<?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-5713441721138356250</id><updated>2011-09-26T18:10:20.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make us smile,</title><subtitle type='html'>Like the same old things do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713441721138356250.post-4081854213133921711</id><published>2010-08-14T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T03:17:28.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 3AM at night, and I'm sitting here staring into space, thinking about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how fast this year has gone by. When I look back on yesterday I see myself walking into a class on the second level on the first day of school, a new environment, but surrounded by people I've seen one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these people have yet to be seen through by me, but yet the year's passing so fast. 7 and a half months have passed just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the year to end. It's tearing me apart. And I can't wait (I really can't wait, because I don't even want it to come) for the impending 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've met new people I like, new people I hate, new people I'm fine with, new people who will all be a fragment of my memory when the year ends. I hope not, I hope&amp;nbsp;they'll be more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 and a half months. Time's gone by just like that. People have changed, people have walked in and out of my life, well. It's Life, i'n'it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll never be a post that will detail the year. Because words can't express whatever's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a day for new beginnings. Each day is a day for painful endings. Each day is a day to never forget, regardless of how happy or unhappy it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day. The two words are still reverberating in my head. Each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time left in 2010. And I can't help but feel pained that I have no idea how to cherish Each Day. Is it just by living your life to the fullest Each Day? I don't know. But I want the Each Days to remain here. That's impossible, but it doesn't hurt wishing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes. Those are what I walk in. Shoes are the things that I walk in, that I walk through my life with. They are the perfect footprint (no pun intended) of where I've walked, how I've walked, and how far I've walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop sleeping so late and thinking about horrifying things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4081854213133921711?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4081854213133921711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-3am-at-night-and-im-sitting-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4081854213133921711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4081854213133921711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-3am-at-night-and-im-sitting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6405531862767289541</id><published>2010-08-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:11:42.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just an update on how life is before I walk away from this blog forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great now. Like, I don't have anymore huge crisises or anything to cry about / over anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm on a really smooth and traffic-free Route 66.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of me is free now. I'm ready to take on whatever's coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, to feed my insatiable hunger of... something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6405531862767289541?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6405531862767289541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-update-on-how-life-is-before-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6405531862767289541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6405531862767289541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-update-on-how-life-is-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-1134779256698311250</id><published>2010-06-30T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:42:40.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having wild dreams even I can't interpret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-1134779256698311250?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1134779256698311250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-wild-dreams-even-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1134779256698311250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1134779256698311250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-wild-dreams-even-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5251532524325135331</id><published>2010-06-24T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:12:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I still think that I can do better with you. And sometimes, I still think that I can do better without you.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be like a vicious cycle. It's not going to stop. Instead, it'll go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Even Love ends quicker. Once it's over, it's over, and you'll feel extremely sad -- but you get to move on with a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't go that way in Friendship. I'm sorry, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, I committed mistakes I still regret till today. If I make another mistake, I swear I'll regret it till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to regret. I don't want to fret, I don't want to frown, I don't want to be sad. I just want to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's not as easy as I thought it would be. It varies, the time you need to pull out of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, easy or not, I know I am moving on. Even that teeny bit of change in my actions tells me that I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy. For me, and for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, now I've opened my eyes again, just like how I did in the past. I realized I was better off on the safe side of life. Quote a lyric from Kelly Clarkson's 'Because of You'? Nah, everyone knows the lyrics to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never, ever take risks in life again, even if that's what I need to do for happiness. Happiness is never eternal, so why bother taking risks for something that's temporary?&lt;br /&gt;Small moments in life are satiable enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy, moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5251532524325135331?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5251532524325135331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/looks-like-i-moved-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5251532524325135331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5251532524325135331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/looks-like-i-moved-on.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8394368637994417331</id><published>2010-06-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:12:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's always a moment in life when you find someone whom you think shares an affinity with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't always trust people so fast. You fall too fast, too deep, and then you fall out of it. How much hurt you'd be feeling is akin to how much you&amp;nbsp;put in for a relationship. The worst part was that I trusted you so much. And now that I've got my reasons for countering whatever you thought about me, I realized that everything was falling apart, so why bother salvaging it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you were all I need. No one else really mattered anymore. Turns out I was wrong. Well, I've wisened up. I'm not going to let anything hinder my judgment from today onwards. You've proven me wrong, kudos to you. Well, I'm not going to let you in anymore. And it's possible. Everyone has the ability to set&amp;nbsp;a barrier before themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to&amp;nbsp;close up completely. I'll be seeking death if I did that. I'm just going to close up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I could do a lot better with you. Now I think I can do better without you. I don't want to stoop to that low a level to keep you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, hasn't this been repeating itself just one too many times in my life? But this time round it hurt me so badly, it's shown me how much I did for this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8394368637994417331?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8394368637994417331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-always-moment-in-life-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8394368637994417331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8394368637994417331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-always-moment-in-life-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6422128226706405846</id><published>2010-06-09T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:03:39.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm crying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time that I've cried over screwed-up humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who has committed a mistake deserves to be forgiven. Those who do not forgive are the ones who are committing the unforgiveable mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*** did my grandfather do to deserve such emotional isolation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*** did he do to deserve (&amp;amp;%(*&amp;amp;#*(% years of such treatment from his own wife, daughter and son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*** did he do (or not do) to incur the wrath of my mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, what the f*** did I do to get such a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've whined to about 4 people now. I wish there were actually people I could talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I just saw for myself with the naked eye how cold and unloving the human race can really be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6422128226706405846?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6422128226706405846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-crying-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6422128226706405846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6422128226706405846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-crying-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3832778224650545877</id><published>2010-06-07T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:30:37.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3832778224650545877?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3832778224650545877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/history-repeated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3832778224650545877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3832778224650545877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/history-repeated.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8432771429457330801</id><published>2010-06-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:22:12.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really excited for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, next week's schedule will be posted here for my own enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Drama (0900 - 1200), slacking outside Starbucks (1630 - 1830) and&amp;nbsp;Tuition (1900 - 2045)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Drama (0900 - 1200) and collection of "a certain something" from "a certain somewhere" (afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Drama (0900 - 1200)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8432771429457330801?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8432771429457330801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-really-excited-for-next-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8432771429457330801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8432771429457330801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-really-excited-for-next-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3231892203587910923</id><published>2010-06-05T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:34:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a nice day spent at FarEastPlaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my glasses, Elizabeth's glasses, a cool bracelet, a white belt and 3 albums (Kelly Clarkson's &lt;strong&gt;All I Ever Wanted&lt;/strong&gt;, Rihanna's &lt;strong&gt;Rated R&lt;/strong&gt;, and Lady Gaga's &lt;strong&gt;The Fame Monster&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3231892203587910923?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3231892203587910923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-was-nice-day-spent-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3231892203587910923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3231892203587910923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-was-nice-day-spent-at.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5394066751124518714</id><published>2010-06-04T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:04:00.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is a User Review for my new precious, my Samsung Corby Pro B5310.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot question: Is it worth buying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer you that with the following items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone features... (in no order of preference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3G (w/ video calling)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.15MP camera (not fantastic, but the rest makes up for this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondary camera available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slide-out QWERTY keyboard (best thing of this phone to me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TFT Resistive touchscreen (which, personally, is more desirable compared to capacitive touchscreen. Resistive touchscreen allows anything that applies pressure to touch (ie. finger, stylus, pen) while capacitive only allows usage of the finger)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.8" QVGA full-touch screen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samsung TouchWiz 2.0&amp;nbsp;UI (similar to Android)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wi-Fi enabled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, Bebo, Google are all included in the Widget list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mobile Facebook and Mobile Myspace available (the apps)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GPS (supported by&amp;nbsp;A-GPS)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gesture unlock feature available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Java-enabled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Impressive enough? To me, I got this phone as an upgrade to my SE W705. And the best thing about W705 that I didn't want to let go of was its Task Manager. But Gordon (thanks!) found the Task Manager in my phone. Dang, it's stupid how I was careless enough to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not saying this phone doesn't have any negative points, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondary camera is available, but no photography is allowed with it (only enabled during video calling)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No games (I had to download them from Samsung's appstore, but I only got the free ones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of apps (quite bad, I had to download most of them from getjar.com, and this website is useful all Java-enabled phones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant messenger does not support MSN or Yahoo (hell, I had to download ebuddy. And even ebuddy didn't work right for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess one very useful feature of this phone is the Java. I mean, you get to download .jar files and you can install them on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5394066751124518714?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5394066751124518714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/check-previous-post-for-this-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5394066751124518714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5394066751124518714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/check-previous-post-for-this-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7623158352120099586</id><published>2010-06-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:16:25.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An update about the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd June, Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Meet-the-Parents at 8am, then later Drama at 9. Results were okay, I felt I could've done better. My position dropped. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's after that? Oh, right, Drama. I was waiting for Drama to begin. When it finally did, there were really few people around. Only 6 people were called in, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was nice. Did the first two Parent-scenes with Sharmini and JC. I loved the scenes. I mean, who wouldn't love the throwing of hazardous shit around the room? They were throwing markers and blu-tack and the like. The real ones would be plastic plates, forks and spoons. (FORKS AND SPOONS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did scenes with Eliz, King and Tyr. Nice scenes we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch at Pepper, with... Eliz, Ashely, King, JC, Chester and Tyr. Great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left for home. That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd June, Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 0955. Saw 2 texts from King and Eliz, asking me what time Drama started. Evidently, they (also including Gordon)&amp;nbsp;reached at 0900, thinking that Drama started then. No, Drama started at 1400 for today. But I offered to join them in waiting till 1400. :D&amp;nbsp;I didn't have anything to do at home, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the Playground. Apparently Gordon and Eliz were plotting to ignore me, but I only catched it after I took off my earpiece because of... ah, misinterpretation. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Hub. Wanted to have Sumo, but in the end went to Mos instead. It was a very laughey time we had there. Anytime spent with Gordon would be laughey, anyway. But this was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then we left for Playground again. Did Amazing Race with Gordon. Then Gordon got a call from Suwen and told us that Suwen sounded angry and sad and the like and asked for us to return. So we raced back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GORDON TRICKED US! Suwen wasn't angry or sad at all! Dang it, and there was some crazy road-running action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Drama was fruitful. :D Other than the scolding we got at the beginning of the session, the other parts were alright. I loved the Kungfu sequences. I liked how Jim/Gordon's group did the screwed family thing, and how Lucas/Sean's group did the friggin' awesome girl-power thing and the off-the-wall stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO SCREAM. SCREAM. SCREAM IN GLEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bus-stop with XT.&amp;nbsp;Then met Licy, Nicole and Benjamin. Then took 169 with them. Talked with Licy. Thanks, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th June, Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! was not awesome initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Drama was alright. Rehearsed many scenes. I still can't scream properly. Ashely, stop laughing when I scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did an average job with the memorising of the lines. Not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch with JM, Gordon, Lemuel, JC, Chester, Keith and Tyr at Sumo. Change confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to work on my scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7623158352120099586?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7623158352120099586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-about-past-few-days-2nd-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7623158352120099586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7623158352120099586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-about-past-few-days-2nd-june.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-1313864373919657465</id><published>2010-06-02T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:26:45.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't 'AAH'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-1313864373919657465?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1313864373919657465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-aah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1313864373919657465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1313864373919657465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-aah.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2424229819025115047</id><published>2010-06-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:50:50.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get a haircut after Olympiad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympiad was hilarious! SH threw paper balls again. Then a paperball fight ensued! WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, went for lunch with Khiawoon, Yixuan, Jiayan and Huiyi after Olympiad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I went home, I decided to go get a haircut, but Mama wasn't free. So went with Gma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met this super cool and nice hairdresser at Thomson Plaza's Keller Salon. He's really&amp;nbsp;very nice/cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to shower in purified drinking water. He praised my Chinese. He styled my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that shaggy hair look now. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, the dude rocks man. He's one of those nice-nice guys. HAHAHA, I like how my hair looks. MESSY FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2424229819025115047?