&lt;br /&gt;this one person.&lt;br /&gt;but he's attached [i think] and i don't talk t him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;shows like tt make me saddd..&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;guys..&lt;br /&gt;i can't really be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;guess why.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me who the lead in the cool guy is pls..&lt;br /&gt;none of us know his name.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aright. i'm gna have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;loves. hugs&amp;kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this is damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;ppl, you should watch extreme gourmet.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;funnyfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109819053004565420?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109819053004565420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109819053004565420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109819053004565420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109819053004565420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/19th-oct-04-cool-guy.html' title='19th oct &apos;04 -- the cool guy'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109806951577422860</id><published>2004-10-18T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:18:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th oct '04 -- schools out, hols in</title><content type='html'>school's officially out. for me at least. for 1.1.&lt;br /&gt;and the hols are in.&lt;br /&gt;but i miss school. without the work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to next sem tho.&lt;br /&gt;okays, i shall quit whining. [for now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm borrreeeeeddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;someone help me relieve my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;some people la. have exams now. and school. and all.&lt;br /&gt;no time to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;sadddd.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blaming them.&lt;br /&gt;but this is saddening.&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh! guess what. i chatted w &lt;strong&gt;mitch&lt;/strong&gt; for a lil lil while online last night.&lt;br /&gt;and guess whattttt...........&lt;br /&gt;he's now almost 6 ft tall. abt 180 cm!&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe it man.&lt;br /&gt;he was short........&lt;br /&gt;now he's TALL......&lt;br /&gt;saddddd.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only shorty left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i'm off. my bro's nagging me again.&lt;br /&gt;ask me out people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dyinggggggg of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109806951577422860?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109806951577422860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109806951577422860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109806951577422860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109806951577422860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/18th-oct-04-schools-out-hols-in.html' title='18th oct &apos;04 -- schools out, hols in'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109785053871646809</id><published>2004-10-15T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T07:28:58.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15th oct '04 -- sem is over! yay!</title><content type='html'>oooh! the whole sem is over! yesssss!! it's all over.. til another one and a half months when the hectic sem starts. but nvm, i shall just concentrate on the hols now. ha. happiness.. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e paper today was okay i guess. who would have known tt homosexuality and prostituition is PG rated?!?!? but i'm praying i'll pass. i dont wna repeat anything. oh, and i got a lousy d+ for the final speech. i hope i pass overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about school. we're having brothers' appreciation night tm. and we have t cook. which obviously i'm not. i'll just help prepare. i can't cook for nuts. unless you count instant noodles and plain rice. ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, after buying the stuff and putting them at &lt;strong&gt;gwyn's&lt;/strong&gt; place, &lt;strong&gt;shelia, adeline&lt;/strong&gt; and me headed to jp to have dinner. crazy &lt;strong&gt;shelia&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to eat at fish&amp;co for dinner. i'm poor! i'm broke! i didnt want..... but she was nice enough la. we had long john's in the end. and after, we walked around for a bit and i saw this niceniceniceniceeee green bag at jennyfer. i wanttttt.. ha. oh, adn many many pairs of nice shoes at this shop. hehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, anyways, &lt;strong&gt;darren&lt;/strong&gt;, cheer up. you can't do anything abt e outline now. you passed! that's all that matters. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i'm done blogging for now. my bro needs to use the comp at any time. ohhhh, i want a lap of my own. esp if i need to bring it to school a whole lot next sem. bleahh..okays, nvms, i'm off people. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109785053871646809?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109785053871646809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109785053871646809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109785053871646809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109785053871646809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/15th-oct-04-sem-is-over-yay.html' title='15th oct &apos;04 -- sem is over! yay!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109740965087457866</id><published>2004-10-10T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T05:01:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10th oct '04 -- comment ppl, comment!</title><content type='html'>comment people............ comment!!&lt;br /&gt;this is very saddening. nobody's commenting! not a single soul. nobody's tagging either.&lt;br /&gt;sadness fills my soul. ha. tt's a line copied from &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the usual. service. sunday school [which i haven't been to for quite some time]. lunch. preparation for Brother's Appreciation Night. but went t west mall [of all places] cos &lt;strong&gt;gwyn&lt;/strong&gt; had to pass someone something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! the trip to lousy west mall has made me realised something.. i want to eat cheesecake! ha. gluttony ol' me. did i tell you all tt i had my 20 pcs nuggets? well, i did! not today tho. friday.. [see &lt;strong&gt;adri, king&lt;/strong&gt; i can do it!!] and i finished it all! in an hour or so.. but i don't advise anyone to do that. cos your tummy will feel like it's bursting. which mine almost did. i had to lie down for like an hour or more. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i'm off. pleaseeeeeee comment peopleeeeee. }:&lt;br /&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109740965087457866?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109740965087457866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109740965087457866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109740965087457866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109740965087457866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/10th-oct-04-comment-ppl-comment.html' title='10th oct &apos;04 -- comment ppl, comment!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109728422779779123</id><published>2004-10-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T05:40:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09th oct '04 -- my neck still hurts.</title><content type='html'>my neck still hurts. but it was worse yest. stiff neck.. again! i couldn't turn my head front, back, left, right. i could only look front. felt like a dope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what would you do if you found out tt ppl don't want you? tt you weren't as included as you think you were. tt you weren't... well, you weren't. weren't everything. there's nothing you can do can you. nothing. so you should just let it go. pretend it never happened. tt you never found out. and pretend tt everything's fine and dandy, when deep inside you know tt things aren't. not for now at least. maybe you're just reading too much into things. maybe.. but it still hurt when you think abt it or read abt it. hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, woke up w a terrible terrible neck on fri. felt like my neck was in a cast. was supposed t go catch a movie at jp w some ppl, but they cancelled and asked me if i was fine w it. then i was supposed t go t church t decorate a board. but i decided t lie down t see if my neck would get better. in the end, i didn't go anywhere cept for plaza t return books and t get dinner. hais, i really couldn't go t church. but i admit, i was irresponsible when i didn't go and didn't tell you abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. i'm gg for gtf later. i'm leading today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm off ppl. and my neck still hurts. tho not so much. but it does. well, loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109728422779779123?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109728422779779123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109728422779779123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109728422779779123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109728422779779123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/09th-oct-04-my-neck-still-hurts.html' title='09th oct &apos;04 -- my neck still hurts.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109716471399367842</id><published>2004-10-07T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:58:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07th oct '04 -- speech is over! yay!</title><content type='html'>yay yay yay! final speech is over! i didn't do great. in fact, i did quite bad. but it's alright! it's over and done w! medisoc exam up next. cramcramcram.. after that, almost 2 months o hols! yay! but after e hols.. things will get worse. more work i heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, signing off now. i'm xian. i might be tired or just plain bored. nights all. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109716471399367842?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109716471399367842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109716471399367842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109716471399367842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109716471399367842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/07th-oct-04-speech-is-over-yay.html' title='07th oct &apos;04 -- speech is over! yay!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109694700768169416</id><published>2004-10-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:30:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05th oct '04 -- syed's photoshoot yest</title><content type='html'>mm, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vespas rock!!&lt;/span&gt; ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;strong&gt;syed's&lt;/strong&gt; photoshoot was yest. was there at amk mrt station at 2.30, and guess what.. e ppl weren't there! haha.. oh wells, but &lt;strong&gt;syed&lt;/strong&gt; was all apolegetic abt it. his partner, &lt;strong&gt;allan, aka ying(2) hui(1)&lt;/strong&gt; was there too. [what a dumb sentence. of cos he'd be there! he's the partner! bahh..] mmm, know what? dopey &lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt; was at amk at 1!! goodness.. poor him. wasted an hour and a half o his life roaming around amk central. ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e day was quite fun.  [oh, &lt;strong&gt;adri&lt;/strong&gt;, your blanket! haha..] they were funny ppl. ha.. tt sounded quite off... but nvm. haha.. they shot at their friend, &lt;strong&gt;aaron's&lt;/strong&gt; house. and somebody broke a glass. