<?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-29760746</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:23:16.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>x</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>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-655369564013869558</id><published>2009-10-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:17:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do, when you have a grandma who keeps everything and anything and you cannot find half your stuff cos they are hidden somewhere out there? Sigh, I love her but this issue is seriously turning me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved, btw. Ask me for my new link if you need. (I still can't believe I found 3 packets of my expired chocolate in the fridge when I simply thought that they were just finished up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-655369564013869558?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/655369564013869558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=655369564013869558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/655369564013869558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/655369564013869558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-you-do-when-you-have-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5100414348645939201</id><published>2009-09-19T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:32:17.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold on to her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5100414348645939201?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5100414348645939201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5100414348645939201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5100414348645939201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5100414348645939201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5099406224036253885</id><published>2009-09-05T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:10:13.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies again, and I hate blogger. I had an awesome birthday (it isn't that great being 19, I miss being young), bought burberry instead of kate spade (love it and thank you to family and friends c;), sent Maria off again, am working (and hating it) so that sums up my life. I am intending to move to a better site, blogger doesn't suit me and I need a new audience viewing this. Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5099406224036253885?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5099406224036253885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5099406224036253885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5099406224036253885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5099406224036253885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-flies-again-and-i-hate-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7133054801055503552</id><published>2009-08-08T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:17:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was officially the end of my attachment on Monday but everything feels so surreal. I miss my children, and I actually got a job one day after attachment and started work 2 days after Monday. Crazy life I have. Work is very draining, I hate it (let's just face it - everyone hates it), and I miss the children so much!! I cannot wait to be back in school although that will be in another 2 months' time. I am intending to go on a holiday soon, and indulge myself plenty - I think I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list:&lt;br /&gt;Kate Spade wallet for birthday&lt;br /&gt;Meetups&lt;br /&gt;Dentist&lt;br /&gt;Facial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7133054801055503552?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7133054801055503552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7133054801055503552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7133054801055503552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7133054801055503552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-officially-end-of-my-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5866154068496230762</id><published>2009-08-04T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:24:14.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.  But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the field, walked through first row, saw one big wheat, but he wonders....may be there will be a bigger one later.&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw another bigger one... But maybe there is an even bigger one waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, when he finished going through more than half of the wheat field, he started to realize that the rest of the wheat weren't as big as the previous one he saw. He then knew that he had missed the biggest one and he regretted.&lt;br /&gt;So he ended up going back to the teacher with an empty hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him, "This is love. You keep looking for a better one, but later you realise that, you had already missed the best person...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is marriage then?" the student asked. The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is:  you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake. When he reached the middle of the field, he picked up one medium-sized corn that he felt satisfied with, and went back to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him, "this time you brought back a corn. You looked for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe that this is the best one you're gonna get. &lt;br /&gt;This is marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5866154068496230762?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5866154068496230762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5866154068496230762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5866154068496230762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5866154068496230762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/08/student-asks-teacher-what-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4888359619959642475</id><published>2009-07-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:11:42.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I PASSED MY FIELD PRACTICUM ASSESSMENT.&lt;br /&gt;Hug me, kiss me, whatever, I am just damn happy. But guess what, I have a whole mountain of work waiting for me, holy cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4888359619959642475?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4888359619959642475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4888359619959642475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4888359619959642475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4888359619959642475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-passed-my-field-practicum-assessment.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-345000328782542425</id><published>2009-06-26T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:01:30.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson passed away and I feel really sad for him cos he died a misunderstood man. People with so many misconceptions of him... It is unfair. And though I know nuts about him, I am saddened by the news. I hope he rests in peace. Life just isn't so fair sometimes yeh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-345000328782542425?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/345000328782542425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=345000328782542425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/345000328782542425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/345000328782542425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-passed-away-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-806832234712225114</id><published>2009-06-25T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:39:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is early morning now, at about 930am and I am all dressed up and waiting to go for attachment. I am very behind work, so behind that I may have to stay up v v often over the next couple of days but... I really can't be bothered now. I think I miss my old life very much (who doesn't?) The days when work was just a chore and play is our life. I still remember how we used to head out, &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;the time. As time pass by, we are finally reaching our dreams - attaining a career which can get us all the Chanels and Burberrys (? or Burberries? Haha) in the world. But I miss those holidays when I will laze at home in the mornings and just do nothing. Not that I cannot do it now, but just that something is always at the back of my head. But this is life yeh? Growing up and learning? Sigh. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of closing down this blog, permanently, but it holds so much memories and I can't bear to. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-806832234712225114?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/806832234712225114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=806832234712225114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/806832234712225114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/806832234712225114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-early-morning-now-at-about-930am.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5743391384630534551</id><published>2009-06-19T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:13:02.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking shit, I am having the worst case of hives ever, it is all over BOTH MY LEGS (yes thighs calves feet), my ass, my back, and my arms. And Guardian is out of stock for their medication. Oh damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5743391384630534551?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5743391384630534551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5743391384630534551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5743391384630534551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5743391384630534551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-shit-i-am-having-worst-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-6002633144173175150</id><published>2009-06-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:54:44.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the closest to heaven that I can ever get to. I totally cannot wait for a good break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-6002633144173175150?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/6002633144173175150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=6002633144173175150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6002633144173175150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6002633144173175150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-closest-to-heaven-that-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-6609769645875255347</id><published>2009-05-25T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:45:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Because he has been a major part of your life , of course you'll miss him ; its perfectly normal. It's like getting your tooth pulled out ; after the dentist pulls it out and you're relieved . But how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was ? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was hurting you does not mean you dont notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly . It's going to take awhile , but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth ? No , because it was causing you pain. Pulling out the tooth was the right decision , but its going to hurt. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-6609769645875255347?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/6609769645875255347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=6609769645875255347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6609769645875255347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6609769645875255347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-he-has-been-major-part-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5796529581032462235</id><published>2009-05-25T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:12:16.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you get cheated once, you are silly. If you get cheated twice, you are stupid. I will never ever trust you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5796529581032462235?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5796529581032462235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5796529581032462235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5796529581032462235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5796529581032462235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-get-cheated-once-you-are-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2189187076121546956</id><published>2009-05-11T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:24:14.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I lost my eyeliner. I cannot find it ... anywhere!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2189187076121546956?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2189187076121546956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2189187076121546956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2189187076121546956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2189187076121546956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-lost-my-eyeliner.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4684198748421865238</id><published>2009-05-08T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:42:34.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be writing my paper, but life is short and we should not wait to make ourselves happy so I have decided that I shall watch 'I love you, man' right now, have a good laugh and go for dinner at 10pm. Yes, it's all about being happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4684198748421865238?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4684198748421865238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4684198748421865238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4684198748421865238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4684198748421865238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-supposed-to-be-writing-my-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-979746922989311049</id><published>2009-05-07T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:21:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the 10 parcels which I received in a day last year in December and how much lesser I'm shopping now... Good la hor? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-979746922989311049?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/979746922989311049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=979746922989311049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/979746922989311049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/979746922989311049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-thinking-about-10-parcels-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-3831909507924844983</id><published>2009-05-07T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:22:51.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there is one great lesson that I had brought away from my time in RV, it will be the the belief that &lt;strong&gt;I am made for something greater&lt;/strong&gt;. It is really that solid foundation that made me believe that I am capable of so much more than who I am currently and how much further I can go. Yeh, exactly. Especially the spirit of always wanting to just do well and give all your best despite the fact that you might suckkk at it. (Images of LLM and AGH just flashed through my head... Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can despise anyone but yourself. Because you might just be the strongest thing in this world fighting for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3831909507924844983?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3831909507924844983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3831909507924844983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3831909507924844983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3831909507924844983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-there-is-one-great-lesson-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5416673068762333104</id><published>2009-05-06T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:24:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I feel like shit now, because I want to sleep cos it is almost midnight, because I cannot finish my work... I need a break. *scrams for chocolate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5416673068762333104?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5416673068762333104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5416673068762333104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5416673068762333104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5416673068762333104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-feel-like-shit-now-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1863759178809423702</id><published>2009-05-05T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:08:24.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you see me here often, it means that stuff isn't going well. Duh? I have 6 more days (3 to be official, I don't do work on weekends) before I have 3 projects due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hm vic isn't replying me even though he's off work at 6pm. See I'm so bored I'm counting minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's on tv tonight. Mothers' Day and I still have no idea on what to give mummy, my GOSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1863759178809423702?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1863759178809423702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1863759178809423702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1863759178809423702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1863759178809423702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-see-me-here-often-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1757605476928311718</id><published>2009-05-04T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:07:49.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you dislike doing something so much but you just got to do it cos you just got to do it? It sucks cos you desperately hate it and cannot live with it and that sucks. (eg. crappy lesson plans??) okay that time is now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have like 3 weeks of school left, including this week, but I am suffocating. It just gets to me so much and I really cannot wait for this year to go by. I realised that I am frowning a lot btw, I was told that before, but I only realised it now. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;frown, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can still got to Tioman and Hong Kong, swine flu please don't ruin my plans. I am feeling messed up now, like I have a lot of work to do but I dunno what to do! I feel lost omg. And I eat an insanely lot now, because I cannot sort out my thoughts. Speaking of which, headache now. I'm off to the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1757605476928311718?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1757605476928311718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1757605476928311718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1757605476928311718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1757605476928311718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-how-sometimes-you-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1160650569952740332</id><published>2009-04-30T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:59:08.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SflLDmeGWJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pXHsGcaSKyY/s1600-h/nokia-e71-red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330374159208175762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SflLDmeGWJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pXHsGcaSKyY/s200/nokia-e71-red2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello everybody. 2.53pm on a Thursday morning and I am lonely. I just came back from a manicure (Vic pls don't kill me, it was tempting) and am playing with my red e71 yay. (refer picture) it is red, like my period, but I love. I am finally meeting junjie and jayne tonight, it kills me being so A-W-A-Y from these people and dearest maria will be back soon. swine flu kills, it will kill a lot of people (news say one hor) and I think it is ruining my plans for HK, no shyt. I still want tioman v v v bad, anybody wanna go with me too? it is one of the best resorts there and is only 220$ for 2 nights WITH diving. better than coastal sands lor, and damn romantic too. I really don't like school now and the chinese medicine keeps making me want to shit. :( okay, meanwhile love me well and shower me of plenty of smiles cos I am feeling so grumpy these few days cos NOTHING to do man! what rubbish is this with 2 hours of class daily from Mon-Thurs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of rant and time to nap. I have a long night ahead ;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1160650569952740332?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1160650569952740332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1160650569952740332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1160650569952740332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1160650569952740332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SflLDmeGWJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pXHsGcaSKyY/s72-c/nokia-e71-red2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-4962651780485855309</id><published>2009-04-26T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:23:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was given a box of chocs from Victor's boss last week for secretary's week! Haha he's sooooo nice, and it's in my fav polka dotted box somemore! Omg adorable polka dots. Love it :D I watched a R21 movie on Sat, HAHA! I have a paper due tomorrow and it feels like I've written tons of crap, ah crapppp. I hope I can quickly settle in and write a good one. I'm getting a new phone, it's called ice cream and it'll be pink! Omg I'm going to fall so in love with it. Byebye touch dual. Okay back to essay writing, :((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4962651780485855309?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4962651780485855309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4962651780485855309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4962651780485855309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4962651780485855309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-given-box-of-chocs-from-victors.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-639149028276499191</id><published>2009-04-20T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:53:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really really really want "This is for you" by Rob Ryans. Tell me if you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-639149028276499191?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/639149028276499191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=639149028276499191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/639149028276499191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/639149028276499191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-really-really-really-want-this.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5467334272255642649</id><published>2009-04-16T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:48:00.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am suffering from fries overdosage. I had fries for dinner last night and for lunch together again, I gained A LOT of weight from China and Vietnam and I cannot wait to fly off to somewhere else again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told by someone that fear is False Evidence Appearing Real, is that real? Sometimes we're such weird human beings. We yearn for something so much but when we eventually get it, we fear losing it. What is the true meaning of fear? What is the true meaning of happiness then, if we cannot answer the previous question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now Maria told me something about someone and someone. Hahah I was jealous! After 7 years, I am still jealous hahaha. It is so funny reminising about the past with old buddies. Sigh after the pathetic 19 years of my life, I am so grateful for these great pals. May we walk through old life together... :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5467334272255642649?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5467334272255642649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5467334272255642649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5467334272255642649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5467334272255642649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-suffering-from-fries-overdosage.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7650886310380435995</id><published>2009-04-08T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:24:42.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings from good old sunny Singapore!! Wanted to update while I was in Hanoi but decided otherwise, Singapore is still da best :D I miss this place like crazy but I just want to feel homey today and I don't :( I'm thinking of lying down on a comfortable couch with a hot ang moh guy tucked under the blanket and having a nice cold frap, awwwww how nice will that be. (That was my childhood dream of wanting to date an ang moh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am all alone at home and the tv is playing with my favvvv Korean actor in it and I just wanna pounce on him and hug him! Hahaha. Okay back to talking about Hanoi and no more about hot dudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Hanoi was kinda fun! Besides the sucky air. I love the people and the strong sense of culture over there. I survived pretty well actually, and my skin is super smooth from the spring water in China, and the mineral water in Hanoi. (I used mineral water for my face) I appreciated the chance at being able to travel to China and Hanoi within the same month. It was interesting seeing how different this two countries can be, despite their distance. I love travelling, it'll be the one thing that I want to do everywhere, travel to somewhere, anywhere! And I learnt a lot a lotttt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7650886310380435995?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7650886310380435995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7650886310380435995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7650886310380435995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7650886310380435995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings-from-good-old-sunny-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5658510928707145159</id><published>2009-03-18T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:10:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to moisturize myself, urgently. I am secretly dried up like a prune. Today we were supposed to do research in the library, but the bunch of us ended up talking. Interesting - how a bunch of strangers can come together, prepare for a trip, and be able to engage in a 2 hours long conversation about everything and... anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly want to go for the cruise around Asia, but it takes 53 days and that might mean having to sacrifise my studies...? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give thanks, to Victor, for the sunflower when I came back to Singapore. Haha I guess I never appreciated it until I saw it dumped in the bin just now and went aw and felt guilty. :( I love that sunflower, thanks bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is adapting badly to Singapore weather, I actually had a friggin nosebled this afternoon, and I really miss China despite the shitty weather there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to the boyfriend, for taking time off tomorrow to be with me. Sigh, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed, the deeper I venture into life, the more amazed I am about people and our survival instincts. Okay this is way past my bedtime in China, I plan to still sleep at 9pm, and wake up at 7am. Tata guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5658510928707145159?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5658510928707145159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5658510928707145159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5658510928707145159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5658510928707145159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-moisturize-myself-urgently.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1117100703602337970</id><published>2009-03-17T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:39:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!!!!!!! I am back from China and I survived!! It was as cold as 5 degrees there and all I brought was two pullovers but I SURVIVED!!!!! Yay I had much fun there and will upload all the awesome pictures soon! Feels so weird being back, and I started training for my Hanoi trip yesterday, hardcore sia! Only had one day to rest before it's training all the way till I fly. After I'm back from Hanoi, it's a week more to school. Crazy tired!! But life feels awesome this way! Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1117100703602337970?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1117100703602337970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1117100703602337970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1117100703602337970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1117100703602337970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-i-am-back-from-china-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2090259144878333285</id><published>2009-02-25T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:00:54.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know, I was packing up for China... Suddenly I felt really sad and don't want to leave Singapore. It's been a while that I am leaving Singapore for such a long while - 14 straight days and to a place that has really bad facilities. It will be an experience, I bet, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am in the midst of settling into a holiday and having to think about leaving my children at the childcare behind... Hahaha working with the children had been such an experience - they touched such a vulnerable part of me that I will never imagine I had (Imagine laughing together with a child who peed in his pants FOUR DAMN TIMES) And I think I will cry when I leave tomorrow... (It will be my 'last day' before I come back from Vietnam on the 5th April) And that spells a month apart. After being together for 3 weeks, I already miss them a hell lot everytime I'm home. :( Unbelievable? Believe it. Sigh, let me just continue watching tv, refuse to pack my bag still, and get to sleep early. Good night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2090259144878333285?