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2424229819025115047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-mortals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2424229819025115047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2424229819025115047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-mortals.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2483128607389809601</id><published>2010-05-31T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:30:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I messed my schedule up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking that today was 1st. Okay, it isn't, it's 31st. Of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't really look forward to this "empty" day (the rest of the week is filled with school activities), but my evening really proved to be fruitful. HAHA YAY. I rock, my day turned from bad to good. I rock; you stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat outside Starbucks, recreated the "author-deep-in-thought" posture. Yes, sat there staring at my laptop, enjoying the (crazily humid) breeze as I wrote a few random drabbles on MWord. Even had WChocolate Mocha Frappucino. Yes, it was a fruitful day indeed. 8D HAHA NOT YET &lt;em&gt;LAH&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from Peiern, then she met me at Starbucks. Then we moved inside Starbucks. For a short while. Then left for TLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was freezing cold. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wandered around the place, she bought an iPhone cover, then we went back, then I spited RachelNeoh again! HAHAHAHA. ORANGE SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch Annoying Orange! &amp;gt;:D Oh and I got into a jabbing session with RachelNeoh. I love jabbing her with my flexicurve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, okay, then... MsLHQ taught Quadratic curves; I died. ): Slowest/suckiest chapter ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at drawing these! Then RachelNeoh taught me. HAHA thanks. But she also ruined the moment for me a few times. HAHA I felt like strangling her. ASPHYXIATION 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the end of class. My phone rang, LOL! "And I said, 'Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone'" LIKE OMGWTFLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang two times, LOL! YHuiyi called, actually. But I returned her call after class. Besides, the ringing of my phone broke my graph. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was suffering from gastric/cramps throughout the whole lesson. Persisted at home, too. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. So that's my Monday. Apparently, if it wasn't for Olympiad, my Mondays rock. And according to Peiern it's 'cause I can see her. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I love my Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have my Olympiad test tomorrow. Guess what? This is one test that I feel utterly defeated by even before I take it. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2483128607389809601?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2483128607389809601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-messed-my-schedule-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2483128607389809601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2483128607389809601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-messed-my-schedule-up.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-1136961375445906732</id><published>2010-05-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:23:57.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason I'm really excited about Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I can't help but jump up and down in excitement (metaphorically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I'm going bonkers. I'm seriously losing my mind trying to contain the ostensible excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I'm so happy. xD HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-1136961375445906732?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1136961375445906732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-some-reason-im-really-excited-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1136961375445906732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1136961375445906732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-some-reason-im-really-excited-about.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-877858109424387648</id><published>2010-05-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:37:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized I haven't posted about my results. They're quite uneven. BUT I'M STILL A HAPPY KID :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly for SA1 only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language: B3 (68)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: A1 (86)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese: C6 (55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: B4 (60)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: B4 (60)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature: A1 (76)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art (not tested): A1 (80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T (not tested): A1 (77)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's somewhere there. I did below my expectations for certain subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-877858109424387648?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/877858109424387648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-realized-i-havent-posted-about-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/877858109424387648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/877858109424387648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-realized-i-havent-posted-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2310216520632711579</id><published>2010-05-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:57:36.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I QUITTED!&amp;nbsp;I QUITTED! I QUITTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From HCL, of course. It's good to know I wasted only three and a half years studying for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an afterthought, no, it isn't. I wasted 42 months doing this subject, only to see it fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in any case, I'M A HAPPY KID :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll no longer complain about studying anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't, I won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's Geography (oh my, I don't like this, but if I managed to scrape an A2 last year I think I can do it again) and Home Economics (I LOVE THIS, plus my partner's an awesome one :D so yeah, I think I'll rock in this)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my academics for next semester would be smooth-flowing, and besides, I'M HAPPY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm happy, I can study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can study,&amp;nbsp;I MIGHT ACE MY PHYSICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to shut up. I should stop being so happy. I should go indulge in So Happy I Could Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaga FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2310216520632711579?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2310216520632711579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-quitted-quitted-i-quitted-from-hcl-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2310216520632711579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2310216520632711579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-quitted-quitted-i-quitted-from-hcl-of.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-490530352989895930</id><published>2010-05-25T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:27:55.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my SA1, oh yeah, hell yeah I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only lucky my Math, Art, D&amp;amp;T and Lit pulled me up. 'Cause those were the only ones I scored A1s in. The rest sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my HCL pulled me down by a lot. Which is why I wanted to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my teacher hasn't talked to me at all. Even though she promised to. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to pray that she'll talk to me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-490530352989895930?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/490530352989895930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/490530352989895930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/490530352989895930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8070004151530152413</id><published>2010-05-23T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:11:09.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mild fever, cough, flu, phlegm, sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I'd be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2e2e2e; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I thought you'd ask if I was alright. But no, no get-well wishes from you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, a lot's going on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8070004151530152413?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8070004151530152413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8070004151530152413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8070004151530152413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-441630542689756391</id><published>2010-05-19T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:28:28.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-441630542689756391?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/441630542689756391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/102-its-all-my-fault-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/441630542689756391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/441630542689756391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/102-its-all-my-fault-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5357514484140374028</id><published>2010-05-15T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:31:24.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hyped for the post-exam period ! let's see ... yesterday was the end of exams .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also the second post-exam day i spent alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry &amp;gt; jiemin &amp;amp; bryan , for ditching you two yesterday . mama kept me at home . plus ... i was feeling kinda down , so i&amp;nbsp;thought i might spoil your moods if i followed . well , next time ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well . i guess that's all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know if you can tell , but i'm trying to hide all the unhappiness . i'm trying so hard . because you mean so much . well , i guess the feeling of being dumb comes back once in a while . i thought you were the last person on earth who would make me feel that way . well , thanks for nothing .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no , i am not in love . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay , toodles .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5357514484140374028?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5357514484140374028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/101-im-so-hyped-for-post-exam-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5357514484140374028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5357514484140374028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/101-im-so-hyped-for-post-exam-period.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2925620296257648889</id><published>2010-05-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:36:01.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to celebrate the end of the exams, hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the evil monster has come and gone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time for celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too hard a task to attain finality. I'll never come to closure, don't you see? I can't understand you anymore. Maybe I never did. I feel like I'm losing you, but yet I can't do anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2925620296257648889?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2925620296257648889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-post-this-is-to-celebrate-end-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2925620296257648889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2925620296257648889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-post-this-is-to-celebrate-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3858123099865617956</id><published>2010-05-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:59:04.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The ninety-ninth post of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Best episode of The O.C. yet -- The Safe Harbor , the 62nd episode . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It totally encompassed the true meaning&amp;nbsp; of friendship , and well , it's hard to say what this episode meant to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know it means a lot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Think I'll remember this episode forever .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3858123099865617956?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3858123099865617956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/ninety-ninth-post-of-this-blog-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3858123099865617956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3858123099865617956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/ninety-ninth-post-of-this-blog-best.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-9157254729432981409</id><published>2010-05-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:51:27.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I knew it wasn't going to be long until I blew up at the sheer atrocity of the 7pm drama on Channel 8 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I never knew I could react in such a way upon watching some good acting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;That amoral son , that sympathetic mother ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The world's screwed because of him !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well , I should get back to revising History .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-9157254729432981409?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/9157254729432981409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-knew-it-wasnt-going-to-be-long-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/9157254729432981409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/9157254729432981409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-knew-it-wasnt-going-to-be-long-until.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3772204591233792382</id><published>2010-05-09T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:06:58.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dang . It's a huge pity , how many stars are quitting Mediacorp .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I never saw Jesseca Liu as an outstanding actress , only until recently . And that's exactly when she chose to quit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I always loved Nat Ho . But now , he's quitting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mediacorp , as I see it now , is going down . They don't have their 7 Princesses anymore , and this is only one of the many hints that they're dying&amp;nbsp;, fast and painfully .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I took it as a huge shock when I realized the number of Princesses quitting Mediacorp .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Even Nat Ho ! OK , he's not a princess , but so what . He's not outstanding , but he's good . He doesn't have many show-stopping roles , and one time I really thought he should've quitted . But now , no !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;He's starting to get the roles because Mediacorp is suffering from a pathetic lack of stars .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mediacorp . I don't know what to say . I think Singapore's television is in peril , really .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't believe so many people are quitting&amp;nbsp;, veterans and greenhorns alike .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3772204591233792382?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3772204591233792382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/dang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3772204591233792382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3772204591233792382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4732790421516484262</id><published>2010-05-08T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:35:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few fears that are coming up that I need to organize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Science Mock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature - Sh*t, I'm mixing up the movie and the book! I don't want to rap out with the movie's content while answering the questions... I actually desire Unseen now, instead of a book. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Mock - Open book? Well, there's a shock. *:o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - There's nothing to say about this. My saving grace lies with the phone call I will be making soon, to Khiawoon, because I need desperate help and apparently only she can help. Besides, if I really can't memorize History, that's it then, I'm going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocritical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4732790421516484262?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4732790421516484262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-fears-that-are-coming-up-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4732790421516484262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4732790421516484262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-fears-that-are-coming-up-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5704906609373523491</id><published>2010-05-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:46:50.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this gut feeling I'll die for all my exams . It's been the worst of how I ever fared in my exams . I never once believed I could be this bad in terms of my attitude towards the papers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me , I screwed my languages . I don't see myself putting in effort at all . God knows what will happen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to deprove . But sad to say , I'm just too sure my class position will drop . Worse come to worst , a panel meeting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how doubtful I felt at the beginning of the year , I mean&amp;nbsp;, like , after our Common Tests . I just broke , panicked , when I saw my results in that paper .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just knew too sure there would be panel meetings .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out that there wouldn't be any for that term .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time , again , I'm too sure there will be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do ? It's not even halfway through exam period and I'm deprecating my morale .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just die off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5704906609373523491?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5704906609373523491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-this-gut-feeling-ill-die-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5704906609373523491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5704906609373523491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-this-gut-feeling-ill-die-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5743835863074915635</id><published>2010-05-05T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:44:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hahaha , I love my font .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5743835863074915635?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5743835863074915635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/hahaha-i-love-my-font.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5743835863074915635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5743835863074915635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/hahaha-i-love-my-font.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8682538857456732058</id><published>2010-05-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:41:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nevermind . Today , this post will be about what I SHOULD have wrote for my Essay . Yes , it's too late&amp;nbsp;, but still ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Success&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;How do you achieve success ? What do you people claim to be success ? Is it the encompassing of fame and power ? Or is it a moral thing , whereby you &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; success , not &lt;em&gt;take &lt;/em&gt;success ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Success . It can be an overpowering thing , where everyone is blinded on the road to Success . How often do you see humanity being disillusioned in this journey ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Though often it is regarded as a positive thing , sad to say , it can negate one's life . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A monster on its own donning a very bright outfit , just like a wolf in sheep's clothing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It is with this overpowering monster that we are overpowered by ourselves .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ok , you know what ? Fail .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Worst essay of my life ( as in the one I did for the exam just now ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't even finish this Success essay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got owned , bad .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Junie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8682538857456732058?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8682538857456732058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/nevermind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8682538857456732058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8682538857456732058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/05/nevermind.