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, after shooting at &lt;strong&gt;aaron's&lt;/strong&gt;, we headed t town. some alley at somewhere. haha.. and i got my skirt from &lt;strong&gt;aunty wen's&lt;/strong&gt;! yays! ahaha.. after e whole shoot [which took forever], &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; went off, and we went t eat dinner. at 10pm! [oh, and ppl, if any o you ever see allan, &lt;strong&gt;aka ying(2) hui(1)&lt;/strong&gt;, pls sing him a song. e reason by hoobastank. hahahha.. he hates tt song. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vespas still rock!&lt;/span&gt; yays! [&lt;strong&gt;faizal&lt;/strong&gt;, you rock too la. hahha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i have t go get lunch and head down t &lt;strong&gt;danielle's&lt;/strong&gt; house for &lt;strong&gt;king's&lt;/strong&gt; locvid shoot. see you all. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [: [ps, vespas rock! ahaha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109694700768169416?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109694700768169416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109694700768169416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109694700768169416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109694700768169416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/05th-oct-04-syeds-photoshoot-yest.html' title='05th oct &apos;04 -- syed&apos;s photoshoot yest'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109685969186625020</id><published>2004-10-04T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:14:51.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04th oct '04 -- stoopid haloscan</title><content type='html'>bahh.. my whole entry just got deleted. i think i'm gna save every entry first next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, in sum, i'm eating my macs breakfast now, which is veryy niceee.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, yest's filming went okay i guess. cept for e last part, where e sun set, and it was too dark t make out anything. bahh.. but... a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt; t &lt;strong&gt;nicole&lt;/strong&gt;, for acting for us, in not one vid [which she had t act psychotic]. but two! haha.. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt; t &lt;strong&gt;queenie and her family&lt;/strong&gt; for their hospitality and allowing us t use their house. and &lt;strong&gt;her brother&lt;/strong&gt; whose room we cleaned out for one scene, and which we never put e things back. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we headed t &lt;strong&gt;queenie's friend, jonathan's&lt;/strong&gt; house t put e equipment there cos his blk has a lift, and so it's easier t move e equipment. oh, and &lt;strong&gt;eugene, aka eugeney&lt;/strong&gt; lives in e same blk as tt &lt;strong&gt;jonathan guy&lt;/strong&gt; and on e same level too! wahh.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm talking t &lt;strong&gt;jeremy liang&lt;/strong&gt; on msn right now, and he's gna be out o e army in abt a wk! on e 13th o oct t be exact. haha.. yay for you &lt;strong&gt;jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;! haha.. he's getting old man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, back t eating my breakfast. then passing &lt;strong&gt;zat's&lt;/strong&gt; jacket t him, and &lt;strong&gt;syed's&lt;/strong&gt; shoot later, and discussinf speech w &lt;strong&gt;pj&lt;/strong&gt; after. and my mom just called me t see if i can do something for her. and i said i couldn't cos i'd either be at e shoot or discussing speech. i feel badd.. like a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i'm off t eat. loves. hugs&amp;kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[btw, my haloscan is screwed, and so i got a tagboard. bleahh..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109685969186625020?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109685969186625020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109685969186625020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109685969186625020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109685969186625020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/04th-oct-04-stoopid-haloscan_04.html' title='04th oct &apos;04 -- stoopid haloscan'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109664468853681405</id><published>2004-10-01T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:31:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01 oct '04 -- filming today</title><content type='html'>went t film, and was uber late so i cabbed down. but on e way, &lt;strong&gt;adri&lt;/strong&gt; said tt i didn't need t go down if i didn't wna cos it was only one scene. but since i was on e cab alr, i decided t just go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, filming was okay. we took like 11 [or more] takes for just one scene! i think we broke our record. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we were wheeling our equipment out t flag a cab for &lt;strong&gt;izzat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;isabel&lt;/strong&gt; fainted. poor dear. she's under a load o stress. [it's alright dear, we're here for you. you're better off w/o some ppl. and ppl don't dislike you. they care for you..] and also, while waiting for &lt;strong&gt;adri's mom&lt;/strong&gt; t come pick us [thanks auntie], i realised tt there are problems in class. bahh.. i wna help them, but some don't want help. it hurts t be able t do nothing and stand by while watching someone self-destruct. hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gtf tm, filming on sunday, accompanying &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;syed's&lt;/strong&gt; photo shoot on mon and followed by specom preparation, acting for &lt;strong&gt;king's &lt;/strong&gt;grp on tuesday, more specom preparation on wed, final speech on thurs and i don't know what else. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i should be off t bed soon. nights all. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109664468853681405?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109664468853681405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109664468853681405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109664468853681405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109664468853681405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/01-oct-04-filming-today.html' title='01 oct &apos;04 -- filming today'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109660619946418626</id><published>2004-10-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T01:03:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01 oct '04 -- i feel bad..</title><content type='html'>okays, i am officially not worried or confused now. but i still feel like a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t e person: thanks for understanding. i'm sorry for putting you through all tt. you study hard now. and pass! ha. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, just wna say thanks t &lt;strong&gt;my girl&lt;/strong&gt; too. and tt i love her. i just called her cos i was feeling so mean, and she talked t me, even though she was bz. i love you girlie! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm doing precepts w&lt;strong&gt; gwyn&lt;/strong&gt; on e 9th. yay! ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i'm really glad everything's resolved now. [: phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i think i'm gg t buy lunch. have t be in sch at 5 t shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i'm talking t &lt;strong&gt;my cousin&lt;/strong&gt; now. great talking t her nowadays, after not talking for like dunno how many yrs. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, gg off now. feeling a sense o relief. [: loves ppl. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109660619946418626?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109660619946418626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109660619946418626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109660619946418626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109660619946418626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/10/01-oct-04-i-feel-bad.html' title='01 oct &apos;04 -- i feel bad..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109655427437830953</id><published>2004-09-30T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T07:24:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30th sept '04 -- bauhaus is over! yay!</title><content type='html'>yay! bauhaus is over! finally! thank God! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kok kee&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;some other teacher&lt;/strong&gt; kept quite quiet during e presentation. asked some weird qns tt we didn't forsee, some of our stuff were not consistent throughout and i presented quite badly. but thank God is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a 'd', 'e', 'e' for three of my gracom projs. was so disheartening. but &lt;strong&gt;neng hao&lt;/strong&gt; said tt &lt;strong&gt;kok kee&lt;/strong&gt; said tt as long as we get a 'd' on at least one of e projs, he would pass us. hope &lt;strong&gt;neng hao&lt;/strong&gt; is right man. haha.. i don't want t re-take both specom and gracom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, went t town t slack around w &lt;strong&gt;adri&lt;/strong&gt;, met &lt;strong&gt;alvin&lt;/strong&gt; later and &lt;strong&gt;melissa&lt;/strong&gt; came along too. [: finally, a break from e bz-ness. ahaha.. btw, &lt;strong&gt;adri&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sam&lt;/strong&gt; told me tt i needed t hand in background info for speech [which i didn't] and it was too late t hand in. bahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, locvid shooting tm and sunday, a one scene photo shoot for &lt;strong&gt;syed &lt;/strong&gt;on monday, acting for &lt;strong&gt;king's&lt;/strong&gt; group on tuesday and final speech on thursday. okays, workworkwork..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was not bad. haha.. did shoe shopping w &lt;strong&gt;melissa&lt;/strong&gt;! yayness! shoes rocks la. ahaha.. though we didn't get anything at all. haha.. [and thanks for e dinner &lt;strong&gt;alvin&lt;/strong&gt;!] [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, my bro's rushing me. bahh.. off t slp. dead tired. loves. hugs&amp;kisses. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109655427437830953?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109655427437830953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109655427437830953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109655427437830953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109655427437830953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/30th-sept-04-bauhaus-is-over-yay.html' title='30th sept &apos;04 -- bauhaus is over! yay!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109642175749645795</id><published>2004-09-29T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:35:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th september '04 -- mommy found it! yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mommy &lt;/span&gt;found my key for me last night! yay! thank God! she was sneezing, and so she went t get tissue, and she found my key on tt table! yay! ahaha.. i love you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;.. [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyways, was bz doing bauhaus last night, so didn't get t blog abt my mommy finding my key for me. ha. mm, poor &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt;.. bauhaus is killing her brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyways.. i bought this pair of nice heels for bauhaus presentation on thurs, it's nice. and pointy. it's like slip in, but w an ankle strap. i lovelovelove it. ahaha.. and my mommy's getting it for me!i think.. haha. but tt pair of heels can't match jeans. lousyfied.. so now i have t go buy black pants. which i don't have time for.. anybody knows where t buy black pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okays, everyone's outta e house. and i have t rush over t &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king's &lt;/span&gt;house t do bauhaus. [bauhaus is a killer ppl.. if you are gg into mass comm, beware! it takes away your precious slp.. which i think we will do tonight.. not slp.. ahahahah. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okaysokays.. i have t prepare t go &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king's&lt;/span&gt; house alr. thank you all of you who have read till here. cos you've tahan-ed all my whinings.. ahaha.. love you all. [: hugs&amp;amp;kisses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109642175749645795?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109642175749645795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109642175749645795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109642175749645795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109642175749645795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/29th-september-04-mommy-found-it-yay.html' title='29th september &apos;04 -- mommy found it! yay!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109638312070647885</id><published>2004-09-28T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T07:52:00.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th sept '04 -- my key..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i lost my key! *crys* eighty dollars le!! no money!! i dieee.. i only remember throwing into my bag yesterday, and when i was searching for my key t open e door just now, i couldn't find it! when i got t my room, i emptied my bag, but still couldn't find it! i die la.. i don't have $80 t pay for ONE key.. i dieeee..eighty bucks. and my brother and my mom keep scolding me for losing my key.. not only tt.. t copy e key, i have t go ALL THE WAY T KALLANG!! what the..so farrr.. i think i diee.. haiss.. why did i lose my key?? whywhywhy?? *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109638312070647885?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109638312070647885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109638312070647885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109638312070647885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109638312070647885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/28th-sept-04-my-key.html' title='28th sept &apos;04 -- my key..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109620690364611621</id><published>2004-09-26T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:55:03.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26th sept '04 -- my cousins and nieces came over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my cousins and nieces came over. i still have no idea why. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;too unmotivated t go study right now.. locvid test AND specon test tm.. happiness~ and i haven't started studying anything.. bahh.. at least i know e whole &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; haven't started either, so i'm not alone! hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;was late for Galilee's service today, and so went for Calvary's service. wow-wee.. they ended at 12+!! anyways, met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;charissa&lt;/span&gt; there, thank God, otherwise i'd be alone.. cos tt &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shawnie&lt;/span&gt; didn't wna come find me and sit w me. ha. but.. still caught up w &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shawn&lt;/span&gt; at Calvary's fellowship hall for a few mins. thank God for tt.. haven't talked t him for so long, and talking t him brought up how much i miss sec sch life. when life was much much easier, and we saw everyone everyday.. when we were still carefree and all.. days gone which will nv be back.. it's quite saddening t think of it. but i guess it's aite.. i have e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; now! i have no idea how i'd get through sch w/o e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;. [; still hope tt e sec sch ppl'll stay in touch. [if you're reading this, and you're frm tss, call me out for lunch/dinner sometime! hahah..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;met up w e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood + ethan + fo'en + leon&lt;/span&gt;[who came later] t do bauhaus. i tell you, bauhaus is killing us. and i still want a rose when i die, thank you. hahah.. went t creative hands t get some materials.. when we're done w bauhaus, we'll be uber broke man.. no money for e movie &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sammie &lt;/span&gt;wants t watch.. hahah.. we've kinda decided on what e designs for all e stuff are. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xw's&lt;/span&gt; online now, and he doesn't wna blog, and can't do his proj cos he's brain dead now. hahah. this para is dedicated t &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xw&lt;/span&gt;.. [&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xw&lt;/span&gt;, don't say i lie t you nv dedicate a para t you. hahah.] and his proj's damn longgg and he wants t slp.. wahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;listening t indecent obsession's fixing a broken heart now. e song's quite saddening. hmm.. bahh, shan't think abt anything.. studystudystudy.. ahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;off t try t study now.. loves. hugs&amp;kisses. [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109620690364611621?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109620690364611621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109620690364611621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109620690364611621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109620690364611621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/26th-sept-04-my-cousins-and-nieces.html' title='26th sept &apos;04 -- my cousins and nieces came over'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109611532966839189</id><published>2004-09-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T05:28:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th sept '04 -- didn't go for gtf..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, stayed home today t do e mountain full o work. bahh. and missed out on ex-co meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyways, yest, during editing test, and tt &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nwc&lt;/span&gt; pissed me off. she didn't allow me t complete e test! bahh.. shitters. but! we got an A- for proj 1! yay! didn't do well for my camera test though.. had lunch w &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt; and went t &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;girl's&lt;/span&gt; house. wahh.. i like her cheesecake! hahah.. then we headed t citylink, looked around, and didn't buy anything. ha. poor &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;girlie&lt;/span&gt;.. had t walk around w me, and listen t me complain abt how there aren't any nice heels in singapore. hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we headed t cine, t watch a short film tt &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt; helped produce [congrats&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; your first film! i bet it was much better then &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nwc's&lt;/span&gt;. haha], met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn&lt;/span&gt; there, and e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood + leon&lt;/span&gt; after. [t &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;: i'm sorry.. tt i ignored you all.. sorry....] we spotted out e mistakes during e short span of 15 mins. haha. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; and i were irritating ppl. we kept gg, wires! overexposure! too shaky! the lift! everything.. hahah. see what &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nwc&lt;/span&gt; did t us.... after e show, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; left us. hais, i'm sorry dearies.. i didn't mean it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after they left, we headed t bk t sit down, and met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt; after. during which, we met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;andrew &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;syed&lt;/span&gt; [aka, dainty jaw/pretty jawline] hahah.. and yeah, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; should keep his voice low man.. reeeeaaaal lowww.... hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, had dinner on thurs at cafe cartel. now, i'm real confused.. hais.. bahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh! and i saw this pair of pretty heels yest, when i was e girlie! wahaha.. it's damnn niceeee.. i want! buttt...it's uber painful t wear. i tried it on. bahh.. oh! and i want this spag top from mango too. ha. and i need a white button top and black pants for presentation. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hw is still up t my eyeballs. maybe even higher. 2 tests on monday, locvid and specom. tut work due on tues, bauhaus [which we haven's started much on] and final speech stuff due on thurs. filming on fri evening and sun late morning till late. final speech itself on e 7th, and medisoc exam on e 15th. dieness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, my auntie, cousins and nieces are coming over tm.. have t pack my room t make it look like it's in living conditions. like i have not enough stuff t do! greatness~ nahh, i'll just do it and shan't complain. it's just stuffing of things into cupboards and wardrobes.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;off t dinner and more work.. love ppl.. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109611532966839189?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109611532966839189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109611532966839189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109611532966839189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109611532966839189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/25th-sept-04-didnt-go-for-gtf.html' title='25th sept &apos;04 -- didn&apos;t go for gtf..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109582356790856608</id><published>2004-09-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:26:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;girlie&lt;/span&gt; cares for me! ha. just read her blog. mm, yay! ha. thought she'd be too bz t bother abt anything of non-importance. love her loads. really thank God for someone like her. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyways, i have work t my eyeballs. have t be at sch at 12 t discuss final speech w &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; [thank God i don't have t go see tt nwc at 1. but poor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; has t. ha. poor girl.], final speech preparation due tm, editing test on fri [which i have totally no idea how t do], locvid test on mon [heard it's 35%!], bauhaus due next thurs [of which we haven't started on], final speechit self on next next thurs, locvid major proj due onwk 15 and medisoc exam on e 15th of oct. phew.. can't wait for all those t end man. but tt means i'm gna be mugging uber hard. workworkworkstudystudystudymugmugmug. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, yeah, went t je library w e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ethan&lt;/span&gt; last night [after having dinner at e hawker w e bamboo rice of cos..] and met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ronald&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chen guang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; there. ha. mm, had quite a few laughs w e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. ha. esp when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; told us how &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; likes his 'beard' so much, he goes, "sexy right" whenever she asks him t shave. hahahha. and you should have seen e look on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri's&lt;/span&gt; face when she said tt. whaaahaha. funnyyyness.. and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king's&lt;/span&gt; fav book! e 'handbook' t e republic of China. wahaha. it's not really handy tho. it's uber big &amp; heavy. ha. thank God for friends. ha. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gtg sch now. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109582356790856608?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109582356790856608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109582356790856608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109582356790856608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109582356790856608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-girlie-cares-for-me-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109578028532869721</id><published>2004-09-21T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T08:24:45.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God answered my prayers. phew.. twice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayed t God so hard last night in bed. t tell me what i should do. and He answered my prayer today. decided t wait and see what happens. not a bad idea. ha. i feel kinda relieved now. kinda. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and e second thing is....He protected me from this psycho on e bus today. was praying so hard tt nothing would happen t me. i'll tell you what happened... i was on 176 on e way home, reaching home alr, then some psychotic guy hit my arm. then i turned around, shocked, and he looked at me w crazy eyes. madness. i was so freaked out. he scared e living daylights out of me. thank God his friend calmed him down. then after, he went t press e bell [when e bus was gg t e interchange!] and went back t his seat. and then i heard him ask me, softly, 'xiao jie, ni qu na li'. but i pretended i didn't hear anything and continued staring at my magazine. and after, he kept bending down, trying t look at my face. freaked me out man. he's scary. thank God his friend was there and he was nice abt it. apologising again and again. i think tt psychotic guy was high man. on drugs. hais..sickksickk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okays, i wna go slp soon but i have t finish my dinner first. ha. have specom final speech preparation t do w pj tm and tennis after. boringness. workworkwork..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;had medisoc e whole day, did a lil locvid major proj paperwork after, watched some jap cartoon for locvid viewing, and went t je library t research on bauhaus. my knee hurt like mad on e way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bahh.. my bro's nagging at me t get off. gg off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109578028532869721?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109578028532869721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109578028532869721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109578028532869721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109578028532869721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/god-answered-my-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109562652169508014</id><published>2004-09-20T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:42:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th sept '04 -- finished! yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i've finished e media critique! yayness! all done. w 823 words [i think]. ha. i'm off t bed. finally. i hear some cars coming up now. mm, i wonder if it's e newspaper van. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just thought of something.. hope he's not playing me.. hais.. oh wells..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;love you all. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [: i'm off t bed finally. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109562652169508014?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109562652169508014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109562652169508014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109562652169508014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109562652169508014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/18th-sept-04-finished-yay.html' title='18th sept &apos;04 -- finished! yay!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109562493602326857</id><published>2004-09-20T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:15:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th september '04 -- thinking of him..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[i'm taking now as the 18th of september. so today = 18th september '04.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today was a good day. it really was! hehs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sold lunch coupons, helped out in the junior program, and gave out the lunch packets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, when i woke up this morning, he didn't reply to my msg e from the previous night. realised tt it was still quite early and so i decided t wait. was quite saddening t not see his msg come in.. but! he did reply. later in e morning when it was almost noon. but he replied. tt's all tt matters. ha. i smiled like a dope when he replied. said he didn't wna disturb me cos he thought i'd be bz. ha. and after, we talked on and on on  from when i was on the bus on the way home to abt 5.30pm. ha. learnt quite a few things abt him. came home t do my work but talked til quite late and i was tired so i decided t take a nap. he called later when he finished his soccer playing t wake me up. mm, felt kinda nice.. t wake up t his voice. ha. nicenice. verynice. yeah, so i decided t finally start on my media critique and he called again. ha. but then he had t go off t do his econs essay.. so we hung up. and so he went t do his econs essay and me my media critique. but then while doing it, i got so distracted thinking and so i msged him. ha. but then i was on my bed then and i fell asleep [sorry &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dearie&lt;/span&gt;]. ha. but then i woke up at 2am when my brother asked me if i still wanted t use e com. must as well finish e media critique today, so i decided t drag myself outta bed t do it. [bahh i think e whole &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; has finished it cept for me. ha.] yeah, so i'm still doing it now. but it's almost done! *clapclap* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today was really good. but then.... there are things i have been thinking abt. hais. i'm afraid this will die out after some time and then it'll be so weird when we have combined anything. hais.. and i don't want it t move too fast cos then i don't think e friendship or anything will last long. ha. mm, does anyone know what i'm talking abt? i can't exactly put into words what i'm thinking right now. ha. hmm.. i think i've revealed more than enough t e whole world anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh wells..have t go complete e dumbdumb media critique. [i'm almost done! yay! ha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is for him: thinking of you.. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;love you ppl. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109562493602326857?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109562493602326857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109562493602326857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109562493602326857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109562493602326857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/18th-september-04-thinking-of-him.html' title='18th september &apos;04 -- thinking of him..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109552264268774132</id><published>2004-09-18T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:50:42.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th september '04 -- noooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MEDIA CRITIQUE!! AARGGGHHHH! NOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109552264268774132?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109552264268774132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109552264268774132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109552264268774132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109552264268774132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/18th-september-04-noooo.html' title='18th september &apos;04 -- noooo!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109552211634347315</id><published>2004-09-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:41:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th september '04 -- coolness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh, i forgot t blog abt this just now.. it dawned on me while prof jim was giving e msg. tt every single soul in e sanctuary is connected t everyone else thru Jesus. how great eh.. otherwise we won't even know of each other. coolness. related through God. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh wells, off t slp. nights all. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109552211634347315?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109552211634347315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109552211634347315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109552211634347315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109552211634347315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/18th-september-04-coolness.html' title='18th september &apos;04 -- coolness!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109551974415385818</id><published>2004-09-18T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T22:35:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th september '04 -- funfunfun day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;funfunfun! ha. just got home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;had combined bp churches youth games day today. was quite stress doing registration and grouping cos there were somethings gg wrong. but then it got all well. ha. but e grouping was quite screwed i think. ha. anyhow put e ppl into grps last min. but it ain't our fault! ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;was in church in e earlyearly morning w &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shelia&lt;/span&gt; t meet &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sis charissa&lt;/span&gt; t go get palm leaves and shun bian set up tables and chairs for tm. mm, then we took a "tour" around kent ridge sec. it's so pretty! no fair! oh, and when we were carrying e palm leaves t e car, we looked like we were carrying corpses, and gg t dump them in e river. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then we headed t shalom t decorate e rooftop t look like Jerusalem. hmm, e well was real pretty! gd job guys! ha. yeah, so we had a gd time doing registration after. quite messy, but it was fun. i wna do registration again next yr! ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, guess what. some guy had a real serious attitude problem man. and tried t act cool. hais.. these kinda ppl.. poseur. ha. don't really like tt poseur's gf too. oh wells, who said opposites attract? they both were sooo pei.. both trying t act hip and down w a serious case of attitude prob. hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, but! met a real nice person. ha. not exactly gd looking. but nice. ha. niceee.. nice character and all. mmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh wells, i shall go dream abt tt person. hurr. super tired now. have t wake up early t sell lunch coupons. i'm turning into a lunch coupon aunty. ha. bahh.. some guy said i look like a 19 yr old today. bahh.. i need t look younger man. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okays, i'm off t slp.. gg t think abt tt nice person. ha. nights. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109551974415385818?