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2090259144878333285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2090259144878333285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2090259144878333285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2090259144878333285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/02/yknow-i-was-packing-up-for-china.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2363409330789689888</id><published>2009-02-17T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:53:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SZqkGZpc8TI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JuQraxJxRug/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303731941053100338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SZqkGZpc8TI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JuQraxJxRug/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my new bolster in my 2 weeks in China and Hanoi! ISNT HE ADORABLE??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SZqjmeA_fqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAl99CkULY/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303731392469761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SZqjmeA_fqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAl99CkULY/s200/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY AA DOUBLE U DRESS. omg sexy back ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Valentines' was fun and cute. I got a diamond necklace (haha!) and dinner was damn great. It was the longest dinner we had - 2 hours long and we even got 15% off for enjoying the wait! I talked and talked and talked, it was awfully fun! Cable car ride made us real giddy, it's been ages since I've been up there and V was so frightened HAHA. Prompt me for more details :P Next day I met jayne for a great sashimi feast and we went to pool and then Minds' cafe with a third party! My goodness, I hope my days will be this fun all my life HEH. How's yours? :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2363409330789689888?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2363409330789689888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2363409330789689888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2363409330789689888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2363409330789689888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-new-bolster-in-my-2-weeks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SZqkGZpc8TI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JuQraxJxRug/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-3258358294003344490</id><published>2009-02-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:09:14.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you ended it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Reader, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3258358294003344490?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3258358294003344490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3258358294003344490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3258358294003344490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3258358294003344490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-frightened.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-367848768338695983</id><published>2009-02-08T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:05:01.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, omg. I think I just got seduced. By Paris!!! I wanna go to Paris!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-367848768338695983?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/367848768338695983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=367848768338695983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/367848768338695983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/367848768338695983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1341853838117571156</id><published>2009-02-06T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:34:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of school! Imagine my joy. I really wonder how I survived till this very day - countless weeks of sleeping late, looking unsightly, having awful skin ... I badly need to trim my bushy brows and sleep well. I think it's all the lack of sleep that's driving me nuts and causing me to sleep like Nobody's Business. But okay, first week of the month gone and all my allowance is almost gone. Oh well. I am starting work next week - 2 days time - 58 hours later. I must be insane, I plunge into work right after school and work till the last damn day before school starts. Goodness, no wonder I am tired! Cannot wait for trip to China, maybe I can sleep well then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this year has zoomed by pretty quickly. It's already February, seemed like a week ago when I embraced the new year. Omggggg I am turning 19 and I totally dread growing old. On the other hand, UNIVERSITY LIFE OMGZ!! Eggciting. Yes, I do mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1341853838117571156?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1341853838117571156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1341853838117571156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1341853838117571156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1341853838117571156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-last-day-of-school-imagine-my.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4817637937422055838</id><published>2009-01-26T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:01:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just did my lashes and Oh My Gosh they are long and amazing hahahahaha. I love having awesome lashes. Next up, some magic to my brows please? Out for visiting now, happy CNY y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4817637937422055838?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4817637937422055838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4817637937422055838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4817637937422055838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4817637937422055838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-did-my-lashes-and-oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4765443587227910497</id><published>2009-01-15T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:08:32.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The biggest issue with me is that I am such a perfectionist (I want the room to be neat, everything much be properly in place) &lt;strong&gt;but I am so lazy! &lt;/strong&gt;I need to clear my room soon anyway. And I neeeeeddddd to catch a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4765443587227910497?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4765443587227910497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4765443587227910497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4765443587227910497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4765443587227910497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/01/biggest-issue-with-me-is-that-i-am-such.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8913267430805240158</id><published>2009-01-07T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:30:32.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need comfort!!! I miss those days when we used to sit in Maria's room, catch movies, and fall asleep. I miss those days!  :( How do I get comfort now other than talking to her online? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8913267430805240158?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8913267430805240158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8913267430805240158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8913267430805240158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8913267430805240158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-comfort-i-miss-those-days-when.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8203583925930851790</id><published>2009-01-04T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:51:52.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch your thoughts, for they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words, for they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions, for they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits, for they become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8203583925930851790?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8203583925930851790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8203583925930851790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8203583925930851790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8203583925930851790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-your-thoughts-for-they-become.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-575273228846587769</id><published>2009-01-02T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:00:40.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year to all! 2008 had been a huge roller coaster ride, I sure hope 2009 will be so much better. I have just one resolution for the new year - and it is to constantly live in the moment. I want to be happy - for a long while, so I will not ponder over the past or worry about the future. The Moment is what counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very special new year day cos it was the first time I actually planned something to do, and tada, we went to Macritchie Reservoir for a walk hahahaha. We went to the treetop walk and boy was it tiring! It wasn't so bad when it happened, but now my muscles are aching so bad. We walked for 3.5 hours and saw TONS of monkeys and 3 monitor lizards. THE LIZARDS WERE HUGE. Maybe 1m long or something. They looked scary and I hateeee them. Ewww. Afterwards we were so shagged we slept and couldn't wake up. One more week until school starts again, oh no! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-575273228846587769?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/575273228846587769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=575273228846587769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/575273228846587769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/575273228846587769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-all-2008-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8134408276982390532</id><published>2008-12-29T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:07:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I think I am feeling a hell lot better after this two days. After christmas eve when I ranted like crap, I am feeling a hell better now. (Yes maria I'm feeling way better). Life isn't the kindest sometimes and I am so thankful for these people around me. They help me keep my sainty and no way am I ever going to trade any of them for ANY SHIT in the world. This year had been a Hell roller-coaster ride, which I kind of hated. I'd take peace anytime over this, but what is life all about anyway? I need to save up money. To travel and have fun. I want to go around! I'm so damn sick of looking at all the work I need to get done by this weekend. Shitty life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8134408276982390532?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8134408276982390532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8134408276982390532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8134408276982390532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8134408276982390532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-i-think-i-am-feeling-hell-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5830393279940346763</id><published>2008-12-20T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:17:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/span&gt;. It was such an awesome show, probably my most favourite of the year. I never expected it to be this good, but it was way beyond my expectations. Take my advice, watch it without knowing anything and be misled by how it flows. The ending will hit you so hard you can't stop crying. The storyline is so captivating and strong I have no idea where I should start talking about it. But be careful, it can appear to be a little slow and draggy for some... For me though, it hits the right spot. Will Smith is the man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5830393279940346763?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5830393279940346763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5830393279940346763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5830393279940346763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5830393279940346763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-finished-watching-seven-pounds.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1906489177553179719</id><published>2008-12-15T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:15:46.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gosh. I took forever to be done settling this damn template. I am so terrible at IT. I am having my holidays now! Am still feeling very sick, I think I am sleeping way too much... He just flew to Macau today and it is really terrible. I am still exhausted. Am I making sense? Maybe not, let me update again soon, and Maria - reply your mail soon. Meanwhile I'll get back to writing in my journal. I miss writing soooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1906489177553179719?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1906489177553179719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1906489177553179719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1906489177553179719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1906489177553179719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7800236707458154071</id><published>2008-11-28T08:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:24:24.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SS85sP5EUsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YfPcznDPFko/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273497121017057986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SS85sP5EUsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YfPcznDPFko/s200/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am.. tired. That is an understatement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had a 4j gathering! I was so happy about it! I mean it felt awkward at first but it was soooo fun after, I miss everybody so much!! I love pehhhh sineeeee! Junjie still can't change, that childish boy hahaha. But it was suchhhh great fun today, definitely one of my happiest days these couple of weeks. And I thought I could sleep last night, since I finished my work early, but nooo, I didn't sleep well. :( Victor is terribly sick, the sickest I've ever seen him and I am frightened. So now I got to head to school, hand in my assignments and head back to bring him to the doctor. BUT, I definitely will catch a movie afterwards when he is asleep. I AM SO HAPPY THE HARD TIME IS OVER!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7800236707458154071?