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4102853706327678021</id><published>2010-04-30T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:50:37.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self-acceptance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know I might've been immature once before. I guess that's part of my character, y'know, with the traits and all. Everyone's different in a way or another. Spiritually, we're all different. Some people may live by avarice, materialism, or just greed. Some people may live by religious values, instilled values, and supernatural beliefs. Others might live by the emotions, with love, happiness, sadness and more leading them along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are different. You think differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4102853706327678021?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4102853706327678021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-acceptance-hey-i-know-i-mightve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4102853706327678021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4102853706327678021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-acceptance-hey-i-know-i-mightve.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8123221307888975565</id><published>2010-04-29T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:43:18.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not the first time. I'm sick and tired of facing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Each time you say these things I feel like I've just taken a stab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This statement sounds so familiar to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know it's not the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's all etched in my head, how many times you've hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know why it's like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You're always doing things like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Forever and always, you don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And forever and always, I don't understand why you don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everything I say is for your benefits. Maybe you don't see so. Maybe you think I'm bullshitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I never once despised you, never once looked down on you, and never once lost faith in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But you're not like that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I won't hesitate to go against you, if that's what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I won't relent this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8123221307888975565?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-5713441721138356250.post-7369575836280753643</id><published>2010-04-28T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:15:44.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time has gone long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue to wait for you, hanging in mid-air as I await your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's utter nonsense, the feeling of waiting for someone to show up... and in the end, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone when Time's running short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we'll end up just like how I ended up with my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifted, far apart, and detached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more the affectionate best friends we once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that was the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7369575836280753643?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7369575836280753643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-has-gone-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7369575836280753643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7369575836280753643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-has-gone-long.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4522437220873608703</id><published>2010-04-23T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:14:32.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging 'cause I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4522437220873608703?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4522437220873608703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-cause-im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4522437220873608703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4522437220873608703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-cause-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6505551735507480588</id><published>2010-04-22T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:29:54.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As per request...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been hectic and stress-packed. It's as though the whole world fell on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project after project, oh, what else? They even came simultaneously! Look at the amount of work that had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept a good night's sleep for the past 2 weeks. The first week for completing the IFW poster (which, as presumed, would be able to garner points for our E-award :P), and our C&amp;amp;T/Art project, the Placemat and the Menu and the Paperbag. Yes, both were completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week, this week, I had to fret over our C&amp;amp;T/D&amp;amp;T project, and also the Drama &amp;amp; Poetry Slam! held... today. Right, me, Alien, Dee and Boon were performing. A poem. Test of Time. :D And also our Science IPW has finally been given a deadline. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should touch on this week's progress. D&amp;amp;T has been completed Today :D Drama &amp;amp; Poetry Slam! completed today. I'm left with Science IPW, to be completed by next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the whole schedule planned out. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for calling me a bitch-friend when you didn't even do anything for the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's all. Byebye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6505551735507480588?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6505551735507480588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-per-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6505551735507480588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6505551735507480588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-per-request.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8893082094761970998</id><published>2010-04-14T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:54:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8893082094761970998?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8893082094761970998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8893082094761970998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8893082094761970998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3643042481455031080</id><published>2010-04-11T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:35:45.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>卑鄙&lt;br /&gt;无耻&lt;br /&gt;下流&lt;br /&gt;贱人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim you want respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you commit all those actions that rebel your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, I say, why? None of us understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want respect, but why in the world should we give you that if you're not doing things that're worth our respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying, dishonesty... should they be considered if we want to give respect to you? Yes, they should. And it's a perfect Good if you don't commit those, but sadly enough, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you claim you want to change. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never really did stand a chance with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up. Give it all up. You're not as strong as her. You don't deserve our respect and you won't ever be changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3643042481455031080?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3643042481455031080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-claim-you-want-respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3643042481455031080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3643042481455031080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-claim-you-want-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4547541508613322574</id><published>2010-04-10T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:57:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I never did touch on that matter last August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August, 4/8, a classmate of ours got involved in a very unfortunate accident. All throughout the Secondary 2 level, everyone prayed for her and showed practical actions -- either by visiting her or by folding cranes. Lots of people shed tears, and some mindless turds thought that I cried too much. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this and get enraged, I don't care. I'm talking about you, yes YOU, I wish you'd go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor conflicts occured between I and D. I guess things have been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident in August really saw us stretched to our emotional limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just want to rant about all who thought that I cried too exaggeratingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my own classmates doubt me. Well, I guess it's not so hard to believe, right? I know all you people are horrible for doing that. I never did say I like you people, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I appear to be indifferent about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said, I only 'appeared to be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point of wasting my anger on you people? :D You people think you're popular, being in the best class and the best CCA and watching movies nearly every week with a certain group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]: Y'know, I think people would think that I'm jealous or something. I know you guys do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, trust me, I'm not jealous. Not at all. Dissatisfaction takes over jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4547541508613322574?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4547541508613322574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-guess-i-never-did-touch-on-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4547541508613322574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4547541508613322574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-guess-i-never-did-touch-on-that.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-222753125886573595</id><published>2010-04-07T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:27:22.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The last hurdle for all to jump across, to hit greater heights, to break records, to set new ones, to show others what you really have in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;That is what is meant by doing your best. And when you have done so but you don't see that you succeed, never mind. Don't give up, because that's worse than failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jump across,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hit the floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Feeling down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, don't be sore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nobody said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"You can't try again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So just get up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Woohoo! I love poetry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Junie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-222753125886573595?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/222753125886573595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-hurdle-for-all-to-jump-across-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/222753125886573595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/222753125886573595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-hurdle-for-all-to-jump-across-to.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2736390654754274565</id><published>2010-04-06T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:37:52.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, as I was walking home from the bus-stop, I heard from my Granddad that this cheery old lady from House #33 had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the same old lady whom I had seen trotting outside and along the row of terraces, dressed in her usual traditional floral-print two-piece set clothing. This soon became her trademark, or at least what I recognized her with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma used to be quite close to her, often chatting with her if she witnessed her passing by. That old lady, though ostensibly brittle and crystal-fragile, held a burning flame inside of her. It was what I could see and it was what everyone could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to shy away from adults I did not know. She was one of those who cheerily called me by a nickname many adults used to refer me by, and I would merely smile sheepishly and hide behind my grandma's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent years, as I got older, she got older too, and she eventually became too brittle to be able to move around like before. Though she still did, I could sense something I did not like at all: the accompanying subject being unwilling to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not like such kind of feelings. They cause my nose to sour and sometimes even tear. They cannot appreciate old people. I will skip the lecture because I believe everyone knows what I will be saying, and it is only because they refuse to acknowledge it... claiming that they are too busy or too frustrated to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pains me the most is seeing that children of old people do not go the extra mile to bother with them -- some even throw them out. Is humanity this heartwrenching? Do/did they not recognize that these old people, though naggy, are the ones who brought them up single-handedly and showered them with whatever love they could claim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to fully assimilate such sensations is by imagining. Imagine how YOU would feel if YOU were the one to get thrown out by your kids. Imagine how helpless YOU will be. Imagine how hopeless YOU will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that encounter with the old lady and her accompanying subject, I never had a good impression of her family. She had more than 2 sons. And like how drama serials portray them to be, none of them truly care for her. And yet they still get that amount of fortune from her. Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my Grandma, she had fallen down the stairs the second time in her recent years last week. Sent to the hospital, she was nearing death. The Grim Reaper was on his way. Somehow, this Grim Reaper, like all the Grim Reapers serving the old, was dressed in white and had a few angels tailgating him. That was what I could visualize in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a week later (or so), she passed away. She was 91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this, I could feel the sour, stinging sensation in my nose, and a lump in my throat. This is not Humanity as how I once saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, cheery old lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2736390654754274565?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2736390654754274565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-as-i-was-walking-home-from-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2736390654754274565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2736390654754274565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-as-i-was-walking-home-from-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7865687777313686076</id><published>2010-04-03T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:32:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 81st Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say, yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7865687777313686076?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7865687777313686076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/81st-post-i-have-nothing-to-say-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7865687777313686076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7865687777313686076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/04/81st-post-i-have-nothing-to-say-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5272671680605362713</id><published>2010-03-26T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:23:58.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 5++ and went to School. Dang it, it is totally awesome wearing my size 34 PE shirt. At school, I didn't see anyone and was pretty peeved, 'cause C promised me that she'd be there and... well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did see them anyway. We were all very reluctant to leave, oh yes. C spammed me messages saying how much she'd miss us and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our trainers in school -- Alvin and Eugene. Alvin led Group 14, made up of all the even register numbers whilst Eugene led Group 13, made up of all the odd register numbers. I, naturally, ended up in Group 14 since my register number was 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Labrador immediately after. I guess the place seemed fine, but the eerie tales pertaining to the place being haunted really perturbed me for a while. But nah, everything was alright when we came to the active, high, fun and energetic moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what we did, except for a small little talk in the hall and then lunch. Unfortunately/fortunately, 2I was the first class of the whole level to do lunch duty. Interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to do Low Elements/ General Stations. I'd lost my waterbottle and had to use Alien's Sprite 1.5l bottle. Thanks, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did Bouldering Wall. I liked this one, it was like a horizontal rock climbing activity. I was able to propel myself high enough to travel from A to B, though I gave up after a while as it was too strenuous for me to proceed. I did like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did Nitro-Crossing. I didn't like this one, :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left foot kept skidding across the asphalt ground but in any way it didn't really hurt, just that the feeling was just... plain terror. Oh, and, I have trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for discussion of our Campfire Nite performance and didn't continue with our activities as the LRWS* had came up. (*Lightning Risk Warning System)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of came to a consensus, I guess. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bathe and then dinner. And thus I move on to our night activity: The Olympian Identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any nightwalk. I was pretty saddened 'cause of that. I mean, come on. It was Labrador we were at, and we had no nightwalk. How good can that get!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Basically, The Olympian Identity is about us, students of a particular class, hunting for green beans that the People of Authority* (*teachers and coaches and trainers alike) use as their currency to purchase points, snacks, drinks and all. So, the 2Ians slogged their guts out trying to find some bloody beans and well, imagine how big they were. Just imagine how big they were. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got a pretty cool amount of points with the green beans we collected, but here's the catch -- the People of Authority will sneak a chance to take your Camp Booklets (what they perceive as your identity) and keep them, thus stealing your identity and 'who you are'. We managed to discover this after Jason's book got 'stolen' and we heightened security measures. Huiyi managed to consolidate all the booklets and safekeep them from the People of Authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received the highest number of points with our number of safe booklets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of Day 1. We went to sleep with sweaty bodies. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can all see, we did Low Elements on Day 1, which leaves the High Elements for Day 2, which is the current day you're reading about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We washed up (I took a shower :X), cleaned up and left for breakfast. Then we headed for Abseiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it, I didn't do Abseiling as there wasn't enough time. I'm too lazy to write down what I frankly felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was CRC. Lynette went first and she was... WOW. "Zai lah!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary for me. I went up the starting log and felt it shaking and I didn't complete any, though I did try two -- Swinging Logs and Criss-Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did our Ultimate Colloseum challenge! The whole level was subjected to mental and physical challenges, and 2E and 2I tied with 78 points on each class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bathe. Since we didn't get our camp tees yet, I wore my PE shirt. Then we were brought to an area where Timothy (Deputy Camp Chief) announced that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2I was chosen to be the Organising Committee for the Campfire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one huge job we were allocated! Naturally, we were... happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we could do our best, and we did. We strived to make the Campfire a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheer importance of the job was clearly reflected in how hard we worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the Campfire was orchestrated with all our sweat and hard work and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Area Cleaning and played Bang, Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged some heartfelt words and there... we left Labrador, thus marking the real, official and cruel end to our 3D2N camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that this camp was truly motivational and educational, not to mention... fun. There are some things that I've learnt in this camp that I'll never forget, never be able to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about what you believe in, and whether you believe you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what you think and do. With your choice, you can alter the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5272671680605362713?