<?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-6376141</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:24:46.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl.  </title><subtitle type='html'>The story of a girl. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-116755883941227742</id><published>2006-12-31T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:53:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-116755883941227742?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/116755883941227742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/116755883941227742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116755883941227742' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110657770402937108</id><published>2005-01-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:24:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Challenging Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Read Shama's paper about wrong metaphors and this was one of the funniest:&lt;br /&gt;"Her vocabulary was as bad as like, whatever." hahaha.. it really cracked me up. And lots of other really funny so called mataphors that people actually write during A levels. Another was something like "he was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something" Another was "&lt;br /&gt;"it hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall." haha..its really interesting to read all that. Its really creative too, i must say. Its really cute la, especially the first one. Like, whatever. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thankie thanks weiyi for today. You sure made me laugh. haha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110657770402937108?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110657770402937108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110657770402937108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657770402937108' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110623427937544200</id><published>2005-01-20T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:17:59.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOT! Guess what? ITS FRIDAY TOMORROW! Whee! The long awaited friday! The one we've been dreaming about for years, is now a finger away. I can almost smell it already. Muahaha. I've been dreaming about it for super long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of myself because i just arranged my gp file =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110623427937544200?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110623427937544200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110623427937544200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623427937544200' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110613239015916919</id><published>2005-01-19T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:59:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greatt. Next week is going to be my super busy week. Drama EVERYDAY. And i really mean EVERYDAY. I need all the strength from my Lord. Well, school has been okay so far, nothing much to catch up because im so lost that there's nothing to catch. But Praise God because i know that i will make it through. It wouldnt be THAT scary right? I just have to deal with the fatigue part. Im getting tired. Everyday. Whenever i get the chance, i'd sleep. I should really stop sleeping so much and stop spending my time on useless things. (like now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i love my sister sooo much! She's such a sweetie pie. So thoughtful, sweet, cute and nice. Ahh.. Aint i fortunate? Life would be so boring without her around. She stood by me through my ups and downs. Though most of the time she didnt know what was going on, but her presence was enough to provide the comfort that i needed. Im really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having headaches really often lately. Its some tension thing, that i read about. So i must be careful not to get myself too stressed up or anything like that. I never had headaches in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i miss everyone, and i wish Cat didnt have to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110613239015916919?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110613239015916919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110613239015916919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110613239015916919' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110596289631672245</id><published>2005-01-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:54:56.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Moreover, if your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault between you and him alone. If he hears you , you have gained your brother. But if he will not hear you, take with you one or two more, that by the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. And if he refuses to hear them, tell it to the church. But if he refuses even to hear the church, &lt;strong&gt;let him be to you like a heathen and a tax collector&lt;/strong&gt;. " Matthew 18:15-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110596289631672245?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110596289631672245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110596289631672245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596289631672245' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110572111014898585</id><published>2005-01-15T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:47:55.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trud just taught me a second part, composed by nat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love oranges&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that durians smell strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my kiwi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came up with my own version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love melissa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that she is so sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love her bright smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110572111014898585?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110572111014898585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110572111014898585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110572111014898585' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110561458490220679</id><published>2005-01-13T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:42:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, i cant believe how sadistic the chinese teacher was today. She COERCED us to sing some stupid chinese song. She seemed so sadistic at that moment. I mean, fine, i can understand that we're learning poems, story writing and stuff, it is related to chinese. But what has singing the old chinese song loudly got to do with this. After all, isnt like playing that stupid song one million times enough? NO, she still had to MAKE us sing it, or she WOULDNT let us go. Its like worse than prisoners of war. Okay, an exaggeration, but its around there. It was so creepy. I could almost imagine her with horns and the tail. shudders. Yes, the screaming teacher. Weiyi, you were so lucky to be absent from the horror. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot calling the kettle black. Really. For a moment i thought you were describing yourself, till i saw the word of course, because you certainly dont have both. How ironic. Yes, your suspicions may be true. haha.. told you i have the brains too right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weekends are coming! Whee! Time seems to fly this week, only for me, i dont know why. haha.. Wanna thank my dear ber for blessing me with the paper thingy. That was really nice of you! haha..you lost your tagboard huh? i couldnt find it.. and im so excited for you! SAMPAN!! I look forward to seeing her brightest widest smile on monday. winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110561458490220679?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110561458490220679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110561458490220679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110561458490220679' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110561315093035838</id><published>2005-01-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:45:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i love bananas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that mangoes are sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love papayas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and never can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis just taught me this song.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110561315093035838?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110561315093035838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110561315093035838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110561315093035838' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110545609563803251</id><published>2005-01-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:08:15.