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7800236707458154071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7800236707458154071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7800236707458154071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7800236707458154071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SS85sP5EUsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YfPcznDPFko/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-2941663641581793622</id><published>2008-11-16T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:52:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really really really reluctant to start my work. By really, I mean really. I am not doing my work AT ALL. Does it really matter? I don't know. There's a lot of work to be done but I don't want to do work. :(&lt;br /&gt;I saw chicks hatching yesterday cos I was at the Singapore Discovery Centre! I miss the RV days when we used to go for so many exhibitions every now and then :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2941663641581793622?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2941663641581793622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2941663641581793622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2941663641581793622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2941663641581793622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-really-really-really-reluctant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2681142714843604833</id><published>2008-11-01T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:53:08.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(2 hours later)&lt;br /&gt;I just cleared my contacts on MSN, I deleted over 200 contacts. Now I am happy. No more junk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After all this while, I thought I could let you go. But when I look back again, I still miss you... Sometimes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Armageddon will be showing on channel5 in TEN MINUTES. It is my absolute favourite movie and I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2681142714843604833?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2681142714843604833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2681142714843604833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2681142714843604833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2681142714843604833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-cleared-my-contacts-on-msn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1856738656576984067</id><published>2008-11-01T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:46:37.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maria complains, because I don't update. I'm such a lazy bum that I really can't bother to sometimes. But let me take some time to talk about my life today. I hate how I keep rushing forward without stopping to think about what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the toughest period in my life, period. (Haha) No, really, right now my life is bad, a lot has happened, and I am having my worst period ever. Last Monday, we went exploring at a lot of museums in Singapore. Free entry for everything cos it was a public holiday! It was awesome great fun and I liked it a lotttt a lot. I love the Philatelic Museum the best, I know it sounds like a penis museum (I thought it was when I glanced at the name) but noooo it is not, it is a stamp museum. The biennale at city hall was craphell scary. I don't know how many times I screamed but all I remembered was that my heart kept thumping and it won't stop. Oh wait, my heart is supposed to be thumping. Well it was thumping real fast the whole while I was there then, it was hell scary, they did it on intention to scare people, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then school is hell. I am so busy with all the research to be done that I think I need to sleep in the library soon. I don't like it :( I think I will stay in Singapore to finish up my degree anyway. I can't decide, still. I know it is far away but I need to know what I want to do. I hate being lost and tangled between whether I should leave right after I graduate or stay on. Maybe I'll stay. And leave for good, right after this 4 years. I don't know. I'll let you know once I'm done thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother passed away on Thursday night. I felt sad when I knew about it. I (unfortunately) am not close to her at all. She's my daddy's mum, and she is old. She's 88. She has lung cancer (I think) and wasn't doing so well for a while already. She doesn't know my name, or even recognise me sometimes. But it's cos she has 14 children and each has like 2 child and some of my cousins are even 40+ which means that she has great grandchildren and ... okay it's messy and confusing and I don't know the whole web either. The good thing was that all her children were there when she took her last gasp of air.. I'm happy for her in another sense. At least she's going to meet my grandfather. He passed away when I was 5, and my level of understanding of my grandmother has probably stopped then too. My daddy loves my grandmother a lot, I think that out of all her children, he probably gives her the most. The past few years, lesser of my aunts and uncles turn up to visit her. We used to be there every weekend, which stopped when I was maybe.. 12? Then people completely stop going over. For many years. She was never good at relationships, never good at interacting or talking. In fact, she never talks. She just eats during new year, and she looks sad all the time. I really wished I knew her better, or at least tried to. I can't talk to her at all, cos I never understood cantonese and she can't speak mandarin. But well, it's too late. I just wish she'll go off to be with my grandfather soon. My dad is so brave btw! :] He says he's not so sad my grandmother's gone cos he has done all he can for her and he had shared many fond memories with her, he drives her out every week cos she likes to be out at night, and buys her her favourite siew mai. He did his best, and he's proud of all he has already done all the while. I love my daddy, and I am so damn proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. And.. now I am trying hard to study as hard as I can. The pursue of education is not easy at all. I am not having a good time, and there were so many instances when I wished I chose the easier way out (to stay at SAJC). This is my passion, to be in the field when I can do psychology and work with children, but it is such a long and tiring journey. I keep losing my momentum due to the breaks. But I am also only 18, and I have such a long way ahead. Now, I have really lost sight of how I want to end up at where I want to be, but I'll keep trying to find the way. Where to go next, should I do my masters, should I go into the field of education... I hope I can answer these questions soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, people, hold on. We'll tide through this hard time together and come out earning big buckkksssss! Chanel, burberry, here I come!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1856738656576984067?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1856738656576984067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1856738656576984067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1856738656576984067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1856738656576984067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/11/maria-complains-because-i-dont-update.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4008338617641814065</id><published>2008-08-24T14:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:46:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECqvb6HWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kJjz2ReZxsc/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237970774919880034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECqvb6HWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kJjz2ReZxsc/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECWDMYiMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YJImEzBkGMo/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237970419446220994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECWDMYiMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YJImEzBkGMo/s200/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECJLYRm3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jkgjfCcGOFA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237970198305282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECJLYRm3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jkgjfCcGOFA/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everybody how's life for you? I've been well, thank you very much. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am freaking eighteen years old now, a year older, but still silly and adorable hahaha. I had a great eighteen, it was very very very simple, yet awesomely spent. Thank you to my loved ones, I still love you and I will all my lifeeee! I am extremely broke now because I thought "hey it's august and it's my birthday and i should spend" so i indeed spent and there goes all my cash by the 5th. FIFTH MIND YOU. I am such an asshole sometimes. To sum up, refer to pictures above for happy smiles on birthday, and it is time to catch up on the last basketball match with my demanding boyfriend, like now. (junjie &amp;amp; sinee, time for some cam-whoring for your pictures to be presented here too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s OMG why are the pictures aligned so weirdly! and i need to declare that i love maria and jayne and junjie and sinee and xinying and brenda! love oh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s btw. If you are really bored and need a friend to head out, LET ME KNOW. although i think my boss hates me for taking leave so often, I seriously think I need a break, already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.p.s i forgot what i needed to say, but yeh, i am really happy now :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4008338617641814065?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4008338617641814065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4008338617641814065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4008338617641814065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4008338617641814065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-everybody-hows-life-for-you-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/SLECqvb6HWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kJjz2ReZxsc/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-21718593782569127</id><published>2008-08-10T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:10:39.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY NDP IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means longer weekends, (just half a Sunday of play is totally pathetic), more fun and tons of time to play! Once my papers are over this Friday and next Monday, I WILL TRULY BE HAPPY. GRIN. I need to start revision, send pictures to whoever needs them, and take pictures for selltrade. I am turning 18 in like 2 days time! Make that a day and an hour! Exciting huh. Holidays, and life makes me happy. I like to be smiley and all loving. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have the best bf on world sometimes, Othertimes he's an ass) HEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-21718593782569127?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/21718593782569127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=21718593782569127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/21718593782569127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/21718593782569127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-ndp-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2234445615446274154</id><published>2008-07-27T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:58:15.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Human beings should stop being so self-centered sometimes, it's disgusting. Unfortunately, I am part of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I learn to be strong. For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE WEEK OF SCHOOL, please hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2234445615446274154?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2234445615446274154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2234445615446274154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2234445615446274154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2234445615446274154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/07/human-beings-should-stop-being-so-self.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-3102268684709848613</id><published>2008-07-27T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:24:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be (haven't in the first place anyway) updating much here because it really is pointless. Feels tiring to be updating to this world of blank faces out there, and why is there a need for strangers to read about my life? Whoever once said that 18 years old was a rough patch to go by, I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU! It really is frigging hard, okay dok? I'm caught up in the midst of school, wishing I can move on faster. It really is the mindset RV &amp;amp; netball gave me, "you are made for something better, harder". I am determined to step onto a netball court, soon. By next year at least, this 2 years break of bumming around has been sufficient for that flame to come back. Trying to train for a marathon too, doesn't help now that I feel like a lump of fat (though I really have lost a lot of weight because &lt;em&gt;muscleeessss&lt;/em&gt; are gone) And goodness I will be 18 soon but I totally do not want to be. I still want to be 16, geeky, and failing in school HAHA. But well, whoever has ever said that life will be easy? I have 10 more hours of school next week before it's my holidays. ASK ME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Maria Jayne JJ. You guys rock. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3102268684709848613?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3102268684709848613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3102268684709848613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3102268684709848613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3102268684709848613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wont-be-havent-in-first-place-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-18889622712358283</id><published>2008-07-17T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:57:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so it's early in the morning and I am not feeling any better. But I will battle this feeling and make today a positive day. I've &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; been able to do it, but I will now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I&lt;em&gt;t's amazing how couples can fall in and out of love so easily. Love is a jem, it is not something to be abused, or to be thrown away easily. People used to fight to keep love going, what about now? How many actually still hold on to something so difficult?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute those who can. I did something very wrong last night, I know it's not right, but.. I hope I won't hurt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-18889622712358283?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/18889622712358283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=18889622712358283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/18889622712358283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/18889622712358283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-so-its-early-in-morning-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5140648758878631760</id><published>2008-07-16T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:16:53.