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5272671680605362713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-finally-back-from-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5272671680605362713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5272671680605362713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-finally-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5758517646248564199</id><published>2010-03-19T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:12:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even if things do get brighter, it doesn't actually mean so. Eventually there will be uprises and downfalls and there, your life's screwed once again. In the meantime, everything is awesome. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to take a break from taking a break. I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really funny? LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5758517646248564199?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5758517646248564199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-if-things-do-get-brighter-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5758517646248564199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5758517646248564199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-if-things-do-get-brighter-it.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3115586590351143935</id><published>2010-03-18T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:02:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah. C scared me today. Even if it was just an act, she still was bloody scary alright! What with the real-ish tears. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've became a Stylist for J, and then Huiyi + Jingyi + Roxane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles for Huiyi: Romper dress + leggings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles for Jingyi: Jumper ftw! Or a tank top + shawl-like vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles for Roxane: Tank top + straight vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles for J: Too many to say! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think I want to rant a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's different. Everyone has different perceptions to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this person may be unpopular. But you never know how he/she is considered popular to others. It's just different, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the conclusion can probably lead to the fact that I don't dislike anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sagittariuses are known for their dramatic moods, emotions and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑ ↑ ↑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3115586590351143935?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3115586590351143935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/yet-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3115586590351143935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3115586590351143935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/yet-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4045415132458245991</id><published>2010-03-16T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:19:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Second Day of My Holiday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oomph. I expected today to be empty, lifeless - until J and C jioed me out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a surprise boiling for C at the moment, and I went to J's house with that surprise. J and C were already there. We decided to go to &lt;span&gt;313@Somerset&lt;/span&gt;, and omg, that place was awesome. But before that, we gave my surprise to C. I hope you liked it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:313@Somerset"&gt;313@Somerset&lt;/a&gt;, I loved that place! :3 Tried out new styles for J. Damn, he looked GOOD in a long sleeve shirt + shorts + hoodie. He just needed that pair of glasses. He looked so good, so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icekachang fight, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept getting hurt by C today. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny at the last part of the day during the Lift incident. Haha! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4045415132458245991?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4045415132458245991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-day-of-my-holiday-oomph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4045415132458245991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4045415132458245991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-day-of-my-holiday-oomph.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2937305760639665116</id><published>2010-03-15T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:15:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The First Day of My Holiday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent that on Science Supp/Rem (more like Remedial) and a hell lot of fun at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of funny things happened. Had a true deep conversation today. And almost lost my left eardrum. (Thanks a lot! ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that was it. J, you look good in glasses. I think you already have myopia, and that's why you can see perfectly clearly with those glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was spent on doing/correcting the Algebraic Manipulation speed tests, and beginning on the Congruence &amp;amp;Similarity chapter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and! I'll be out with JVC&lt;3 on Wednesday. Damn, I miss them so much. :) IMYIMYIMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - JVC Outing + Dental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Tutoring my juniors at AMKNLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Craft&amp;amp;Tech Project + Science Project @ my house with Alien, Dee and Slacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2937305760639665116?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2937305760639665116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-my-holiday-i-spent-that-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2937305760639665116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2937305760639665116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-my-holiday-i-spent-that-on.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4232953119467528950</id><published>2010-03-15T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:00:30.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Answer True or False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Kissed someone? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Been arrested? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Do you like someone? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Held a snake? F (obviously not, I'm totally scared of snakes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Been suspended from school? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Sang karaoke? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Laughed until you started crying? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Sang in the shower? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? T (more like 'slipped')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Broken a bone? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Shaved your head? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Shot a gun? T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Donated blood? F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just be 100% truthful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You hung out with? Kukufam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. You texted? Mama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. You were in a car with? Parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Went to the movies with? Kukufam/ J3C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Person you went to shop with? Parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. You talked on the phone? Mama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Made you laugh? Kukufam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. You hugged? Candy :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Sun or moon? Moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Winter or Fall? Winter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Left or Right? Left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sunny or rainy? Rainy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Where do you live? Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Club or pub? Club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Are there 1 or 2 people who you can always trust and rely on? Yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Do you want to get married? ... No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl and cut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What time is it? 3.55PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Are you afraid of commitment? Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. What is your greatest hope/wish? I can't pinpoint the exact hope/wish now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Do you cook? Yeah, occasionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Current mood? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Kissed someone? No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Sang? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Listened to music? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Danced? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Cried? No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Liked someone you can't? No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22 FIRSTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Who was your first prom date? Haven't been to one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Who was your first roommate? Hannah :3 During the KoreaTrip'June08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? Carlsberg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. What was your first car? Lamborghini, toy edition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing? When I was really much younger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs Chew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? Australia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I've never done that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Who was your first Best Friend? Chiayien, :3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Who is your best friend? Alien!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Where was your first sleepover? D: I didn't attend one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? Alien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning? Went to bathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. First tattoo or piercing? None D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. First celebrity crush? TimHarding (Hi-5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. First crush? Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4232953119467528950?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4232953119467528950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/answer-true-or-false-q-kissed-someone-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4232953119467528950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4232953119467528950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/answer-true-or-false-q-kissed-someone-t.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7036877179670129042</id><published>2010-03-14T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:24:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Are you going to be completely honest and open?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;2. Fell asleep in the arms of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I think so... wait, nope.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever physically fought with a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly remember who, but yes, I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever sang to the person you liked?&lt;br /&gt;I've sung to my friends, and I like my friends. :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there anyone who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm sure of that. (Maybe someone could prove me wrong. :P)&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I mean, most of the people around me are like that.&lt;br /&gt;7. Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Wildwildwet's Tsunami pool.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I, too, believe that everyone has to just wait for that special one. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;9. What is/are your favorite color/s?&lt;br /&gt;White, black, grey, deep brown.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you a shy person?&lt;br /&gt;Used to be.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have memories that you want to forget?&lt;br /&gt;A hell lot of.&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Why shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you hate seeing happy couples?&lt;br /&gt;No. Actually, it depends. But my answer would predominantly be 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you went to jail, who would bail you out?&lt;br /&gt;Whyever would I be in jail?&lt;br /&gt;16. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;144. Just shut up about it. :(&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you were actually happy?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm happy. If you want the last time I was happy, it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;18. How long does it take you in the morning to fix your hair?&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But I have seen people who did. Scary scene.&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever wondered how they make lines in toothpaste?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as bored as to do that.&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you ever feel curious about how people see you?&lt;br /&gt;Good question. It's what I'm doing 24/7, but I'm trying to change.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you find smoking unattractive?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was your crush in 5th grade?&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it as primary 5. Who else...&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your biggest fear about making a total commitment to someone?&lt;br /&gt;That I would end up realizing that I'm wrong. I don't like being wrong in my choices.&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever suspected anyone cheating on you?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up about this.&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you someone who worries too often?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;27. Could things possibly get any better?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So long as you believe.&lt;br /&gt;28. What can you currently hear?&lt;br /&gt;Songs on my latest round-the-top playlist. I Look So Good (Without You) - Jessie James&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the last pinkie promise you made, and to who?&lt;br /&gt;To keep a secret. I forgot who.&lt;br /&gt;30. Is there anyone home?&lt;br /&gt;Whole family is.&lt;br /&gt;31. The person you fell hardest for died today, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;"Say a little farewell to this harsh, painful world and head off to the Gods where you'll finally find the solace just right for you, isolated from the cold and biting reality." That's what I'd say to anyone who passed away, not just the guy I would fall hardest for. I'd feel empty and distressed, but life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;32. Something tragic just happened, does your facial expression show it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Emotions are easily let out, if it's regarding me.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;34. So, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell yet.&lt;br /&gt;35. Does any part of your body hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;My elbow and abdomen. Because I'm lying in an awkward position on my bed using my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;36. Would you ever work at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer Mos.&lt;br /&gt;37. Are any of your Facebook TOP friends gay/bi/ lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'd be happy to meet one, because we people need exposure to different walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;38. Would you care if you saw the person you like, kissing someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;39. Did you see a boy today that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't like kids.&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Science Supp/Rem at School, then Craft&amp;amp;TechProject at my house.&lt;br /&gt;41. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Hangten. Mom bought it.&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you love anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;43. Is it easy to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Were you happy when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;I never am, unless I have something cool planned for the day.&lt;br /&gt;46. Does the person you like, like you back?&lt;br /&gt;If I do know, I wouldn't be single.&lt;br /&gt;47. If any, name a lyric from the song you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good... without you.&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone to call you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;49. If someone liked you right now would you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would!&lt;br /&gt;50. When was the last time you had butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the earlier part of the year, it's a school matter... I forgot what. Oh! Right, when I was talking to 2A's-English-teacher-whose-name-I-will-not-mention.&lt;br /&gt;51. Did you mean "I love you" when you said it last?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...?&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you get upset over the opposite sex easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Oh my, just look at my conversation history with -- Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;53. When you say you don't care do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;54. What would you do if someone called you handsome/beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Stare at them with one brow arched.&lt;br /&gt;55. Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;56. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a deep conversation. Even if I did, I have no recollection whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;57. What's the CD in your player?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use a CD player.&lt;br /&gt;58. Can you count to ten in more than one language and what language?&lt;br /&gt;English, Chinese, Malay, Hokkien, Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7036877179670129042?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7036877179670129042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7036877179670129042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7036877179670129042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7223447765147017000</id><published>2010-03-13T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:41:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a looooong time since I felt like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, what'd you call that, normal skin and normal hair and normal everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus a helluva good time at Wildwildwet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was empty... Monotonous and boring... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! We had Arts Night! ARTS NIGHT. Mayflower's Inaugural Arts Night, on Friday, 12th March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many cool performances. So many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked several performances, including Likiong's Untitled (it was played at the Musical '09) and the Song from Secret Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So basically that's it, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent at Wildwildwet (WWW). Bought our supplies for WWW and went to PasirRis (typing this, I misspelt it as Paris :P) and went to DowntownEast. Got to change in a boom-flash and headed to Shiok River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a past experience at WWW with a bunch with the GoodOl'Girls, I'd gotten pretty shaken upon entering ShiokRiver, the place where I almost drowned two times before. Ugh. But it felt great today! Maybe because I'd grown taller and I was able to see the cool surroundings with my feet flat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to Ularlar, Tsunami (dude, I've never visited this before, since we skipped this in the previous outing), Jacuzzi and Skyrider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ularlar, two times taken, both were either spent on screaming and laughing or screaming or laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami, omfg, this was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time sitting in the great round pool, having the waves hit me on my back repeatedly, thinking about serious things in Life. Sigh, why the hell was I emo-ing in Tsunami! I'd learnt how to get into a bloody tube-float with M's help. Did you know how soothing it is to just sit in the Tsunami pool with the waves hitting you? It's just... so reflective of nature. Setbacks that put you in a good situation. Blessings in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the aftereffects of my visit to WWW today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother advised to go to WWW regularly, because my skin turned out to be oh-so well after my swim today and I'd learnt a few tips and tricks from C. Serum and conditioner, they all say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... oh, how would you describe this... smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smooth! Smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never this smooth. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at you through a glass window, I can see everything, but I can't feel anything. Tell me what you're thinking of, won't you? Don't play games with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7223447765147017000?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7223447765147017000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-looooong-time-since-i-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7223447765147017000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7223447765147017000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-looooong-time-since-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6485774234883651392</id><published>2010-03-07T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:22:24.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi blog. Sorry blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in the day, except I was ecstatic that I got 32/40  for DnT. Unexpected :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Ollie and the &lt;s&gt;Slut&lt;/s&gt; Slurge. It was a kiddy play, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I mean, it was fun, watching those warped/morphed monsters coming alive theatrically. CGI-less sweetness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Novena after getting my directions screwed up in the MRT Station. Went to browse MPH and bought a huge lollipop for C. When they reached, we went for Subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Threesome juice? Oh, &lt;/em&gt;whole&lt;em&gt;some juice!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C and J brought M home, around Hougang, I think. I returned home and got online. That's basically it for Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I would assume that Friday was much more epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were alright. Had another fire drill, this one was much funnier and, uh, breezier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to KFC at Thomson Plaza. Brought CheeseFries for C back to school. We had fun and I spent 1 hour with M waiting for J and J's computer course and C's lesson to end. Then, we headed to this playground J thought he knew about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ended up to be at Bishan Park. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were like, on the opposite coast of Bishan Park. So we had a lil' fun messing around, mainly because of M's laugh-inducing laughter. :D Then I brought M to her bus-stop and started... uh, "playing" with her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I headed back and caught J, J and C still there. So we sat for a while before beginning to move to the Playground not so far away, the second playground that really existed on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had this thing called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IMH Moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eheheheheheheheh~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, J and J were doing our IMH-thing and C was freaked out. Wahaha! See the IMH power, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... Oh, there was this Indian boy that sorta intruded on us. I wouldn't call him extra though he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty day, 'cause I didn't spend it with any of the Kuku-rians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to Junction8 for breakfast with J and SH. Quite a hearty one, then walked around J8 with J, SH and C when C reached. Then J and SH left for the library with JY and KL, whilst I waited for C to finish her purchasing of a Yoshinoya bento. Then, we headed to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library time was epic. Received a few (lot) of complains, and the best part was when ET joined us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET/Alien is now part of the Kuku Family too. As the Alien. :P She's cute, according to C. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back home. And am now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay, bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6485774234883651392?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6485774234883651392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-blog_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6485774234883651392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6485774234883651392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-blog_07.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-393664516306850522</id><published>2010-03-04T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:34:04.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Review post for my Common Tests. This is the Review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong. This is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was setting targets and suddenly, POOF. Everything came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the Common Tests results this year was totally unexpected. I know, I know -- who do I have to blame? Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seriously, I swear to God, buck up for SA1. It's no more flailing around. Flailing, not failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fail anything, which just made me feel worse because about 90% of my grades were made up of Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shouldn't be what I should be achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that I'd perform at such a bad level... This is really not what I should be getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying my best to not grumble anymore. Grumbling doesn't pose to be of any use, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. I'm going to work real hard now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did personal analysis for my test papers. I know where I'm wrong and I know where I should change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-393664516306850522?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/393664516306850522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/393664516306850522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/393664516306850522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5694675167110276924</id><published>2010-03-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:39:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3/3/10, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a plain 'ol day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5694675167110276924?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5694675167110276924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/3310-wednesday-today-was-plain-ol-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5694675167110276924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5694675167110276924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/3310-wednesday-today-was-plain-ol-day.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5868217616756892794</id><published>2010-03-02T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:05:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILKBOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning! I rushed for my ass again. Reached school at 6.32AM, was late from the preappointed time. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some minor-minor talks with The Gang at the canteen. Then, went up to the hall. Ah, pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bloody boring. So we got a few announcements, yay here yay there. Tadahtadahtadah, up next is... PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I'd dislike this lesson, as usual. But instead of the strenuous warm-ups that the Eff&amp;amp;Eff have to do every PE lesson, we were directed back to class - for a Tchoukball briefing. This game is pretty cool, and I swore to participate actively... That is, until we went to the hall for the ACTUAL physical part of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we did warm-ups, until I was notified by SH that I had to leave for Eff&amp;amp;Eff downstairs -- immediately, H&amp;amp;W taking popped up in my mind. I was dejected, as usual. I mean, duh. So, eventually, I actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT OUT OF EFF&amp;amp;EFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! It was so bloody true! I couldn't believe it first-hand, but then Mr Lim said something about consistent loss... Well, I was skeptical to what he was saying, but I got out of EFF&amp;amp;EFF! Plus, this made me, like, change my impression of Mr Lim again. He's actually pretty kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I joined back 2I for Tchoukball. Urh! KLUTZY LITTLE LUMMOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience. Went back to 2I (Classroom Version) for our Math. Mdm Hia took over today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I miss Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, Math is just another bad result to add my whole chunk of already-bad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Depression sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh, C gave me a hug! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Science. Duh, the teacher wasn't here, and went straight to canteen. Z-z-z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for English. Pretty cool, no? Almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CE, one period was spent on Class Committee Meeting Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, camp briefing. Shall skip this, 'cause it was fun but too much detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL WAS CANCELLED! Omg, I screamed like fxck when I got the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went for lunch with The Gang + Bryan. I am so sorry, SH. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized I was late by fifteen minutes due to the whopping misinformed issue. Anyway, the CLTW was fun! Like, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama never did start for me. Nothing to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So left for Shithole with MB and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. xD I'll upload the video next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. I felt this fit of depression set in as I was travelling home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's cured now, people. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5868217616756892794?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5868217616756892794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-happy-birthday-milkboy-morning-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5868217616756892794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5868217616756892794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-happy-birthday-milkboy-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7534720596162631308</id><published>2010-03-02T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:20:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY'S POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi blog. Sorry blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school with foggy vision, clearly semi-awake. So let's fast-forward, no? Next, I had to go for this CARE Award ceremony, and I failed to smile a lot. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were pretty okay. Not happy about Literature, sigh x2. I gave up on Chinese, so no emotion whatsoever. Then we had Recess. Recess was pretty funny. I and Jason practically wasted our limbs trying to get two presents into Candy’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had English. SIGH x3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Music and we had more sleeper hits! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Science! That girl who was on attachment, her name was Kesha, no? LOL! I loved her name and she looked kind of pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, rushed my ass off trying to pick up The Surprise Bomb and took a bloody cab back to school. Cool! Ran/walked to shithole, and sprang the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIM! Well, it was in advance, at least. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caked each other until I had to rush for Math Olympiad Training, and wow – Math Olympiad! It was scary and stressful and most of the 2I people who were selected suffered from mental breakdowns. You should’ve been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Milkboy’s house… Initially got off at the wrong stop, but I still met up with them and had lots of fun. Kinda, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for Tuition. Damn, algebra’s smitten with me. :D So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s basically it. Now for a little hate, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#2e2e2e;"&gt;What the fxck?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how did we betray you? I don’t understand. Enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who started everything. You brought it upon yourself. I don’t forgive people who hurt my friends. Especially in a situation like this.&lt;br /&gt;So things get a little unbelievable. And what do you do? You tell others because you simply can’t believe it. Boy, that’s reality. Take it and embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Just fxck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for today, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7534720596162631308?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7534720596162631308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7534720596162631308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7534720596162631308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8419228512764272974</id><published>2010-02-28T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:25:26.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waka. Went to watch PJ with The Gang. But before that, we had a Class Leaders' Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enriching. Really, very. Damn, they're a humorous bunch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited for the rest to go to Hub. Had NYNY, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please call the waiter for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the waiter's number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, boringgggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, had fun with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'll elaborate next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8419228512764272974?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8419228512764272974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8419228512764272974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8419228512764272974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-1486701832062290744</id><published>2010-02-25T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:54:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, it was pure sweetness though it lasted for only about 2 hours. Epicness, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today was a little boring. Yes, boredom with them. Hard to imagine, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a... no, not fairytale! Today was a bangbangboom day for Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Today is not a bangbangbang day. Today is a bangbang-boom! day for Jason!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you about last night? Oh, right, I did. I'm not supposed to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You need to learn, boy, you need to &lt;/em&gt;learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, CommonTests are over! I got 27/50 for Science. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason told us this. Facebook = 非死不可&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-1486701832062290744?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1486701832062290744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/toot-my-house-is-getting-wrecked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1486701832062290744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/1486701832062290744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/toot-my-house-is-getting-wrecked.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6645242656926217652</id><published>2010-02-24T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:06:53.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today could've been shortened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests = sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-tests = boring, though I was texting C. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-school = it was alright, seeing that nothing much happened except a bunch of epic things. EPICNESS RULEZ \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I had a little scheme up my sleeves at night... and I guessed the ending was what I really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#2e2e2e;"&gt;LAST LONG YOU TWO LINESTEALERS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the bracelet did work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I've got no time at all, no time at all to lose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6645242656926217652?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6645242656926217652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-couldve-been-shortened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6645242656926217652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6645242656926217652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-couldve-been-shortened.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4200914543548606486</id><published>2010-02-23T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:38:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And the word of the day is... SHIM."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed. Common tests suck, so badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the last-minute mugging session on Sunday, I see we have came to a conclusion about my tests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;History - I will pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English - I will pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maths - I will pass, but oh damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese - NO COMMENT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These four tests are over, now I'm left with four more... DnT, Literature, Science and Art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm actually pretty peeved. I've spent both Monday and Tuesday slacking after school. Not cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's DnT and Literature tomorrow and I have no idea what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus, I feel so tired. I'm gonna go sleep...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I must persevere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There're just a few months left, you know. It's up to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dane Rumble's Don't Know What To Do is a nice song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll edit this post if anything else happens. Goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4200914543548606486?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4200914543548606486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-word-of-day-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4200914543548606486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4200914543548606486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-word-of-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5982394998077079712</id><published>2010-02-20T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:48:43.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw the post Preparations Memo from JC's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I had somewhat similar ready-subjects and non-ready-subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the subjects I'm being tested on: English, Mathematics, Science, HCL, Literature, DnT, Art, History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready ones: English, Mathematics, Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not-so ready ones: DnT, Art, Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tinge of ready at all ones: HCL, History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Had dinner with a bunch of wonderful people. I love them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, byebye guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5982394998077079712?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5982394998077079712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-saw-post-preparations-memo-from-jcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5982394998077079712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5982394998077079712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-saw-post-preparations-memo-from-jcs.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7082194103202286423</id><published>2010-02-19T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:08:01.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the TotalDefencePlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up near 5.40AM, went to wash up da-da-da, reached school just short of 6.30PM. Wahoo! Saw a huge bunch of people outside I-Studio, apparently it wasn't open. Ah shucks. Oh, and King with the WetThings. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in to the I-Studio when K and T arrived. It was totally awesome going into the I-Studio like mad early in the morning. Went to change with Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw chaos back in the I-Studio when I returned. Epicness. Then headed off to hall backstage. My stomach = somersaulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny actually, seeing everyone jittery backstage and all kind of tense. Especially for the first-timers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the mic thing -- I know and I admit there were some flaws to it, but humans do err anyway. I didn't know how loud to go. Well, at least it wasn't really phailed, because my voice did get projected at a ... y'know, normal volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. I got hatchet-buried by Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the satisfaction behind hearing the audience's laughter when you're on stage doing your thing. It's just sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, that fins the TDPlay. After that, we went back to the I-Studio, got changed. It was epic, because M had asked all of us to, um, shoo off to class because we weren't supposed to miss a period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epicness begins. Chester's expression was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epicness ends. Returned to class, for Math. I realized my chair got spartan-ed by someone and now it's full of glitter, ugh. Had to sit on the chair with foolscap on. Iwillkillyou, spartanee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was kinda cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back for EL. Can't say I was pleased, can't say I was unpleased. Then, IPW. We didn't discuss, or rather - we did but we didn't come to a conclusion. 