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109551974415385818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109551974415385818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109551974415385818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109551974415385818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/18th-september-04-funfunfun-day.html' title='18th september &apos;04 -- funfunfun day!'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109542290590961089</id><published>2004-09-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T05:08:25.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th september '04 -- towning day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, had camera test during locvid wkshop today. it was quite bad. everyone else's monitor looked fine, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;zat's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; and mine looked uber dark. bahh. and tt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bungbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; was weird again. as usual. she scolded us, then started laughing. scold halfway laugh! madness.. i can't stand her! i reaallyyy can't! bahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, after tt &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bungbo&lt;/span&gt; chased us out of e studio, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt; and i headed t canteen one t lunch [after we walked a WHOLE round around e atrium and then decided tt canteen food is cheaper. ha] and met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri's&lt;/span&gt; friend, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;melissa's friend&lt;/span&gt; at canteen one. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; is madd man. hurr. but in a gd way. she kinda rocks. ha. and so we talked crapp and all. yeahh, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt; realised tt e bitchiest ppl in e sch is frm our course. ha. oh wells..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, i feel like a toot nowadays. studustudystudy.. projprojproj.. no gg out. hais.. but!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then i towned w &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shelia&lt;/span&gt;! ha. happiness. haven't been out for so longg. workworkwork. walked aorund and around. wanted t buy this fox tank, but when i went back, there wasn't any left in my size! bahh.. oooh, saw quite a few nice things today. but decided not t splurge. otherwise i'll be super broke soon. ha. shelia and i went t trim our eyebrows too! ha. and now we look weird. our eyebrows are too thin. and we look like malay girls. noo, we look MORE like malay girls. hais.. and for once in her life, e someone told shelia t draw her eyebrows. ha. funnyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, have t wake up uberuberuber early tm morning t go cut leaves at kent ridge park and then head t shalom by 12. have t be in church at 9.30am t go t kent ridge. mm, have t slp earlyearly tonight man. there ain't anything on tv tonight anyways. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109542290590961089?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109542290590961089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109542290590961089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109542290590961089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109542290590961089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/17th-september-04-towning-day.html' title='17th september &apos;04 -- towning day'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109533832354025472</id><published>2004-09-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T05:38:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16th september '04 -- done deal..all complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;helloes! i have finallyfinallyfinally completed typography today. e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; stayed in canteen 2 for like forever printing and mounting e typo stuff. complete! finally! phew.. mm, up next, Bauhaus. bahh.. oh, and media update is due this monday. mm, more work. but i'm gna lax a lil and not do any work for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, might go out w &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shelia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tm. yay! ha. i need new slippers man. kept slipping and slipping today, on e wet ground. bursted too many of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sam's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; veins. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, watching Singapore Idol now. mm, i like tt guy's teeth. darn straight and white. can't wait for my braces t come off man. but i'm stuck w it for another 4-5 yrs, including retainers time. bahh.. nooo.. hais. tt beverly girl is good man. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lalala.. combined games day coming up. can't wait. but i don't think i'll be gg around playing e games. but! can see e two cuteys again. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just showered. feels darn gd cos i got rained on when walking t gracom consultation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bahh.. as you can see frm e nonsense tt i'm blogging, i have nothing t blog abt. ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[ooh! haizad frm Singapore Idol is wearing king's sweater! yay! i looovvvveeee e sweater. it's niceee! heh.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okays, i'm gg off now. nothing t blog abt. gna go dinnering. loves. hugs&amp;kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[pj, i don't really know what t say t make you feel better. but just wna let you know tt i'm here for you and love you. :] ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109533832354025472?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109533832354025472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109533832354025472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109533832354025472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109533832354025472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/16th-september-04-done-dealall.html' title='16th september &apos;04 -- done deal..all complete'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109500156130897087</id><published>2004-09-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T08:06:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12th september '04 -- puky full..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when i got off e bus just n9ow, there was this cockroach crawling towards me. noo, not crawling. it was sppeding man. it was running. but i managed t avoid it running over my toe, looking like a tard in e process. and in shalom, there was this bee, which josiah didn't believe me when i told him tt, and while walking t shalom, sand got into my wedges. ha. grossy things aside, e day was quite gd! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;got t church in time today, and was so distracted by something/someone. which isn't gd la, cos my attn is supposed t be on God. hais. was sooo v.distracted. ha. met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn's friend&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;friend's friend &lt;/span&gt;in church. ha, it was so funnyy. and i went for ss class! haven't been t lesson for so long, i feel so bad. oh wells, gd news anyways! quite a few ppl are gg for e combined games day on sat! 30 odd ppl! wow! happiness..[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after church, went t meet e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood+ethan&lt;/span&gt; at city hall and proceded t e esplanade library t do our bauhaus proj. which we didn't do much of, cos there wasn't any bauhaus books there! e one we wanted was at je library! goodness. can diee. i just came frm there! mm, but thank God they didn't wna go there t find e bk. ha. went t suntec for a lil after, ate food and sammie bought a toy for her one month old baby cousin. oh and ppl, don't everever eat e kaya toast at suntec. it's grossified. try it at your own risk. don't say i didn't warn you. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;went t shalom after, and it was quite fun. there were only two cute guys there. ha. and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwynie&lt;/span&gt; agrees w me tt they're e only cute ones. ha. but they didn't look fantastic. ha. mm, my...... is still better looking. t me at least. ha. and someone was at shalom too. which made it feel quite weird. hais, i should be nice t tt someone. i'm such a meanie, but not as mean as calling ppl troublesome. hais. anyways, yahh.. went for dinner w &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn&lt;/span&gt; at marche. and a milkshake after. has no space left in my tummy for my ya kun kaya toast. which is why i'm puky full now. ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, gtg. my bro needs t use e com, and i'm kinda tired. another wk of sch starting tm. which means, more work is due. bahh. should get down t starting them soon. ha. oh welly, loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109500156130897087?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109500156130897087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109500156130897087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109500156130897087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109500156130897087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/12th-september-04-puky-full.html' title='12th september &apos;04 -- puky full..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109491236620958165</id><published>2004-09-11T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T07:19:26.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th september '04 -- cottage meeting day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;came home in e morning and tried t find articles for media update, unsuccessfully. and i think i'm almost done w my phonetics journal list. but i have t find out how t pronounce all 30 words tho. hurr. after, while waiting for my bro t get off e com, i fell asleep. hurr. and only woke up at 3.10, when gtf starts in 20 mins! mm, made it in time tho, cos today's meeting was cottage meeting in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;youren's&lt;/span&gt; place which is in bp. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cottage meeting was quite gd today, sang songs, did an activity, and when everything was over, we tried t stretch [unsuccessfully again], some watched tt korean ktv thingy AGAIN, and saw some cute pics of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;youren&lt;/span&gt; when he was younger. he's e original rapper dude man! hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after, we went t plaza t eat some stuff, and had a gd time o fellowship.  jo was crappy again man, as usual. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;feels gd t know ppl care frm e comments from e previous entry. thanks dearies. so....there's love today again! hhahahah.. so, loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109491236620958165?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109491236620958165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109491236620958165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109491236620958165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109491236620958165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/11th-september-04-cottage-meeting-day.html' title='11th september &apos;04 -- cottage meeting day'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109484363458930089</id><published>2004-09-11T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:13:54.