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally fucking ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5140648758878631760?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5140648758878631760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5140648758878631760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5140648758878631760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5140648758878631760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-finally-fucking-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2450040812563217791</id><published>2008-06-23T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:42:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;People who do not dare to love, are the ones who are afraid of losing. &lt;/strong&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2450040812563217791?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2450040812563217791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2450040812563217791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2450040812563217791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2450040812563217791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-who-do-not-dare-to-love-are-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4599010680861577304</id><published>2008-06-16T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:38:31.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad met with a car accident yesterday and it was really really terrible. The impact of the hit, I mean. Well he is (pretty) fine, apart from the blood on his head and his 3 fractures in the rib cage. I just saw the pictures of the accident and freak! It is scary hahaha. Now they say he has air in his ribs or sort and they need to remove it so they might need to get it out from through a hole or whatever. He might need to be in the hospital for 4 more days. Sigh, and it all happened on Fathers' Day. My poor daddy. I hope he will be fine soon! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4599010680861577304?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4599010680861577304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4599010680861577304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4599010680861577304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4599010680861577304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dad-met-with-car-accident-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4769766217740336688</id><published>2008-06-13T05:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:48:17.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Like how it is so easy to shut off, it takes much more effort to learn to listen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariawilson mariawilson mariawilson mariawilson will be back in, *counts* 18 hours woohoo! :D Eh yes it is 546am and I am up muahahaha. So busy since ycamp ended and I will still be very busy! Give me some time to myself please? :D No wait, when MW comes back, it will be party time! Goodbye assignments, hello eyebags :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4769766217740336688?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4769766217740336688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4769766217740336688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4769766217740336688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4769766217740336688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-how-it-is-so-easy-to-shut-off-it.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1846861588498360451</id><published>2008-05-30T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:24:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you. For forcing me to give up something I held so close to my heart for 3 solid years.&lt;br /&gt;What do you even know about true passion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1846861588498360451?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1846861588498360451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1846861588498360451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1846861588498360451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1846861588498360451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2774615098104869856</id><published>2008-05-20T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:58:14.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello friends! I am bored with life, and I feel busy. Keyword: feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about the previous entry. I've so many people asking me about this but really, I'm such a rash person I post the worst stuff here. I'm okay. We're okay. Not on the best track, but well, we can still smile and pose for pictures together haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Yesterday was like a super exciting day compared to my usual boring life! Eh. I fainted! Well, not exactly because I had a huge strong man holding me (spell V-i-c-t-o-r) but I really felt like such a weak banana. &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; feeling in the world i swear. Wanted to die okayyyy. I couldn't feel my body and I was blacking out and I had to stay conscious (I don't know why). So I went for a jab and a drip and it was soooo scary at the hospital! But now I am okay :D Weak lah because the jab made me hot and sweaty (sounds wrong) and I can't raise my right arm much. It was a chore changing okay. And tomorrow I must conduct my art lesson already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Ms (weak) Lee" And to think I always call you Weaktor. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2774615098104869856?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2774615098104869856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2774615098104869856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2774615098104869856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2774615098104869856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-friends-i-am-bored-with-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4478118132888984195</id><published>2008-05-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:24:10.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Singlehood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4478118132888984195?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4478118132888984195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4478118132888984195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4478118132888984195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4478118132888984195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-singlehood.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1242323327756414785</id><published>2008-04-09T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:47:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, in case you are curious, I just came back from Thailand. Great time over there though the air was bad and I broke out like mad. Thought I did a lot of shopping but eventually I found out that I didn't but anyway, I was happy with my buys. Attended my first hiphop class last night with jayne and it, was, hilarious. Gosh I really can't coordinate myself! Super super exhausted still, think it's all the sleeping late and shopping over at Thailand, and the recent stuff.... that's causing all this. Today is a very special day, a v v special one. But guess what, I hope I never have to live today all over again. It really is much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I still love the world when I wake up tomorrow..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1242323327756414785?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1242323327756414785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1242323327756414785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1242323327756414785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1242323327756414785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-in-case-you-are-curious-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-6529696587948495227</id><published>2008-03-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:43:27.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's been long enough, and it's been hard enough..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is the time you say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-6529696587948495227?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/6529696587948495227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=6529696587948495227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6529696587948495227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6529696587948495227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-enough-and-its-been-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-9121413610857507457</id><published>2008-03-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:10:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of myself losing control, but there, I lost it again. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-9121413610857507457?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/9121413610857507457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=9121413610857507457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/9121413610857507457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/9121413610857507457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sick-and-tired-of-myself-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7182150715329428403</id><published>2008-03-29T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:17:21.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have two choices in life:&lt;br /&gt;Be weak and constantly be clouded by emotions;&lt;br /&gt;Or, be strong and don't let anything knock you down. Nothing. At. All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'll choose, because now I know what &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7182150715329428403?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7182150715329428403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7182150715329428403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7182150715329428403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7182150715329428403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-have-two-choices-in-life-be-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-3936774132680204550</id><published>2008-03-26T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:43:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll sail around the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many nights of limping around on pagan holidays?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A trail for the devil to erase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am feeling extremely depressed now because as usual, I feel like I am restricting my own potential. (Don't even ask why I never get anything done) I feel like I'm constricting myself, which sucks, because I badly want to head out for something more. Definitely going for dance classes and &lt;em&gt;The Coaching Course&lt;/em&gt; once Jayne is done with her As, but sigh, that is half a year away. I need to go for an overseas trip, maria wilson please? Finally listed out organizations I am familiar with, and can work with, time to sit down for a discussion with dearest Xinying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 months has almost spelt a whole lifetime of Love. Can't run away from the grip of fate, how coincidences happen around every damn corner.  Unfortunately he will be gone for 5 days and yes, being the really emotional person, I had burst into tears a million x today, plus I skipped work. Not that I like working anyway.  We are going to Thailand for a week or so, for a fantastic holiday right after he is back. Just let me know if you want me to get you anything - food, dresses, candies, gum! But meanwhile, I have to struggle through these 5 days. I'm such an awful crybaby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so this pretty much sums up my life for this moment, and I tell you, I am losing weight at an insane rate. I don't know what is causing it, but I am just always so hungry now. Okay, not always, sometimes. And tomorrow I am finally meeting Jayne again. Hahaha I have to be so thankful to all the friends I meet often enough to keep me sane. And I am totally addicted to the Juno soundtracks, just like Victor is. The song above is my current favourite, go listen to them! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3936774132680204550?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3936774132680204550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3936774132680204550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3936774132680204550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3936774132680204550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/elope-with-me-miss-private-and-well.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7945727363233407885</id><published>2008-03-23T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:36:30.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This feels like an update of the movies I've been watching? Oh but we caught Horton and Water Horse and Secret Sunshine and Step Up 2. Yes we went for a mini marathon yesterday and I have a young hip boyfriend now 0:) Horton was super funny and Water Horse made me cry and cry and cry and... Step Up2 was A-W-E-S-O-M-E :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday MariaW I love you so v v much :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7945727363233407885?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7945727363233407885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7945727363233407885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7945727363233407885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7945727363233407885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-feels-like-update-of-movies-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-6967984422845515960</id><published>2008-03-12T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:44:41.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught Juno on saturday! Mama-Mia :D!&lt;br /&gt;I just painted my nails and it was like a big fat disaster. Which explains why I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; need to head out for manicures hahaha. I miss my friends, shouldn't we head out soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-6967984422845515960?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/6967984422845515960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=6967984422845515960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6967984422845515960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6967984422845515960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/caught-juno-on-saturday-mama-mia-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-494689414976715088</id><published>2008-03-02T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:23:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just caught leap years today, it was such a great great show and Li-Lin is so hot. I adore her! Wanted to catch it yesterday but tickets were all sold out so fast so we didn't manage to catch leap years on the special day of a leap year. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God placed us in a jam cos he ran out of peanut butter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-494689414976715088?