'Cause, we didn't need to. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school. At the canteen for about a rough 20 minutes, XL and HX were at the canteen, so I joined them and continued teaching XL math, the worksheet brought on from previously. Saw Butler, Butler, 9, Roxane, and a bunch of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforwarded. At Butler's house. This was the best part of the day. I will just shorten the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it for the day. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7082194103202286423?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7082194103202286423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-totaldefenceplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7082194103202286423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7082194103202286423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-totaldefenceplay.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4754655910548429047</id><published>2010-02-18T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:29:03.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I want my shoe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pretty cool. Flunked two tests. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time after school. Thanks you three, ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4754655910548429047?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4754655910548429047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-my-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4754655910548429047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4754655910548429047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-my-shoe.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3501834655135480205</id><published>2010-02-16T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:16:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a laughing fit just now. Before my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I looked back on the hardcore-expressives times. I realized how fucking dumb I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry -soandso-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the best way I'd handle such a situation. At least I'm sure now. At least I don't go apologizing now and then. At least I'm definitely different (even in the least bit, &gt;=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Just look how people change in a year. I changed, and I changed drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year definitely is different from last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3501834655135480205?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3501834655135480205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-laughing-fit-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3501834655135480205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3501834655135480205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-laughing-fit-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8133991297209704680</id><published>2010-02-16T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:05:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging lyrics. Lemuel's influence, :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, not the whole song. Just bits and pieces. Excerpts, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to be so cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's impossible to ignore you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, must you make me laugh so much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's bad enough we get along so well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say goodnight and go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. It seemed like it made so much sense. That's life, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8133991297209704680?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8133991297209704680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-blogging-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8133991297209704680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8133991297209704680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-blogging-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7012700065233803783</id><published>2010-02-16T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:41:29.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I've&lt;br /&gt;never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of&lt;br /&gt;love?&lt;br /&gt;We need time, only time&lt;br /&gt;When we're apart whatever are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see a happy ending. For both of you. Wishing from the bottom of my heart, genuine and truthful. Wishing good luck is pointless. Just look at the blockquote. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7012700065233803783?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7012700065233803783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-together-is-just-never-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7012700065233803783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7012700065233803783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-together-is-just-never-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8428009397265670610</id><published>2010-02-15T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:57:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked back on the start of the year. I started tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry girls. I'm really, really sorry. I know you may have not seen it flashed past my expression, but for real -- I've put you girls to the back of my mental list. I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2e2e2e;"&gt;Fucking hell. Cb kid next door playing with some stupid drums. Knn, damn fucking loud and annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Candy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 9 and I'm 6. No, not the disgusting version of 69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk'z, I have nothing to say now. Goodabye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thrashed new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8428009397265670610?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8428009397265670610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-looked-back-on-start-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8428009397265670610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8428009397265670610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-looked-back-on-start-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2986013230686200565</id><published>2010-02-14T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:34:56.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for leaving this blog to die :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I try to add 'Blog' into my Agenda, it gives this error message: Unable to add activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I can blog :D Today I wish to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration day. In the morning, everything was kinda chaotic because of my undone History homework. Oh, the horror! Oh, the guilt! Anyway, (LOL) the celebrations were pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we had the BTC. Damn, they were good! I liked Pearl and Clara's Guzheng performance, then Keith and Terrence's Collide (good job!) and then the Ni Ming De Hao You performance from a girl of 5G. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did hamper wrapping back in class! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hall. Had more performances now, and mainly because I totally loved Bryan and Jason's CO skit. Darn, that was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that was pretty much it. &lt;span style="color:#2e2e2e;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what some people think about the performance. It wasn't boring and that's that. I, too, can't believe that some people who worked for the performance could say it sucked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? 2I won the Deco competition! Damn, when they announced the 3rd and 2nd prizes, I totally went... I mean, I felt defeated. Then first place went to 2I! Damn, I screamed my head off! Alien could tell that I was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to catch V-Day with SH, Jason, WX, Minnie and Lynette. I love the movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHAHAHA. Saturday... went to Vivocity for a movie with Alien and Dee. I know I shouldn't tag along but hey, it was V-Day the film! Again! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about the hanky panky in the cinema, ;) LOL, joking. I pretty much ignored them as I enjoyed the film for a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5, 6, 7, 8!" (starts dancing stupidly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The closest relationship I have with is my Blackberry. Thank God it vibrates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA! There are much more nicer and funnier quotes but I don't have the time to upload 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to Hub, and then Home, to have the reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's today, i'n'it? Nothing to say... YET. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2986013230686200565?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2986013230686200565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-for-leaving-this-blog-to-die-each.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2986013230686200565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2986013230686200565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-for-leaving-this-blog-to-die-each.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-3958273952812224691</id><published>2010-02-08T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:45:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God! I didn't even finish the last post man. I hate being in the much-too-slack-to-accomplish-any-crap mood. And yes, I slacked, but still... um, some things were accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't meet my high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo-ing projects suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. I felt like screaming my head off after school. Crazy, got held back 'cause of the shitty history project that I STILL haven't completed. I-Want-To-Kill-Someone. Ps for not doing anything for the CNY deco. Wow, and that wasn't the worst thing either. Fu... Okay, I'm holding it back. Okay, I failed at holding it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2e2e2e;"&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy. I can't believe there are people as qsish as you. Qsish? Don't know what it means? Qs-ish. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright for a person to be unhappy about certain things, yes no? No one doesn't have the right to not be able to feel unhappy -- simply meaning, no matter how bad this person is, he/she has a right to be unhappy. (Just don't grumble too much, anyone that's been through this life would know. Y'know, about the &lt;strong&gt;2009 Grande List of Debacles&lt;/strong&gt;. No one will ever forget that. A lesson learnt is a lesson learnt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssh. I'll post the &lt;strong&gt;2009 Grande List of Debacles &lt;/strong&gt;soon. Even the &lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt; version would be completed soon, since there's almost no space to fit everything. Miniscule debacles? Pfft, like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-3958273952812224691?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/3958273952812224691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-i-didnt-even-finish-last-post-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3958273952812224691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/3958273952812224691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-i-didnt-even-finish-last-post-man.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8010443036914036542</id><published>2010-02-07T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:36:22.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUAJIECHERN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May you always be happy and quirky and kinky. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a jolly good birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn you're overgrown. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is one of the worst days in the week. Because when Sunday's over, Monday's here -- and Monday sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having to do my project on a Sunday makes everything worse. Luckily, I have Jim's help, but somehow I predict he's going to be Stepmania-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon has church in the morning and a concert at night. No deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien's grandma got a stroke and she has to take care of her. No deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim's got nothing to do until 4.30. Yes deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, you know? I just want to finish up the crazy project and just leave this shit alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless me people. I hope I'll finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I will edit when I return and finish the damn thing.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The thing's like halfway done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8010443036914036542?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8010443036914036542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8010443036914036542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8010443036914036542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8301239347849518696</id><published>2010-02-06T15:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:24:32.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people's just gotta face reality. And mind what's going on in your life and try not to meddle with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a series of 4 shock attacks yesterday. Hmm, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more when something eventful happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, today's the reunion dinner. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I returned.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I can't say I liked the dinner. I mean, I smsed Neh, Alien (for the initial part of the dinner, until I decided she was sick and I shouldn't bother her), and Chimp (for the latter part, :P) and I got my angbaos. Absolutely no comment about the angbaos, though. They go straight into my account so no one on this earth will know how much I got. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found a line on this HK film, Missing/ShenHaiXunRen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To dead people, Death isn't something harmful to them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was somewhere around those edges, though I'm pretty sure it goes waaay longer than that. I just like that line for its many meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, it initially was used in a scene where this ghost/dead person goes around harming/killing people and then this was used to explain her actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I assume this as finding solace in the afterlife. Knowing that you're through with it and you will never have to feel it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I want to live my afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to be sad over a person's death. Be glad for them. They're through with dying and they can live their life the way they want it to be. Even better, knowing that people miss them and never will cease to. And yet better, knowing that those people who will never cease to miss them will join them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the post does sound a little sadistic, but it's for all people who are dealing with the loss of a dear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more word of advice: Never take people for granted. It's just... tremendous pain, when you see that you took someone for granted and that person leaves you... forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something I hope I'm not doing, and if I am, try to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahma, Ahgong, I'm not going to take you two for granted. I promise I never will. I don't want to deal with the pain of losing either of you two. I love you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8301239347849518696?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8301239347849518696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-peoples-just-gotta-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8301239347849518696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8301239347849518696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-peoples-just-gotta-face.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4688157279149136086</id><published>2010-02-05T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:34:28.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll just jump straight in, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, some people are taking the "I like someone" thing too insensitively. It's not even funny when you make fun of someone. Teasing that person gets you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orhh you like him izzit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF? Which one of your ears heard me say that? Did it even come from my mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(giggles and turns away)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, stupid behaviour. You're just dragging things into the conversation and taking out factual shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not funny and yes, you, you, and you -- you 3 almost made me cry during the last period of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4688157279149136086?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4688157279149136086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-just-jump-straight-in-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4688157279149136086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4688157279149136086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-just-jump-straight-in-today.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-2439256967277761457</id><published>2010-02-03T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:57:24.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'll do this the hard way. &lt;/em&gt;I'm lazy to type. I'll go and do my homework first before coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2439256967277761457?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2439256967277761457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-do-this-hard-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2439256967277761457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/2439256967277761457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-do-this-hard-way.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4499981713511269111</id><published>2010-02-02T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:42:24.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized two or more things today. And have this major f***ing big update to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized #1 -- HCL = Higher Chinese (Language). HCl = Hydrochloric Acid. Omfg, LOL. When I realized this I laughed like shit xD HCL BURNS (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized #2 -- I'm stressed. YES, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE &lt;u&gt;I AM &lt;em&gt;STRESSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. And trust me, it's no good feeling when you're stressed. Right, wrong message. I'm thinking all of you were stressed once before, but it's like I have a whole lot of stuffs undone and my limits are stretching to their... limit. -.- The point is, I feel like the extents of my abilities have already hit to its maximum and sadly, strained, reiterated x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized #3 -- &lt;em&gt;I just have to open my eyes and look at it from a peripheral vision. &lt;/em&gt;You can see more of the world if you don't focus on one thing alone and that's exactly what I (randomly) derived from the Mirroring Exercise we did today. And I guess that's what I can do for my stressed situation. What else, anyway? Oh, and take &lt;em&gt;step-by-step.&lt;/em&gt; That's also something I learnt from the Mirroring Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major f***ing big update #1 -- Remember the History situation that I'm sure some of you have at least &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt; about? Yes, a conclusion has been made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'RE FORGIVEN! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, we have an awesome form teacher and an awesome history teacher. (And a not-so awesome not-our-history teacher. Redundant, nevermind.) Somehow, deep inside my &lt;s&gt;bottomless&lt;/s&gt; (lol) heart, I just knew this would happen, just that the probability was much too low. But I got proved otherwise, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed :( AAAH I'M STRESSED OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Got to calm down. Look at the world in a peripheral vision. And take step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are my parting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4499981713511269111?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4499981713511269111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-realized-two-or-more-things-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4499981713511269111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4499981713511269111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-realized-two-or-more-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5013564861659828796</id><published>2010-02-01T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:16:47.