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th september '04 -- disappointing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i just read something and it's so disappointing. hais. don't know what t make of it. don't know what t think of it. hais. should i just forget abt it? and pretend tt i didn't read it? hais. i don't know.. i seem t have so many thinds happening t me. i think i just think too much tt's why. hurr. should stop thinking. hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;last night [thurs night], life was quite mean t me. someone was mean. hais. reallyy mean. bahh. was quite upset, and decided t lie on my bed. then e meanie msged t apologise. didn't know how t reply, cos i was still upset. and i still am now. so i didn't reply. e msg is still in my phone. decided not t delete it. i really don't know what t do now. hais. i think i've gotten over it, but i still can't believe tt e person was actually so mean t me. hais. sighsss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;watching ice age on vcd on e tv now. ha. but it's so boring, so i've decided t blog. AGAIN. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn's&lt;/span&gt; doing some gtf stuff, and only &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eve's&lt;/span&gt; watching it. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e day's been quite disappointing actually. hais. didnt get any work done. none at all. i feel like such a failure. no motivation and discipline at all. bahh. have t start soon man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no love no hugs and no kisses this time. don't feel much of any. esp not frm some ppl. hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109484363458930089?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109484363458930089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109484363458930089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109484363458930089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109484363458930089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/11th-september-04-disappointing.html' title='11th september &apos;04 -- disappointing'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109483769534895459</id><published>2004-09-11T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T10:34:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10th sepember '04 -- sleeping day, teh tarik night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just reached &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn's &lt;/span&gt;place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, had locvid today, and as usual, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nwc &lt;/span&gt;was being her usual weird self. and she offended quite a few ppl today. hais. i can't stand her, i really can't. bah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stayed back after tut/wkshop for a lil while, t pei &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt;, and headed home. planned t take a nap, and wake up later t do work. but guess what. i overslept. till 6+. slept for 5 hours! goodness. what a piglet. then &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn &lt;/span&gt;called and asked if i wanted t go for teh tarik w her, eve and ben tonight. so i agreed, after much thought. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, and poor &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sammie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; nwc&lt;/span&gt; changed e grps in both tuts. and she ended up in..let's just say, another grp. hais, poor girl. no &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt;, no anybody in e grp.  mm, it's alright dearie, you shall learn e art of mugging from e ppl. hurr. you may even get t join e muggers utd in time t come! hurr. *hugs* it's gna be alright dearie. just a few more wks before e sem ends. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, teh tarik was okays.. still e same &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;. but yet not e same. does anybody get it? mm, hais.  learnt a few things tonight. let's just say, tt i never thought of it like this before, and it's quite suprising t learn it. quite saddening too. hais. changed my opinion on everything. hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hais, haven't started on anything o e work. hais. deaddeaddead.. dieeeee. mm, e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sisterhood &lt;/span&gt;dies tgt. i want a nice funeral. in e garden of remembrance. and in church later, and be buried in cck lawn cemetery. hurr. and i want flowers. loads of them. ha. okays, i'm bring spas. but i'm a dead duck man. dying duck. will be a dead one by next wk. hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh well, think i wna go slp. have t be home early tm morning. currently staying over at&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; gwyn's&lt;/span&gt; place right now. yeahh.. oh wells.. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses t all. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109483769534895459?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109483769534895459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109483769534895459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109483769534895459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109483769534895459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/10th-sepember-04-sleeping-day-teh.html' title='10th sepember &apos;04 -- sleeping day, teh tarik night..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109470739411606359</id><published>2004-09-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:40:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09th september '04 - in gracom tut right now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm in gracom tut right now. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;choy kok kee's&lt;/span&gt; teaching us how to use indesign. he's good man. i think it's supposed to design magazines and stuff. i don't really get it though. hurr. let's see what i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;always allow 2mm more for spine binding, and 2mm less for staple binding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;always leave 3mm more at e bottom, for the page number, and it looks nicer too. hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;red line = bleed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;black line = size of design &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;picture must be in TIF format and in CMYK [whatever tt is. hurr.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;if you want e pic t be at e edge of e bk, put it t e bleed line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the white arrow is used t delete e pic for e blue cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hurr. tt's all i know man. and i'm confused alr. and choy kok kee just said tt this is just e beginning of e difficult part. hais. dieee. i'm so very com illiterate. ha. i'm gg t fail my Bauhaus man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, just had specom just now. e sisterhood was mugging all of last night till this morning for today's seech. we all slept at abt 4am. thereabouts. all trying t get our outline and ppt done. hais. i slept at 5am, and set e alarm for 6am. but guess what..i overslept. woke up at 7.50am, when adri called me. and tut started at 8am! i was so dead. chionged out of e house, and tried t get a cab. goodness. there aren't any cabs at tt time of e day man. finally got one, but there was a jam. my cab fare came up t $8.20. hais. i'm making myself broke. ha. ph, thanks t my nicee darling brother, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soon seng&lt;/span&gt;, who lent me $10 t cab. i have t return him la, of course, but at least i didn't have t waste time t go draw cash. [: thanks &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, my speech was terribleterrible. i was so nervous. i forgot t say my preview, review and memorable statement. i went, "thanks you." then i thought, "oh no! i forgot abt e memorable statement." hais. oh well, all's done now. can't do anything abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have t go watch some vid for locvid today. after gracom tut. hais. and have t come up w a script for locvid major proj. workworkwork. bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, let's see what's due this wk and next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;locvid script [and paperwork sometime soon] by tm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;media update by next tues, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;financial update by next wed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;phonetic journal + reading passage + Bauhaus consultation by next thurs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and typography sometime soon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and locvid written test on e 27th, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and shooting of locvid major proj within wk 12 t wk 14, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;workworkwork. oh! and i just found out something. e big first alphabet of an article, is called.. a drop cap! wow! i learn something new everyday. hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109470739411606359?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109470739411606359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109470739411606359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109470739411606359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109470739411606359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/09th-september-04-in-gracom-tut-right.html' title='09th september &apos;04 - in gracom tut right now..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109456938304238063</id><published>2004-09-07T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T08:03:03.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07th september '04 -- sneezy ol me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sneezing &amp; sneezing &amp;amp; sneezing. non-stop. specom, gracom [typography], gracom [bauhaus], locvid. hais. i think i'd rather sneeze on for e rest of my life. hurr. itchy eye, sneezy nose. i think i'm off t slp. hurr. nights. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109456938304238063?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109456938304238063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109456938304238063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109456938304238063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109456938304238063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/07th-september-04-sneezy-ol-me.html' title='07th september &apos;04 -- sneezy ol me'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109456912431556158</id><published>2004-09-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T07:58:44.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07th september '04 -- itchy eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my eye's itchy. the left eye. can't stand it man. scratchscratchscratch. hurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i wonder if &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ben's&lt;/span&gt; back alr. if he is, welcome back ben! hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109456912431556158?