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/494689414976715088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=494689414976715088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/494689414976715088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/494689414976715088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-just-caught-leap-years-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1172417167209951701</id><published>2008-02-10T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:37:04.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the past week, I watched three movies: away from her, sweeney todd and PS i love you! Awesome shows and I love all three, I love catching movies, except for the fact that I'd get real fidgetty after an hour plus hahaha irritating right! Valentines is coming and I'd be spending it with jayne, I hope you all have an awesome time too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1172417167209951701?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1172417167209951701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1172417167209951701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1172417167209951701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1172417167209951701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/02/over-past-week-i-watched-three-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4053576622961504132</id><published>2008-02-04T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:48:04.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week marks the start of the holidays, sigh. Terribly upset now because the 100$ polaroid I bought is a spoilt one and that ridiculous person refused to refund me but hello, you assured that it's in good condition. But whatever, since $ isn't everything anyway. Just blame it on luck. New year is coming and I am soooo excited, yet so nervous. :( And then Valentines' is coming and I am jittery about it too. Sigh. I feel stressed out, over the smallest and most ridiculous stuff. Hahaha I think I need a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4053576622961504132?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4053576622961504132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4053576622961504132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4053576622961504132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4053576622961504132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-week-marks-start-of-holidays-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7750466741879046110</id><published>2008-01-24T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:27:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the third time treeman went overseas for work and it was a wednesday and was the 23rd and the cab fare back cost 39.90$. oOoooOooo at the numbers of 3 and haha what a coincidence and yes i think i need my nap. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7750466741879046110?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7750466741879046110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7750466741879046110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7750466741879046110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7750466741879046110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-third-time-treeman-went.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-80042869682036406</id><published>2008-01-18T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:15:18.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I've found peace in letting go, let it go. Don't pull me back into pain again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-80042869682036406?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/80042869682036406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=80042869682036406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/80042869682036406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/80042869682036406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-that-ive-found-peace-in-letting-go.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4089284504152693069</id><published>2008-01-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:37:26.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I said goodbye to my Ipod for 25 months and I welcome my new baby Ipod, the Black Nano :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It really is exactly a baby of my black Ipod! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4089284504152693069?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4089284504152693069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4089284504152693069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4089284504152693069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4089284504152693069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-i-said-goodbye-to-my-ipod-for.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4986037249359000667</id><published>2008-01-14T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:09:21.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to be 18 in a while. Not so soon, many more months to go, but I am going to be 18, soon. Life really goes by too fast, it stops for no one. We are all so aware of it, yet we constantly cripple ourselves by looking at it with such little regard. I love life, I appreciate learning, and I look forward to working hard and well. I enjoy the little things I see, and I admire people greatly, people I know who see their dreams so vividly and dare to live it. But sometimes, when I see people who have so little regard for other people, I get disappointed, and I feel sad, because I don't understand, why don't we love our own friends as much as we love strangers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4986037249359000667?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4986037249359000667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4986037249359000667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4986037249359000667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4986037249359000667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-going-to-be-18-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7106943671330603992</id><published>2008-01-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:15:55.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008 is here, and I am really really excited for this year ahead. Many many plans that I have and hope to fulfil, and I pray for happiness and good health for everyone. It is really a waste, when we constantly forsake our happy times over many tiny things. Appreciate, empathise - they can bring you so much joy. I wish for you reading this, my friend, to be happy for this coming year, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a countdown at Esplasnade on New Year's Eve, and our usual sunrise on the 1st. I want this to go on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7106943671330603992?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7106943671330603992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7106943671330603992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7106943671330603992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7106943671330603992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-is-here-and-i-am-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8539802021460867946</id><published>2007-12-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:25:45.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and Christmas was most most most amazing, ever. :]&lt;br /&gt;(I am going to get a house at Clarke Quay! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8539802021460867946?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8539802021460867946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8539802021460867946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8539802021460867946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8539802021460867946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-and-christmas-was-most-most-most.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4019540728052972483</id><published>2007-12-28T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:46:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R3SnP_1fhHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/R-lx2U1FV9I/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148924167266993266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R3SnP_1fhHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/R-lx2U1FV9I/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm drinking tea now and suddenly the whole year is playing like a film in my head.. Everything seems to be so far away now, and it really doesn't feel like a new year is coming. I only realised that Christmas was nearing like a week before the actual day? I feel like such a loser :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year didn't start off so badly. I got into SAJC and was in netball and I was happy, until I realised that I'm really tired about waking up at 430am in the morning, ending training at 10pm, and having victor drive me back at 11pm. It made me so drained, and I disliked the whole curriculum. I felt like it's just a whole ton of studying in such a way that doesn't appeal, and so I backed out after two months or so. And started hanging around Kovan house :D I went into Early Childhood (hey don't laugh!) eventually, met many nice people! Although it was very much like a girls' school. I did 4 jobs within the span of a year - Coffee Bean after Os, Orange Tee with Alina, a full(part)time job during my 2 months break, and this current one because I have too much time to spare. Amazing. And I actually earned almost 2k$ within one half months during that full-time job, which made me feel, like I've really grown up :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year doesn't feel productive in a way I'd really like, although I have gone through quite a bit.. Seeing Maria off to America, meeting up with Jayne so less often due to clashing schedules, losing touch with netballers (cough sylvia, where's the gatherings?), making really good friends like xy shan and brenda, and really getting to experience this world first-hand, when I am out working and in society. It was all a good experience, but if I'm made to think back as to what is really the essence of it all, I really have no reply. Sigh, and I will have school till 3pm on 31st (the last day of the year, just imagine!) and school will end in February. Yes I am getting my 2 months break soon, now ask me again, what do I actually do in school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4019540728052972483?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4019540728052972483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4019540728052972483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4019540728052972483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4019540728052972483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-drinking-tea-now-and-suddenly-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R3SnP_1fhHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/R-lx2U1FV9I/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-5533414297697271922</id><published>2007-12-19T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:49:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something - I've an issue to deal with and I seriously need to do something about it. Because I am really unhappy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5533414297697271922?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5533414297697271922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5533414297697271922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5533414297697271922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5533414297697271922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-something-ive-issue-to-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-6413772774564677731</id><published>2007-12-12T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:10:57.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R1_rO4IxcvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RVD9SL0cL1I/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143087940300272370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R1_rO4IxcvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RVD9SL0cL1I/s200/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I'M TYPING THIS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's been a misery. Why? The weather's been bad and the mood's been down. I really detest such wet days, they drain all my energy. Went for Miss Chew's wedding on Saturday and it was my first church wedding, awfully sweet to see her and her hubby together, but the pastor was well, -_- This feels like another pointless entry, because it's constantly about how bleak and sad life is. Oh and Sunday was V's mummy's birthday and we had a great dinner. Now what? Okay I did my christmas shopping yesterday, partial, but well it makes me happy. I need the holidays, I *need to* feel sane again. Maria called yesterday and we had a greatttt chat. She sang for me ha ha. Today we presented our project, so one more assignment down. But Life Is Stilllllll Bleak. Ah, and because we're both so busy this week and have so little time for each other, I can't wait for this week to be over either. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-6413772774564677731?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/6413772774564677731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=6413772774564677731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6413772774564677731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6413772774564677731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-third-time-im-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R1_rO4IxcvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RVD9SL0cL1I/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-2080185614736433945</id><published>2007-12-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:35:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY AND NOT BE WEAK.&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM DETERMINED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2080185614736433945?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2080185614736433945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2080185614736433945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2080185614736433945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2080185614736433945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-be-able-to-walk-away-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7901184222818584700</id><published>2007-12-04T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:13:40.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to being tired and exhausted, all ooooOoover again. Enchanted was so sweet and funny! We caught it on Friday night. And I caught a really good show - Feet Unbound at Arts House on Saturday. We went to expo for the (really squeezy) computer fair, had dinner with my mummy and granny, and headed back for a late night. Sunday was work - full day, yes what a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be busy! Tomorrow night I'm heading for dinner with the girls (and guys) to where I'm working! Thursday night I'm working, Friday will be a birthday, Saturday will be the children's graduation and Miss Chew's wedding and Sunday will be work and his mummy's birthday! Ohh I can't wait for this week to be over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7901184222818584700?