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;If you could call today uneventful, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd like to correct you and say today was eventful -- too eventful. Much, much too eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the attitudes of some teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not flaming anyone here, okay? I know some schools are looking out for blogs of students who flame teachers, but as a student-cum-blogger (now, now, let's not get carried away with the C-word), I think I'm free to say what I want because that's the main point of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, so maybe I said all these because I didn't want to get caught.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wait, I don't think I'm wrong. Why am I scared?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scratch all these brackets-crap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the matter at hand. I am so NOT flaming anyone here, and any persons of authority who see this - my language may get a little harsh, but I'm looking at this in a mature way. Yes, &lt;em&gt;mature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh grads or undergrads from NIE -- now, you can't judge them by experience because that's just... y'know, like, totally &lt;em&gt;mis&lt;/em&gt;judging them. I'm being fair to those new grads or undergrads from NIE who come to schools to teach as an attachment thing, but sometimes, (and I'm not pointing at anyone in particular), they can get a little over-their-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh grads/undergrads -- that's your official title in this whole wide world. It's not cool when you guys go totally over-your-head-ish on us and it's also not cool when you think you're experienced. I'm sorry, I'm STILL not flaming anyone, but it's true -- you guys have no experience and that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not filing a petition against new teachers, definitely not. I've met some who are real cool but I've also met some who are... uh, they just turn you down in terms of studying, okay?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I had to delete those above shit up there. Today was a nice day. Thank you for your kind attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, and Hueimin -- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5013564861659828796?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5013564861659828796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-could-call-today-uneventful-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5013564861659828796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5013564861659828796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-could-call-today-uneventful-go.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4171832197412801101</id><published>2010-01-31T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:39:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid Craft and Tech project. Not saying I don't like it, but it's really tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;[Will edit when I complete the research. And the drawings. Omfg.]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl wants Vans' shoes. Yes, hell yes, I love Vans! OffTheWall, YESYESYES. I WANT VANS SO BADLY ))): But I got so many shoes not worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne'ermind. I shall only buy Vans when all my current shoes wear out. Or, as what Taehun suggested, Onitsuka Tiger; if I were a guy. Onitsuka Tiger is, no doubt, nice, but suits guys more than girls, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even done with my work yet. Hell nice, I'm just so awesome and big, big epic PHAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Will edit when I FINALLY FREAKING complete the research. Give up the drawings, focus on Tuition instead. Omfg. Left with Landmarks and DE, Yx's doing DE :D]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4171832197412801101?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4171832197412801101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-craft-and-tech-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4171832197412801101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4171832197412801101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-craft-and-tech-project.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4342576651390362680</id><published>2010-01-30T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:29:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Blow yourself off our arses, dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yesterday's Anguish post, today I deliver another Anguish + Vaoger post. Will slacken on the Vaoger part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't let go of the matter. You screwed my weekend up, ass! My god, don't give us those kind of shitty attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid assed up weekend.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things I'd like to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A story is like a piece of art. You write a story, you paint a piece of art. You write a piece of art, you paint a story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Antihero, bless you, you mfcuking dickhead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Antagonist, bless you, you mfcuking dickhead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4342576651390362680?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4342576651390362680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/blow-yourself-off-our-arses-dickhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4342576651390362680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4342576651390362680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/blow-yourself-off-our-arses-dickhead.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5866385537480658449</id><published>2010-01-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:57:08.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, hell yes. School's over, no shit happened, the day's gonna be awesome since I'm going to Bugis with Vee. And then, BOOM, you came in and destroyed everyone's hopes and dreams for a good, pleasant Friday. It's a Friday, dude. A FRIDAY. You said TGIF in your lesson with another class, and now, wow, you're making us go against god. We want to thank god, not curse god. You're such an antihero, bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above paragraph was subjected to insulting a certain antihero that needs to be heavily blessed by god otherwise he would die from negative karmaaaa -- and you know how serious karma is? You know you know? If you don't have it you'll die. You'll go through how many levels of hell and endure the burning heat and get your tongue cut and get your blood squeezed dry, I think. (I don't remember this kind of things because I don't have a reason to.) Nice, then we have PE on Tuesday. Nice, you guys won't get to touch him. Nice, Tuesday is gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hyped at all for the next week. I think I won't ever be happy again. And this is for real, people -- for damn, f***ing real. It's the real world, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we're in the 'I' class. Hell no, we won't be betraying the value of our class. (What class were YOU from?) In case you did, pssh, then you have no right to say that to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, say bye. You gave us a very pleasant weekend. Ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5866385537480658449?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5866385537480658449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-felt-like-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5866385537480658449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5866385537480658449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-felt-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-7779310360160188001</id><published>2010-01-27T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:18:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered I had lots of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now everything's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like doing an emo post instead. WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt how heartwrenching it is to see old people selling tissues? It's like how Cupid and his bow/arrows attack people to make them fall in love with someone. For the old people and tissue combo, it's like they attack people with their outstretched, bony hands with 3 packets of tissues in 'em. They just make you feel all soggy, and you have this urge to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just with tissues. It's also about the can-picking and cardboard-picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know, maybe you have and maybe you haven't, but the feeling is plain torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes. And with time, everyone and everything will pass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an endless vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-7779310360160188001?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/7779310360160188001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remembered-i-had-lots-of-things-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7779310360160188001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/7779310360160188001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remembered-i-had-lots-of-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4109887356355040340</id><published>2010-01-25T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:24:32.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I I I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FoodForThought again. You should know it will always happen after you watch Charity Shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire those volunteer workers and I pity those old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Funny thing. Met Lemuel and Licy at Hub again! Saw Melissa off and then we took 169 together again. Heh, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's basically it. I need to sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4109887356355040340?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4109887356355040340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-i-i-foodforthought-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4109887356355040340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4109887356355040340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-i-i-foodforthought-again.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-235753110560336998</id><published>2010-01-24T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:37:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What you want to say may not be what they want to hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likewise, what you want to hear may not be what they want to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FoodForThought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: &lt;em&gt;So, shut your mouth and shut your ears?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? If that's the action we're going to take when it comes to this it's not feasible at all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, there won't be an exact conclusion to those two statements. It just depends on how you want to look at it and how you want to treat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't change what they want to say/hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-235753110560336998?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/235753110560336998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-you-want-to-say-may-not-be-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/235753110560336998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/235753110560336998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-you-want-to-say-may-not-be-what.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-389388836139593879</id><published>2010-01-24T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:25:56.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I think I'll skip Friday's news. -.- It's so hard/long to type out, thus I... &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday has been updated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do some FoodForThought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, the Facebook cat video. Jeremiah's link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy high-heels-donning bitch abusing a cat and stepping all over it. Gruesome? Ugh. She is plainly inhumane and she deserves to be thrown into a furnace and have her eyes gouged out, her legs broken, her arms twisted unnaturally, her head decapitated. Crazy bitch. TO THINK SHE WAS STILL LAUGHING WHEN SHE DID THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Facebook and check out what the f*** is wrong with this Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't even finish the damn video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-389388836139593879?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/389388836139593879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-ill-skip-fridays-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/389388836139593879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/389388836139593879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-ill-skip-fridays-news.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-8046810635254519577</id><published>2010-01-22T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:31:38.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a nice day. Nope, no FoodForThought, but still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall zoom into IPW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg, we changed groups! Now I'm in the Studybaba group -- wait, it's not Studybaba, I forgot the name -- with ExtraTerrestial/Alien (loves!), Dee and Slacker. Me and Alien thought up of what to do for IPW through the one-and-a-half-hour lunch. Dee and Slacker stopped by occasionally, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh shall fast forward to the Impossible Test. No, not the online game -- the placement test for ICT. It is meedweedgeon hard and I bet I wouldn't pass either. F***ing miserable, now I have to spend like half a year doing computer course. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say about Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, LL A&amp;amp;D &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-8046810635254519577?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/8046810635254519577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8046810635254519577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/8046810635254519577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6217656655451659381</id><published>2010-01-20T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:11:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting, yes I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't wait for the big O's to come. Neither can I wait for it NOT to come. I just want the confirmation early. I want to know, I want to have a sense of reassurance that I've secured whatever it is for my future. Man, future! What crap is this? Trying so hard to get reassurance for something that may not be good? Well, whatever's the case, you can't overlook the present and just embrace the future. You're still gonna have to go through Secondary 2 and then Secondary 3 and then Secondary 4 and THEN you get your results. Now that's a lot of going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I've just rambled on things which will come in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will be the next time I get to see JayVeeCee. K'lah, 'Jay' is no need see one. 'Vee' and 'Cee' :( AAAH I WANT MY PULLOVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessir I will blog about thought-provoking things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: &lt;em&gt;Valiant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6217656655451659381?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6217656655451659381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-still-waiting-yes-im-still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6217656655451659381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6217656655451659381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-still-waiting-yes-im-still-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-670044944851687728</id><published>2010-01-18T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:27:38.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to sort out all the shit in my life. I don't want to believe that fact, even if it's a fact. No one can give me enough reasons to justify why I should believe that shit. So don't ask me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was average. I think my favourite lesson today was Literature. xD Meh, it's the only interesting period(s) today since the others all do things in repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy, shitty repetition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So, Monday was meant to be boring, I guess. But all I had in mind was... how I was going to fail Chemistry :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, THERE'S A FREAKING CHEMISTRY TEST WHICH I ONLY HEARD OF IN THE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST DIED TRYING TO CRAM ALL THE STUPID CHEMICAL SYMBOLS SIGNAGE LANGUAGE WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCl = Hydrochloric acid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H3PO4 = Sulfuric acid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS FREAK. NOW I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER NITRIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, Hydrochloric + Sulfuric + Nitric are the 3 most... important and must-memorize ones. And I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL WANT TO TAKE PURE CHEMISTRY AS PART OF DOUBLE SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm the biggest loser in Chemistry sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-670044944851687728?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/670044944851687728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-trying-to-sort-out-all-shit-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/670044944851687728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/670044944851687728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-trying-to-sort-out-all-shit-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6912663970724266217</id><published>2010-01-17T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:00:29.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened? Why did it hurt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you didn't mean, even if it was just a joke...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It still hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I didn't feel good about it -- at all. Please tell me it will never happen again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for myself, I don't want this to happen again. I'm afraid and frightened and I've got bad experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&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/5713441721138356250-6912663970724266217?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6912663970724266217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-happened-why-did-it-hurt-even-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6912663970724266217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6912663970724266217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-happened-why-did-it-hurt-even-if.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6642529684037122685</id><published>2010-01-16T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:33:13.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was unexpectedly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tell you guys tomorrow. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Today (aka Yesterday) was kind of, um, eventless in the morning, but from 2 onwards it got nicer. We (meaning I, Lemuel, Weixiang, Dexter, Kangshun, Dylan) went to the National Library Library. I mean, the one at Victoria Street (near Bras Basah) (near Bugis). There was this Asia Humanitarian Forum and we had a booth there to give out flyers and explain to the public about... um, our projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention -- before that, in school, we had IPW and we were grouped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess fucking what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got teamed with Kangshun Xiaoying and Clara. That isn't the worst part. No, seriously, in fact I think this group would work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Kangshun got made leader. One word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo epic I couldn't even laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so back to the AHF event at National Library. So we had to give out flyers but basically we slacked our asses off. McFlurry :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. Although it was darn funny when the singer for the opening ceremony had a mic too sensitive and it was damn fucking loud and it totally disrupted my eardrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh that's it. I like twister fries, o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6642529684037122685?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6642529684037122685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-unexpectedly-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6642529684037122685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6642529684037122685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-unexpectedly-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-222772189869605600</id><published>2010-01-14T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:16:42.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I startED off this post with, initially, one long paragraph about today. Yes, it got deleted - because they were bad memories and I promised myself to overcome all the shit. Guess it didn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no point going against you, anyway. What's that matter to you, anyway? It also doesn't make sense to go against you, too. Up and down, up and down, 3 letters I can say: Z, Z, Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to pull through with the CCA Transfer thing. It's my only hope left, zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-222772189869605600?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/222772189869605600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-i-started-off-this-post-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/222772189869605600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/222772189869605600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-i-started-off-this-post-with.