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109456912431556158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109456912431556158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109456912431556158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109456912431556158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/07th-september-04-itchy-eye.html' title='07th september &apos;04 -- itchy eye'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109438472722249449</id><published>2004-09-05T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:41:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 september '04 -- teaching [aka, making ribena] day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;had t teach today, or as some of you know, making ribena. hurr. i'm e assistant teacher for e creche, and i have t make ribena and wash e plates and cups for them. not a very glam job, i know. hurr. but e kiddies are wayy cute. so it ain' tt bad. hurr. but helping out today was quite tiring. i didn't know where all e stuff were moved t, until an aunty told me. and she's really nice. she always makes e ribena for me. hurr. wahahahs. and i had t wear some shirt over my tank. cos i'm teaching today. hais. it was sooo hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after, i wanted t eat damn badly, cos i was hungy! hurr. [like...duh~] hahs. anyways, and some ppl wanted t eat in e fellowship hall, so i waited. then i had my lunch after, while e guys went for e creative sale. mm, i think my bro's gna get a mp3 player cum thumbdrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i went towning after, although i knew i had t do my gracom. hais. i have absolutely no willpower man. i have t work on tt. ha. ppl, if you wna get something, go get it now! it seems like all e shops are having a sale. ha. mm, i wna buy this maroon off e shoulder top frm ebase, and this pair of earrings frm future state t go w it. and i want this pair of pretty shoes frm some shop in far east too. hurr. i want so many things! i'm gg broke man.. mm, oh, and e traditional kaya toast, at ya kun kaya toast, rocks big time man. i want some more! let's go towning soon. i want my kaya toast! hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mm, i have no idea what t wear w e skirt e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;slackers united&lt;/span&gt; bought me man. noooo idea whatsoever. hurr. and we haven't bought &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king's&lt;/span&gt; present yet! diee.. i have no idea what t get for him man. does any of you? hais. i don't feel like gg for e tennis match tm man. ultimate boringness. hais. hope &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; found something for king today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ben wu&lt;/span&gt; just emailed me today, wishing me happy bday. all e way frm e states. aww, so sweet. hurr. but dearie, i'm 17! not 18! hais.. and my bday was yest. not today. but then again, maybe it's e 4th, american time. hais.. but he should know what time it is over here. hurr. oh wells, see you soon. you'll be back soon anyways. then we can start quarelling again! wahahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109438472722249449?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109438472722249449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109438472722249449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109438472722249449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109438472722249449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/05-september-04-teaching-aka-making.html' title='05 september &apos;04 -- teaching [aka, making ribena] day'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109430741133946683</id><published>2004-09-04T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:45:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 semptember '04 -- todayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today wasn't tt bad. hurr. went t marina south for games, which i only played one game, cos i was too tired after&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tt person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;copied someone and chased us [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and me] up e hill. hais. tt copy shitter. after tt, we attempted flying kites, and i stress, attempted. only a few of us could successfully fly one. but they did it by running round and round e field. hurr. after, we went t have steamboat, and we ate sooo much. we did quite a few spas things too. hurr. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shelia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;had her fill of prawns. i think she had like 30 or more of them. hahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ah. couldn't go home cos he didn't have his house keys, and had t wait in town til his parents were home, which was like, night time. and he kept asking me t go t town t pei him. [i was in marina w my friends dear. and i just reached home!] hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we gathered in church before we headed t marina south. and &lt;em&gt;tt person &lt;/em&gt;was late for a whole hour! and all of us waited for him for an hour. which made some ppl quite upset abt it. anyways, in church, before we left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; gwyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bought me a cake [which she couldn't get e candle lited. hurr.], sang a bday song and made me blow e candle. oh, and passes me her present. and then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shelia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;came in and passed me a present from her and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wei jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;! wow!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wei jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;! hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so, as you can see, today was quite fun! hurr. and, yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;josiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, i think my cap is nice too. wahahahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for e presents dearies. [: loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. &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/7985922-109430741133946683?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109430741133946683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109430741133946683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109430741133946683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109430741133946683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/04-semptember-04-todayy.html' title='04 semptember &apos;04 -- todayy'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109427309871298561</id><published>2004-09-04T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:46:21.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 september '04 -- thanks peeps. [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mmm, i almost forgot. almost. thanks for all your bday greetings today ppl. loves you all loads. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109427309871298561?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109427309871298561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109427309871298561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109427309871298561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109427309871298561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/04-september-04-thanks-peeps.html' title='04 september &apos;04 -- thanks peeps. [:'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109427294411501564</id><published>2004-09-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:47:33.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04 september '04 -- uhh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;uhh, woke up at 11.58am, when i'm supposed t meet gwyn in church at 1pm t do e bulletins. thank God &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gwyn&lt;/span&gt; called t say tt something cropped up and we'd meet at 1.30pm instead. hurr. i wonder how today will be. hais. outing t marina south. t play games i think. gna turn blacker than i alr am. noooo. i don't wna chao ta.. ha. no lunch for me today. i'm hungryy. oh well, got t go alr. rushing t church. see you all. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109427294411501564?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109427294411501564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109427294411501564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109427294411501564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109427294411501564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/04-september-04-uhh.html' title='04 september &apos;04 -- uhh..'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109421576160811436</id><published>2004-09-03T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:56:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03 september '04 -- lousy yesterday, great today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today started off really bad. but it got good when lessons ended. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was latelatelate for tut man. woke up late, at around 7+, cos i was supposed t wake up last night, but my darling bro didn't bother t wake me up, and so i didn't set any alarm. not only tt. e jam was darn bad today. reallyreallyreally bad. i think it happened all over e island. hurr. e bus moved like 1 metre every 5 mins man. i'm serious! i took about an hour and a half t get t sch! an hour and a half! i usually take about half an hour only. 3 times! hais. and then locvid was soo boring. oh, and we didn't hand in our gracom today. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lost her lappie last night. whoever took it, pls return it t her. she misses her lappie soo.. mm, and so she had t bring her another lappie t blk 52 t reformat it. poor girl. e 2 of us are in e fugly lappie club now. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways, after tt, and after lunch, i went home t change out of my heels. it was killing me. hurr. why do i have fat feet! no fair! hais. and i uploaded pics into my online photo album. go check it out! it has today's pics too. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri, jing yin&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; sammie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in town after. and they bought a skirt for me! w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; thanks guys, i love you all! *muacks* hugs&amp;kisses. oh, and we [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jing yin&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;sammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and me] spent like 45 mins in e shop, according t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. hurr. poor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. he had t wait for us for so long. sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. mmm, i love my skirt! it's white, w an elastic waistband, and pretty patterns on it! thanks ppl! hehs. and thanks for tt advance bday msg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we haven't got a present for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yet man. hais. i wonder what he'll like. ohoh! i just found something out today! king's bday is 2 days away from mine. wahaha. finally. someone whose bday is in sept. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yesterday was lousylousylousy man. after gracom [which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;choy kok kee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;let us out early at abt 1+], we [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and me] had t wait until 6pm t start shooting [we're helping t act as extras for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;locvid group]. not only did we had t wait so long, they took like 15 takes for 1 scene! hais. and king was so nice yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; syed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;backed out &lt;/span&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; pj's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;group, cos he was ill, and we called king, t ask him t stand in, and he was so nice! he agreed! he was in town, but he came all e way back from sch just t fill in. and we ended at 9+. poor him. he didn't have e time t return his friend e tennis rackets. nice kingy. hurr. oh. and king looked nice yest wearing a button shirt. didn't take a pic of it though. ha. you rock la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for being so nice yest. ha. anyways, some ppl ain't tt nice man. they were e ultimate worse. hais. it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, you still have us. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after filming ended,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pj&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;fifa&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tania &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cabbed home, and we were reminded again of how ungentlemanly some ppl can get. hais. and after, poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;adri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lost her lappie, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lost her wallet [thank God she found it today]. hais. lousy yesterday eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;came home, called everyone and asked if they saw e lappie. hais. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i talked abt stuff. hais. i thought they forgot, and i was -- i dunno. upset? hais. cried and all. but found out today tt they didn't forget. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mm, i have t go have my dinner now. thanks again for e present peeps! love you all loads. hugs&amp;amp;kisses *hugs* *muacks* [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, i had russian ice cream today. trust me. don't evereverever get russian ice cream. it's embarassing. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, cap shopping! remember! hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109421576160811436?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109421576160811436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109421576160811436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109421576160811436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109421576160811436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/03-september-04-lousy-yesterday-great.html' title='03 september &apos;04 -- lousy yesterday, great today.'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109406661893987432</id><published>2004-09-02T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:23:38.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st september '04 -- to be w you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kept singing tt chorus over and over in my head today in e bus on e way home. dunch know why. actually, i do. but it's all in e past. just reminiscing [is it spelt like tt? hurr]. and i'm listening to it now. hurr. don't blame me peeps. i'm not into it anymore. just reminiscing, rem? ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tennis wasn't tt bad today. maybe cos i actually tried t play. hurr. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shaam&lt;/span&gt; [i don't know if it's spelled this way] was nice today. btw, he only knows dirty jokes and religious ones. hurr. none of us brought soap. so we had t ask &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pj&lt;/span&gt; t borrow frm her friend who lives near kismis. hurr. and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; waited for us for like sooo loonngg. ha. [sorry dear..] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;specom research and all due tm. and i'm gna talk on e vietnam war. thanks to,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gwyn&lt;/span&gt; [who told me about agent orange]. and i haven't even started on gracom, which is due this fri. thank God for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nicolas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wee yeng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alvin&lt;/span&gt;, who are gna help me. hurr. [thanks guys!] went t fancy paper t buy e materials for gracom w &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; today. e shop is uberuberuber nice. it's pretttyyy. i wna buy e whole shop. hurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i shouldn't be blogging now. but..... i'm gna slp now. have to wake up at 6am. tm's an 8 o'clock day. for sure. hurr. nights. loves. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109406661893987432?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109406661893987432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109406661893987432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109406661893987432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109406661893987432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/09/1st-september-04-to-be-w-you.html' title='1st september &apos;04 -- to be w you'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109387544488269920</id><published>2004-08-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T07:25:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30th august '04 -- sch life starts again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;today started out bad. i thought tt today was a 8 o'clock day, and so i set my alarm for 6am. but then i realised later [at abt 7am] tt tosay's a 10 o'clock day. hais. so i brushed my teeth darn clean [as clean as i could], but it was still early[7+am only]. so i went back to sleep and set e alarm for 9am. when e alarm sounded at 9am, i roused, but went back to slp, telling myself tt i'd slp a few more mins. then i heard my mom &amp; my bro talking, and i saw tt it was 10am! i was soooo dead. decided to skip locvid lect [it's boring and quite useless anyways], but my mom started nagging at me. hais. so i decided to cab down. and thank God, a cab came straight away when i waked outta my house. hurr. so i reached e lect theatre at 10.20am. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; pj&lt;/span&gt; said tt her grp wouldn't be filming today. cos tt bee-yatch of a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tania&lt;/span&gt; didn't wna come down t np t film today. crapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went lunch at galileo cafe, and e chicken cutlet there was darrrnnnnn tough. according to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;, we had an old chicken. and according to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt;, our chicken had a stroke. tt's why it was so tough. couldn't move. wahahah. crapp. i know. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;daphney&lt;/span&gt; at canteen one and we all [e &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jing yin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;daphney&lt;/span&gt;] went to e library to slack. wahaha. i'm gna vote for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;daphney&lt;/span&gt;! you all should! she's nice. and cool. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dfs&lt;/span&gt; went towning after e boringgg gracom lect [seriously, gracom lect is boring like crapp. and it's totally useless!], sam bought a a&amp;amp;f skirt, and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;adr&lt;/span&gt;i and me reserved one. and we're gna get it soon! hahs. another new skirt! i'm so happpyyyyy! i love you &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aunty wen&lt;/span&gt;! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go back to tss tm. no timeee. have to do sab stuff. xians. and i have no idea how to do tt. sab is totally useless man. how can you TEACH entrepreneurship!?!?? hais. maybe, just maybe, i can meet them IF they go out after meeting in tss. hais. and i'm worrying about e gracom typography proj. i have no idea to do it man. hais. i dl-ed a font, and i have no idea how to use it. hais. i totally suck at gracom man. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i wna watch friends now. till another time..[: hugs&amp;kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i learnt somethings abt &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;today. hais. i don't know how i'm feeling abt it. don't know what i'm supposed to feel abt it. i don't know anything man. sighs. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985922-109387544488269920?l=wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/feeds/109387544488269920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985922&amp;postID=109387544488269920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109387544488269920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985922/posts/default/109387544488269920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wistfulintoxications.blogspot.com/2004/08/30th-august-04-sch-life-starts-again.html' title='30th august &apos;04 -- sch life starts again'/><author><name>fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15009659714803372667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7985922.post-109377908056523564</id><published>2004-08-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T04:41:05.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th august '04 -- back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e trip wasn't tt bad. but it wasn't fantastic either. hurr. here's what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;got off e plane, went to e hotel, and went out for a little while. mmm, we ate [i don't get why they wanted to eat. we just ate on e plane. can die from overeating man], and i ate a banana pancake w ice cream. it tasted like goreng pisang w ice cream. and there was this old ang moh guy who smiled damn sickly to me. and he alr had 2 thai ladies w him. and he's old and ugly. and he still dared to smile at me. i felt like slapping him. ugh. but i just diao-ed him. think i'd get into trouble if i slapped him . hurr. then we walked about one of e night market. went back to e hotel and watched &lt;em&gt;loser&lt;/em&gt; on star movies [which i did a whole lot over there. hurr.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e day started waay too early. we had to be ready by 9am [singapore 10am], and i slept super late e night before. cos of e tv e watching. ha. we went to see all e 5 beaches, and we went to e viewtop to see 3 of e 5 beaches at one shot. and after, we went elephant trekking! tt was quite fun. it was boring after a while, but e starting part was quite scary. i felt like i was gg to get thrown off e elephant! hurr. yeah, after tt, we went to a temple, a shirt factory, a cashew nut factory, ate some [lousy] bird nest and sharks fin, and went to a gem gallery. my goodness. tt gem gallery was &lt;em&gt;HUGE&lt;/em&gt;. seriously biiig. e shop is bigger than my house! hurr. headed back to e hotel, and went to patong beach, which is e beach nearest to e hotel i was staying in. did a lil shopping, and i bought a preeetyyy sarong. hurr. they claim it's silk, but it feels darn rough. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;slept in a lil later, and almost missed breakfast. went to e beach, and i went parasailing! tt was e most fun thing i did in phuket! ha. but it lasted for like a few mins only. i was gg down just when i got unscared. sads. i wanna do it again man. sooooon. hurr. mmm, went for a thai traditional massage [which wasn't tt fantastic and didn't do much for me], walked around a little and e day ended. reached e hotel at like12 or 1 in e morning, thai time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;did nothing at all today. ate breakfast, packed up and went to e airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;phuket has like sooo many non-thais. and sooo many eurasians. and most of e eurasians have a thai girl w them. goodness. bars line e streets and thai girls stand outside trying to entice guys to go in. oh, and there were loads of trans. loadsandloadsandloads of them. serious. and some of them are really pretty. and there was this one restaurant where we ate at, e owner used to live in singapore, he said tt patong is also known as e playboy areas. loads of guys [esp e eurasians] go to patong, get a 'gf', play w them, buy them a business, and leave. and in phuket, from what i see, the cost of living [for e thais] is quite high, and e food cost quite abit [for e thais]. and so, they do things to get e money. tt' s what i see and what i presume la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i bought, a bag, a cap, 2 skirts, a pair of [ugly] slippers, and chopsticks [for sch and church ppl, but i've only got 5], and a wooden bracelet [for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;kingy&lt;/span&gt;. hurr. not tt &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; would read this, but, sorry &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt;. couldn't find things to buy for you. no guyish stuff. 'cept for boxers. and you can't expect me to get tt for you right..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyways, tt's all tt i can remember from e trip. i have to go buy dinner now. i'm hungry. once sch starts, i'd be back to eating sandwiches everyday. hurr. so i better eat what i can now. ha. i'll blog more abt e trip if there's anything else tt i can rem. love. hugs&amp;amp;kisses. 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