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7901184222818584700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7901184222818584700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7901184222818584700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7901184222818584700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-to-being-tired-and-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8591151837557720675</id><published>2007-11-27T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:45:22.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.. lost my turtle yesterday. Maybe I should be grateful that I lost him in the early days. I started work yesterday, and I was so so exhausted. I reached home at midnight and had only 2 hours of sleep the day before. And victor stayed up to wait, and he headed down to pick me up without letting me know.. Thank you :] We ended up in bed at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am working again. And it's only 8am in the morning now, I'm really really exhausted. But I have to finish up the project quickly. And shan, all of us will be here for you, &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;. Just be a strong 18 year old okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8591151837557720675?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8591151837557720675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8591151837557720675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8591151837557720675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8591151837557720675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-5663814710633534722</id><published>2007-11-23T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:19:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R0Y4eiJIkuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rMulM1hnT1A/s1600-h/fashionx41.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135854522274976482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R0Y4eiJIkuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rMulM1hnT1A/s200/fashionx41.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel .. overwhelmed. Like there is something upon me which is pressing me really hard and making me really upset. We all go through this phase in life - being uncertain, doubtful, unhappy, worried. But, I can't figure how to go about dealing with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dok I'm a really positive and strong person so I will not allow anything to get me down. I can fall, but I will pick myself up again for sure! It's a cycle, we all lean on each other at times, but I will be a pillar again! I guess it takes a lot of strength and courage to constantly stand up, but I will. I just bought Ernie turtle a friend yesterday - another turtle! :] And yes, I will be working again. Relieved I guess, because now I will have something to occupy me rather than doing nothing at home without school. I really hope I get to catch up with my friends soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5663814710633534722?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5663814710633534722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5663814710633534722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5663814710633534722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5663814710633534722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/R0Y4eiJIkuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rMulM1hnT1A/s72-c/fashionx41.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-3936342704774699427</id><published>2007-11-15T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:25:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love symmetry. and colours. and wonderfully bright sunny weekends. i love fleas, dresses, umbrellas. i love smiles, art and children. i love ice cream on a hot day, and warm tea on rainy days. i love rain. oh yes, and my absolute favourite would be my turtle son billy! i pretty much am happy, although life feels dead. and guess what? it's white space next week! (aka NO SCHOOL YAY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3936342704774699427?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3936342704774699427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3936342704774699427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3936342704774699427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3936342704774699427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-symmetry.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2779285064819567221</id><published>2007-11-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:39:50.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week was an awesome week! On Wednesday we caught Game Plan which was awesome stuff! Really great show which I love, Victor was so *inspired* (mind the stars in his head) by it! Thursday was Deepavali, and awesome day because it was a &lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. And we celebrated Jayne's 17th which was.... AWESOME! Then I hung around with Victor in town which was yo yo yo. Friday was Boring, (spell WF) and Saturday we went to Arts House! Which was where we caught the raining tree! That sweet pie bought me a sunflower, my absolute favourite, and I was so embarrassed about having to bring it around. And we watched Stardust! Really awesome show again, and we had a slow Sunday day together. I can live with Fluff for life! *fluffs fluff's hair!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2779285064819567221?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2779285064819567221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2779285064819567221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2779285064819567221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2779285064819567221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-week-was-awesome-week-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-1187461572032040434</id><published>2007-10-29T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:29:13.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got a piece of art assignment and I am really really excited. :D I showered, had quick dinner and went on to drawing, excited! It's been ages since I did art and collage and such and I miss it so much :] Tomorrow I am heading to work with Shan and I am getting my pay next Monday! :D Can't wait, I'm excited happy and feeling fantastic, now if only Fluff Ball can be back early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-1187461572032040434?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/1187461572032040434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=1187461572032040434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1187461572032040434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/1187461572032040434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-got-piece-of-art-assignment-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-6389017654212937224</id><published>2007-10-19T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:07:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been busy busy, buzz buzz like a bee. Victor fell down on Sunday and had to go to hospital that silly boy! School is boring, since it's the first week but well it's the friday now. Feeling really unwell with a bad throat and headaches so I really don't feel so good. Tea makes me shit a damn lot, best way to lose weight say yesssssss! :D&lt;br /&gt;Heading to town in the evening, I miss those times when Maria W and I used to head town to catch a movie, sob like crazy, and drop by for icecream! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-6389017654212937224?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/6389017654212937224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=6389017654212937224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6389017654212937224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/6389017654212937224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-week-has-been-busy-busy-buzz-buzz.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2128428980204436160</id><published>2007-10-14T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:51:17.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really great camp from wednesday-friday, waking up at 1am to play games till 4am, playing amazing race where we emerged first!, acting out a skit at 'campfire' where we emerged first, having the best bunch of people to laugh and fool around with - it's all been a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good, us hanging out with Shan and Junhao, and heading to the KTV all together! Singing like there's no tomorrow, laughing like crazy at Chuck and Larry, having the best green tea frap in the world, hanging around.. Life can be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2128428980204436160?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2128428980204436160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2128428980204436160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2128428980204436160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2128428980204436160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-had-really-great-camp-from-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8252221629955671118</id><published>2007-10-07T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:39:51.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/RwiabhGHwNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pa6vHNsRh8E/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118510774037758162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/RwiabhGHwNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pa6vHNsRh8E/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been long, school's almost starting! Victor's birthday was on 3rd, he's an oldie now, being 26 and 4 years away from the prime age. And I am young and hip, being 4 years from my hip age. Hahaha. We had a simple dinner at his place, and I bought a cake from Swiss Bake. Tiramisu, which is his favourite. And that thing couldn't wake up at the first hour of his birthday, so I ended up saying happy birthday to him in my sub-conscious (aka asleep) state. I got my pay on friday- $1011.50, the most amount of money I've ever gotten from a job (well duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, we went to Valentino for dinner, and they serve reallyyyyy great food, plus is real affordable too! Took a pretty polaroid which he loved (and thanks to Joey!) and simple walk before we took a cab home. We talked a lot, and it was a really, really simple and lovely night. I enjoy nights like this, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And thank you to Jayne &amp;amp; Shan! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8252221629955671118?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8252221629955671118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8252221629955671118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8252221629955671118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8252221629955671118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-long-schools-almost-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/RwiabhGHwNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pa6vHNsRh8E/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-5460273735865313359</id><published>2007-10-03T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:59:13.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happens when you're filled with endless doubt, on whether what you're doing is right or wrong? Or whether you should do something about something unjustified?&lt;br /&gt;(Seek your inner coach!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5460273735865313359?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5460273735865313359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5460273735865313359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5460273735865313359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5460273735865313359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-happens-when-youre-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4080134149520077763</id><published>2007-09-23T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:08:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh oh I'm having Mac for lunch now and I just had fries for supper last night. Vicky would get so upset!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I miss school so badly!!!!!!!! I miss you people! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4080134149520077763?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4080134149520077763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4080134149520077763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4080134149520077763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4080134149520077763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/09/uh-oh-im-having-mac-for-lunch-now-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2087224938624868665</id><published>2007-09-21T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:17:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/RvL-_RGHwMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/M0PDflyiNIo/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112428889893224642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/RvL-_RGHwMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/M0PDflyiNIo/s200/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 21st September.&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, it's our one year today.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up on a marvellous note,&lt;br /&gt;and will be heading to work together in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;My big fluffy bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together Forever, NMW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2087224938624868665?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2087224938624868665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2087224938624868665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2087224938624868665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2087224938624868665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-21st-september.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/RvL-_RGHwMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/M0PDflyiNIo/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-5374607710081294321</id><published>2007-09-16T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:43:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Badly Badly Badly want to get a Fisheye2 but the spree is closed. Whyyyyyyy? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-5374607710081294321?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/5374607710081294321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=5374607710081294321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5374607710081294321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/5374607710081294321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-badly-badly-badly-want-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4771620039787841547</id><published>2007-09-10T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:26:00.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so how's life been? I just got my pay cheque on Friday, my first full-time job for a part-time period. But work sucks, I cried at work on Friday, I feel abused and I am so so tired of it. Thank god for my pillar.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday it was the children's graduation for Gift. A part of me moves on with them, as you move away too..&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with my family after, and on Sunday, with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best boyfriend ever, and it really is impossible to find someone I can love more, or someone who loves me more. I love V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4771620039787841547?