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4081969953667763661</id><published>2010-01-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:22:50.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Today's a nice day, I think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4081969953667763661?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4081969953667763661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-nothing-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4081969953667763661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4081969953667763661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5590043992544163975</id><published>2010-01-10T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:52:08.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hell. Hell, hell, hell. I'm too lazy to finish up the Powerpoint! And... Mama just left for Germany, feel like dying now :O I miss her already! I feel useless without her, sigh. Mama faster come back! (Next Saturday, pwnz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really have anything to blawg about on a Sunday afternoon. Except I HAVE to finish up my Powerpoint. Graaah, no. I wanted to SA s'more, sadly I couldn't chiong up the Powerpoint last night... :P Computer lagged like plain crap and had to turn to reading The Da Vinci Code. Woohoo, I kind of solved it! I mean, I knew the answer long before I started the book, but now I finally see how everything's coming together. Awesome book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, the Slides are finished! Yes, I was SO busy just now that when my computer hanged I didn't even have time to come back here to finish up this post. But now I'm real close to my sleeping time and I HAVE to update my story + export songs. So bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5590043992544163975?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5590043992544163975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5590043992544163975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5590043992544163975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4895559793092821920</id><published>2010-01-09T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:08:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“她以为她是谁来的？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为我是谁来的？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. In a way, I'm wrong -- because I'm not the one that's supposed to be doing this. In a way, I'm wrong -- because, after all, I was the one who made everything come to a standstill in the previous year, thus causing the status of the project to go to '&lt;s&gt;Temporarily &lt;/s&gt;Cancelled', aka The Biggest Fiasco of 2009. In a way, I'm wrong -- because I got too overwhelmed and all the power rushed into my head. In a way, I'm wrong -- history was repeating from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I'm not wrong -- I was just helping her amplify her voice (thus breaking the pact to NOT shout and speak nicely); amplifying was definitely needed in a situation like yesterday. In a way, I'm not wrong -- I was one of the in-charges for the project,  but I know I let others down by not doing anything after The Thing, and even if I'm highly unpopular I have to continue with it. In a way, I'm not wrong -- I wanted to get this settled as fast as possible and as smoothly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4895559793092821920?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4895559793092821920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4895559793092821920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4895559793092821920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4261757621902688658</id><published>2010-01-08T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:11:43.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Exhibition today! I have to say it was fun (otherwise I will get killed :x). Nah, it really was. No joke, darn awesome today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day was kinda... um, plain. But today marks the end of the first week of school in 2010! Experienced a Friday today, and well, not so much of TGIF. History (first lesson) was cut into about half an hour, so we're left with 15 minutes. Had to say I enjoyed that 15 minutes. Then it was Math. (It's getting boring and oh shit, I didn't get my Scheme of Work!) Recess was... How good can Recess get!? Returned to class and it was English. Was very happy at the start of the class, but it started to diminish as the lesson progressed. Rather (un-)satisfied with the journal entry. Then it was IPW. Mr Ong didn't turn up for the whole lesson, but that wasn't the point anyway. So the class tee rant started again. I swear this whole thing is getting screwed, or to some people, &lt;em&gt;it already is.&lt;/em&gt; But no, we're not going to give up on this. Determination's gonna help us okay. And I promise we will help. As a class we stand and as a class we fall. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had already predicted that everyone was going to pile up outside 2D to put the Bowling things. Thus I chose to put my things there during recess woohoo. Frickin' heavy anyway, :( Yes, I had to bring it to school. Not very nice a thing to do on a freaking Friday morning. So went ahead with the Bowling things. Went to Canteen, expected to find people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDUNDANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected to find some people there, specifically. I did, anyway. :P I didn't have lunch till like, what, 5 or 6 or 7? I'm SO happy about that! I'm not falling into anorexia or anything, I just don't like to eat before I'm gonna do vigorous work. Yes, it WAS vigorous. But hey, we DO reap rewards -- eg. more Sec1s joining. It was fun anyway, except we screwed around a bit when the Sec1s weren't here. We watched Love Drunk on Youtube, HAHAHA. To the credit of Wanxin, our indulgent vice-captain who likes to sing to the songs on the CCA Video. Ah, yes, the CCA Video, crucial subject. The video, generally, was received fairly alright, but if I could I would have changed the colours. Yellow and Turquoise, hrm, never use 'em against a white/mixed background. :O I guessed it was good that they laughed anyway, since I laughed along and that made it a nice video. Unless they were mocking it... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Exhibition was fun overall anyway. There was Joanne, Aloysius, Brien, Tien Jin, Yong Jia, Wan Xin, Spencer, Jun Xiong, Benjamin, Li Yen, me, MelissaLoke (no, Melissa isn't in Bowling, she merely helped out). It was seriously F.U.N. Like what I've said, join Bowling and you'll get F.U.N. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skived during some parts :x Went to watch the Drama performance. Any Drama members who see this, trust me, your performance was awesome in the classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for my Mama's car, I saw a Mini Cooper in the school Carpark Premises. Darn ass funny! It was bright red and I kept wondering who it belonged to. Unfortunately it left when I turned my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thought of the day: Bald people = ex-convicts? Dude, never way. Just 'cause they're bald, they're ex-convicts? I kapui at that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized I have many things to do. Hais, Sec2 stress catching up soon. Gotta go 'zzz', bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4261757621902688658?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4261757621902688658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/wao-cca-exhibition-today-i-have-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4261757621902688658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4261757621902688658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/wao-cca-exhibition-today-i-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5083366617825811563</id><published>2010-01-07T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:13:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized today I had lots of things to blog about. But I forgot them all. Let's try to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... Hm... Ohyeah! I speak incoherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered a publishing error in the Mayflower Writers' 2009 book. I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be angry, but... heheheh, I managed to laugh it off! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering, the error is that my essay, titled Lies, is credited to Yixuan. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, humans err, and if they don't that's just abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I forgot everything. I had medicine in class, YARKS. History, yada. Science, yada. Recess, ...yada...? In the midst of convincing ET to watch The O.C. woohoo! MotherTongue, resumed Libary Lessons, WEEHAW! English, well I can't say we did anything new. DnT/HE... I GOT DnT! I don't know to be happy or to be sad. Both. More of sad, since this means that I'll have to go to school one more day at the end of the year. BAAAAHEEEEEE But on the bright side I got Miss Suhaila. She's not as fierce as she seemed to be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL, I swear I almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay that's it. Gooduhbye, off to CCA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5083366617825811563?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5083366617825811563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-realized-today-i-had-lots-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5083366617825811563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5083366617825811563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-realized-today-i-had-lots-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4352318317737930372</id><published>2010-01-06T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:15:26.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“阿嫲，要喝多一天温水，不要喝太多冷水。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement made my tears well up, seriously. So there was this boy with his grandmother at the 169 bus queue in Hub, and then the grandmother was coughing rather... badly. So he was kinda loud, (but it's not my space to judge) and I think he's naturally loud. He repeated this several times, but trust me, it never got old and I could see he was seriously perturbed about his grandmother's constant coughing. I'm not clear if the boy's younger than me, since he's taller than me - scratch that, EVERYONE is taller than me. He looks like a Sec1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, he was still pretty loud - but the main point was what he said. He kept repeating this statement with some occasional additions to remind his grandmother to catch a doctor if it gets worse and not to cook oily stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice boy. I'm sure there ARE people as sensible as him, but it's just that it's hard to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be frank, his statement gave me a huge slap in the face too. I really saw myself smiling after hearing his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really heartfelt, heartening. Even though I felt cold, I swear this statement made me feel a surge through my body. Warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the reliving of this memory just got dashed by some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently's been good. I have to go hyperventilate now. Gooduhbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4352318317737930372?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4352318317737930372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-statement-made-my-tears-well-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4352318317737930372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4352318317737930372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-statement-made-my-tears-well-up.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-9074014536703605628</id><published>2010-01-04T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:03:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE DIDN'T WORK OUT FOR ME &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i'm back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th january twentyten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super rollercoaster ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-9074014536703605628?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/9074014536703605628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-omg-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/9074014536703605628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/9074014536703605628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-6431180908588051273</id><published>2009-12-16T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:13:32.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of my NYRs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) omg, i so have to do this! complete storywriting techniques! god, i am SO irritated by my unconstant (?) writing and dull woodblock style. i'll attempt more and MORE fanfics, probably start a play or screenplay, or start doing something serious. hopefully it's the latterest latter, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) to not compromise my jc/university life. this is my own sincerest target, lol. jc/university ftw! oh, and i must, must, must, must, MUST decide on courses. i know it may be too early but did you know that subjects you pick for the big Os affect your university course choices? yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) grow taller. like hell yeah. grow thinner too. dammit. it's either one or both, but more of the former yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) watch finish all my other intended-to-watch series lol! american pop culture \m/ intended-to-watch series, namely OC (currently watching :P) , veronica mars (omg, kristen bell is HOT in season 2!) , gossip girl (heh, chuck's accent *swoon* , chace's face *swoon* , and leighton's ... leighton *SWOONS!* OMG LOL) , and one tree hill (chad michael murray? nah, not so much. more of sophia bush, james lafferty and etc.) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) ALL OF THE ABOVE MUST BE COMPLETED. if not ... i'll think of the consequences another day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye off to do homework. yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6431180908588051273?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6431180908588051273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-part-2-of-my-nyrs-6-omg-i-so-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6431180908588051273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/6431180908588051273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-part-2-of-my-nyrs-6-omg-i-so-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-5792289776367837459</id><published>2009-12-12T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:03:59.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i'm sorry for having neglected this earlier. i was just busy vindicating utmost thoughts now and then and finally decided that i don't want to blog anymore, especially after my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, ... i'll only be blogging about my NYRs (New Year Resolutions), and whether i succeed/fail in any of them. let's hope it's the former, no one wants to "latter" NYRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hahaHAhaha. firstly, and it really is the first time this is my NYR, i need to improve in my academics, wooh! it's a rush to even say it out, hahaha. i really want to get my favoured subjects, which i haven't figured out yet. i just don't want to regret when i don't get my favoured subjects, that is so gonna SAK (suck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hmm next. be a better person! before you get any "not-again" whines, i'm telling you i'm no more that negative bullshit person i was in the past. there's always space for improvement no matter how good you are. not saying i'm good, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. keep everyone around me safe. yes, safe. i don't want anyone's safety to be jeopardized if i can do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. love studying more. (i'll most likely fail in this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. STAY. IN. HCL. well actually i don't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to stay in hcl, but hey, i'm doing everything to ensure i get into a jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update the rest later, off to watch oc. OC IS AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-5792289776367837459?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/5792289776367837459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-right-im-sorry-for-having-neglected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5792289776367837459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/5792289776367837459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-right-im-sorry-for-having-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-1735972240185860323</id><published>2009-11-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:19:00.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-1735972240185860323?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/1735972240185860323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RUINED MY HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i ruined my hair. it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i go out with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse, how can i go to u.s. with this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it won't grow in time. the trip starts on monday, 16th, and today's like the fcuking 11th already. i have 5 days and i need it to grow sooo badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i give up. a long-awaited trip to u.s. and this has to happen. major mfcking hair disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4869802585792711859?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4869802585792711859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'VE BEEN AN IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i mean, looking back at what/how i blogged when i was in primary 5, the first time we were introduced to blogging. i just cannot believe i was such an idiot once. :( it's so insulting! aah, i'm breaking down from this sudden realization *hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boring. i spammed reborn the whole way. :D thought about what to do on my birthday. i'm so... overwhelmed. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down, 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-2858098306782928251?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/2858098306782928251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye, sorry for neglecting this again D: i fail as a blogger la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much happened since holidays started. i'll prolly post a memorial post soon. :) and i've completed reborn! season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i met a bug earlier the other day. millipede/centipede. don't bother finding out what it is because it's just gonna freak you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a new start. let's go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-6940202900142416894?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/6940202900142416894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>#19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah: oh linked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiayien: lol la, ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF HOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i feel so... lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with hweeting for around 5mins and then gonna go roam amkcentral. bwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 11 pieces of shitty homework. and they have parts. PARTS. think about how much homework i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec2 sucks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year passed v fast, it's like, VROOMZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back with strawberry ice blended and my ONTO headphones! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, shall try GRAPE ICE BLENDED(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dense -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-722549090979873558?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/722549090979873558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/10/19-tag-replies-hannah-oh-linked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/722549090979873558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/722549090979873558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/10/19-tag-replies-hannah-oh-linked.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5713441721138356250.post-4468436479767469523</id><published>2009-10-30T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:03:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'm so gonna miss 1I. according to some seniors, secondary 2 is totally fcked up and so not like secondary 1. i'm having a bad impression already :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost cried today. i think i was welling up tears, but hah, i guess everything wouldn't go my way. can i stop us being promoted? hell no, even i myself don't wanna do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bad impressions to the good impressions, this year has been filled with shit and candy. oh, tell me that's wrong and i'll bash you up too :x bwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went for breakfast with c5 + hueimin + vanessa + lynette. then lihan, hueimin, vanessa, lynette left. so only left with me, jiayan, huiyi, zhichean (kaili wasn't there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Poker King. louis koo + stephy tang are super compatible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left. i bought strawberry ice blended because i love strawberries now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt empty today. i have no idea why. it's like i want to be with somebody (don't think sick) but i don't know who that is. chh, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713441721138356250-4468436479767469523?l=velvetsneakers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/feeds/4468436479767469523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/10/18-farewell-ah-im-so-gonna-miss-1i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4468436479767469523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713441721138356250/posts/default/4468436479767469523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velvetsneakers.blogspot.com/2009/10/18-farewell-ah-im-so-gonna-miss-1i.html' title=''/><author><name>J-unieee (:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