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4771620039787841547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4771620039787841547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4771620039787841547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4771620039787841547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-so-hows-life-been-i-just-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7412580717697507067</id><published>2007-09-02T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:40:39.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We headed to City Plaza for Anrold's Fried Chicken today and I tell you it's awesome! It's so sinful yet so yummylicious. I finally touched food with my hands in public, besides a sub of course and I tell you the chicken is best! Time is so precious now because of the work that makes me dead. Hahaha to Maria and Juian's tags, Maria: we're (definitely!) heading anrold's when you come back, i miss you bad, ending work in october so we have plenty to catch up. Juian: yes please, for plenty of yummy food and rest yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to watch tv with Fluff's family, work at 830am tomorrow, ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7412580717697507067?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7412580717697507067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7412580717697507067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7412580717697507067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7412580717697507067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-headed-to-city-plaza-for-anrolds.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4022094042834776081</id><published>2007-08-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:46:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha yes i know i promised that i'll update daily but i just got a job last thursday. i now work from 830am-6pm, for 7$ an hour. it's shit tiring okay, ignore the amount i'm earning. i'm just exhausted and so dying from radiation everyday because i face the computer for so bloody long. but anyway i probably have to stay on, at least i'm getting money, than just staying home all day. i miss my buddies though, yeh you girls. and i'm fine now, headed to the doctor, got a bunch of medication and now i'm on my way to recovery! love you people too much to die. heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4022094042834776081?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4022094042834776081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4022094042834776081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4022094042834776081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4022094042834776081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/hahaha-yes-i-know-i-promised-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7656889247737848099</id><published>2007-08-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:38:08.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we watched Secret, which was a really good show. Very maria-wilson-kind-of-show, hahaha. But nice :]&lt;br /&gt;Today victor ng flew off and I cried. I miss him so much! I'm very sick now, don't really know what's happening and I might have to go hospital tomorrow for a checkup! (My mum says so) Oh well, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7656889247737848099?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7656889247737848099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7656889247737848099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7656889247737848099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7656889247737848099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-we-watched-secret-which-was.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-3302798000729162958</id><published>2007-08-21T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:04:57.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get over the heartbreak but you never really quite forget. And those times when the pangs hit you, it feels like you've got the wind knocked out of you; you try to breathe but all that your body lets in is a dull ache. Your fixation on healing wounds blinds you from how you've been blessed with a greater love, one who attempts to capture all the pain and wrong in the world so that you no longer have to live a dark day. This is a man who knows he has no part to play in changing what has happened, but he will go to the ends of the earth to make sure your eyes will never bleed another tear. And even if they do, he wants to be the one who will hold you close, kiss you on the forehead and chase the boo-boos away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you realize, it's alright to cry. But you don't want to cry with anybody else but him, because even at your lowest of lows, he smiles and says, "I will never leave you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3302798000729162958?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3302798000729162958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3302798000729162958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3302798000729162958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3302798000729162958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-4309445969225402203</id><published>2007-08-21T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T12:27:03.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise daily updates from now on! :]&lt;br /&gt;The other day I just showed fluffy a pushpop, (which he has never seen/eaten before, gasp!) and I giggled because it's such an outrageously adorable candy. Afterwhich I explained the theory of eating it, so I pushed the candy out. And (amazingly) we both burst out laughing because the scene just looks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (really, you can just imagining someone putting the candy in the mouth) Okay so I've kind of decided that my children shall never eat it. I won't, too, I think. Funny people with weird funny ideas for candy. Noon now so it's time for afternoon nap! Then I'll wake up and update my new journal from fluffy! and finally get started to package something to send over to coughmariacough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-4309445969225402203?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/4309445969225402203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=4309445969225402203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4309445969225402203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/4309445969225402203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-promise-daily-updates-from-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-2134459946536193380</id><published>2007-08-20T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:44:38.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rsl-mFfqS1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jJss19qYqKs/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100747245748898642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rsl-mFfqS1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jJss19qYqKs/s200/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rsl-XlfqS0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/SssMfgzUqkM/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100746996640795458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rsl-XlfqS0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/SssMfgzUqkM/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having honey stars for dinner before I head to bed, a big bowl for my daily dose of calcium! Suddenly feeling very exhausted, I miss fluffy, but he's heading for a meeting now before I can see him after. I thought I was going to die in class just now, I coughed so badly. Tsk. So it's official, I'm leading the L-o-s-e-r life now, I wonder what that spells. I realise that we always treat strangers so nicely, but why do we abuse the ones we love? Big fat idiots, and unfortunately I'm part of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy it's 4.5hours to 11months, pat pat! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-2134459946536193380?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/2134459946536193380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=2134459946536193380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2134459946536193380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/2134459946536193380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-having-honey-stars-for-dinner-before.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rsl-mFfqS1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/jJss19qYqKs/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29760746.post-3424804117423360303</id><published>2007-08-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:58:12.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We caught RushHour3 and Rocky Balboa the day before. One made me laugh really loudly and the other just made me cry so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Something really wrong, but thank you so much to you. Words can't express it, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;My last paper in three hours, before it's the boring-life again. &lt;em&gt;I can't wait&lt;/em&gt;(yeh right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3424804117423360303?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3424804117423360303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3424804117423360303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3424804117423360303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3424804117423360303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-caught-rushhour3-and-rocky-balboa.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-8357575636314230512</id><published>2007-08-18T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:40:20.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fireworks yesterday was really good! They're so so pretty and there's even ones shaped in a heart! I love the glittery effect they're so fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;I love baboo :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-8357575636314230512?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/8357575636314230512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=8357575636314230512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8357575636314230512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/8357575636314230512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks-yesterday-was-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-3848746741116784567</id><published>2007-08-17T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:36:22.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>930am! Woo I'm kind of excited about taking the paper later, the last time I took a paper was back in the Os, in cold freezing RV. And haha, it is amazingly raining now. Okay all in all, not much studying done, like what's new? I just read it over and over and over and hopefully it'll be internalized. :D Well I suppose much of it already has been. I'm just super duper excited about the fireworks tonight, will take pictures! If I remember the camera, I'm such a do-do at times. I shall go pack for sleepover tonight! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-3848746741116784567?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/3848746741116784567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=3848746741116784567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3848746741116784567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/3848746741116784567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/930am-woo-im-kind-of-excited-about.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7237271545528448584</id><published>2007-08-16T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:29:10.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies. I hate how it flies. About 23 hours later I'll be taking my first paper and I just finished compiling all the notes this morning. Oh, Shucks. Yes Maria Wilson I miss you plenty too, I'll go slog my guts out and work and earn plenty for next year! (Otherwise I'll just die being a vegetable at home) Wo bu xi huan Zaviar Tay, da zui ba. :( I still can't believe Maria mailed me what she mailed. And I hope Desmy replies soon, I can't figure out Comgateway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, People Do Shit When They're Bored, Ay?&lt;br /&gt;I need to study, after a nap maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29760746-7237271545528448584?l=fast---forward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/feeds/7237271545528448584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29760746&amp;postID=7237271545528448584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7237271545528448584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29760746/posts/default/7237271545528448584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fast---forward.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>x</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-29760746.post-7004556785545078205</id><published>2007-08-13T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:57:47.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr_EIbdICxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rsCcxAtyQ-0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098008952294607634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr_EIbdICxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rsCcxAtyQ-0/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr_Dc7dICtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NBtscxMn_Gs/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098008204970298066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr_Dc7dICtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NBtscxMn_Gs/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr_DULdICsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5D-A1rKLIMY/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098008054646442690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr_DULdICsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5D-A1rKLIMY/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr--57dICWI/AAAAAAAAABw/sq_xlLVnuwg/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yh5Fi6rGSQ/Rr--pLdICVI/AAAAAAAAABo/SAEtiqFTRgQ/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fantastic two-day celebration! :D I told victor that I absolutely wasn't all keen about my birthday this year, partly because seventeen is just a boring ol' in-the-middle-of-nowhere age. But these angels made it good. Victor came down with two cakes he baked on Saturday during Gift, he wanted to surprise me but I busted him! (Just like Maria and Sinee and gang last year! ;D) Wenbo bought me cake after again, and we had a mini celebration at TJ. Then I went (an hour late) to NYNY to meet my Tomodachiz gang! We had great food and out came a cake from the staff hahaha. To esplanade for pictures then I headed to Victor's office to wait. Supposed to be dinner at haji but we went Fish&amp;amp;Co, then to his place. Camwhored a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day we drove back to my place and had lunch. Napped a while before we headed to Royal. The cake was really yummy! Dinner at Yoshida was damn good, tuna belly is really the best! :D:D:D Then back to his place and I had durian mochi! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all I'm really happy! 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