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. it was really pretty funny. but it didnt affect me one bit. i guess i should be sad that it didnt affect me at all, because it shows that i couldnt care less, which shouldnt actually be the case. But really, how about some grammar lessons? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had pe today, and praise God, we only ran 6 rounds. So it was quite okay i guess. I really cant stand chinese. They made us do this 3hour paper, which i left after 1.5hr with lots of blank pages. I really cant be bothered. I hope MOE doesnt remember my name or that horrendous script. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? like for the first time in my life, im actually AHEAD of my tutorials? See, told you im determined to change. haha.. Im still working on how to pay attention during lectures and not start day dreaming. The thing is that my attention span is super short, give me fifteen minutes and my mind will wonder. Shorter sometimes. At least im listening during tutorials, but i think Ms tan (math tutor) finds me a pain in the neck because i seem to be the only one in class who doesnt understand (after explaining 106464034 times). I guess she'd prefer me day dreaming.  She was like "you again,melissa. always dont understand.." Its not really my fault right? Im trying! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you're partially right. Im a bimbo. But you left out one thing, with the brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110545609563803251?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110545609563803251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110545609563803251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545609563803251' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110526758929199941</id><published>2005-01-09T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:46:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this layout.. it speaks volumes.&lt;br /&gt;there's school tmr, and yeah, mon blues.&lt;br /&gt;the days all seem the same.&lt;br /&gt;im missing alot of people and i dont like that feeling. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110526758929199941?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110526758929199941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110526758929199941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110526758929199941' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110511635954615091</id><published>2005-01-08T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:45:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was really tiring today. i nearly fainted because i really cant do this kinda work. I know its for a good cause, but i dont feel for it. As in, it wasnt voluntary at all. if its for something i really feel for and passionate about, i wouldnt mind. But this was like, i was being coerced to do it. And as you all know, i hate being forced to do things. I hate being tortured. The student council was... i shall not say.  So i really didnt enjoy it at all. and i was trying my best not to complain about it. i shall be nice and spare everyone's ears. or in this case, eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha.. i got my weapon today. that is probably the happiest thing that has happened today. Im so glad its friday already. i really really really love fridays. Away from everything else. i found my pure joy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, joey,chris,josiah are really nice.. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110511635954615091?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110511635954615091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110511635954615091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511635954615091' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110507976385913544</id><published>2005-01-07T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:27:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew maths can really be applied into real life situations till we went through this question during math lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: In a school of 1000 students, a rumour is started by two people. The rate at which the rumour spreads through the school is proportional to the number of people who know the rumour times the number of people who do not know the rumour. If t is measured in days and the constant of proportionality is 1/250,&lt;br /&gt;a)Find x, the number of people who know the rumour, as a function of time&lt;br /&gt;b)When will half the population know the rumour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. how applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people like talking about things which are not true? weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110507976385913544?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110507976385913544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110507976385913544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110507976385913544' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110500763318494592</id><published>2005-01-06T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:33:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee. Four days into school. Its pretty bad. Have been trying to finish all my holiday assignments. Im about 80% done now. Praise God, because He really multiplied my time. I mean, whoever thought i would finish 2 gp essays, 2 econs essays and one drq in like 5hours with lots of breaks in between? haha.. I didnt regret not doing them in the holidays because i really wanted to enjoy myself to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; haha.. okay, everyone's pretty much the same. Nobody changed, im still as pretty and Usha is still as irritating. Seriously, she made a big fuss out of newspapers today. I cant stand it. She just doesnt wanna teach and she's obviously wasting time because she probably didnt prepare her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;blah blah blah..I've done my part..."&lt;/em&gt; i wanted to laugh when she said that. HAH. Doing her part? Holding our commentaries for half a year and return them unmarked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"blah blah.. i wouldnt tell you guys stories next time..."&lt;/em&gt; Oh please.. We never wanted to hear them, we thought it was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's being the most fantastic teacher in the world and she has like done ALOT for us, but seriously, she doesnt even mark our work. Like how lazy can she get. I thank God for His grace. With a teacher like this, how did i ever managed to even pass GP? Praise God, He really performs alot of miracles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get all the lousy teachers, really. The good one is probably our math teacher, who is totally NOT approachable because she expects you to know like EVERYTHING. How am i gonna survive this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate chinese because they are blackmailing us to go for chinese lessons and i hate people threatening me. It's really really a waste of time. Its not even included in A levels for goodness sake. Lessons? It's just wrong. (And i realized that weiyi is in the same LT as me for chinese, which makes it even worse..) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have been really grumpy, whiney and all, this whole week, because there are just too many things to feel grumpy about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, weiyi got himself a new wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's something to be happy about. There are no lessons tmr. We are going to be collecting newspapers around amk. Gonna get to interact with the J1s. That'd be interesting. J2..haha.. that seemed too fast, and a little too old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss the xxonites. Wonder how they are all doing.. haha.. dot, please remember my weapon on friday. Grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110500763318494592?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110500763318494592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110500763318494592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110500763318494592' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110466203911349809</id><published>2005-01-02T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:33:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brr. Dont you just love the weather? Super cold. I'd hate it when the hot season comes. haha.. Well, went for service today at eight, and that's VERY early. Im glad i made it though i slpt pretty late. haha.. Its gonna be like this from now on i suppose. Anyway, it was really funny at northpoint because we had many 'magicians' around, with lots of tricks up their sleeves. It was lame, but really funny. I was prompted to ask chris about his service in church, and im glad i did, because he's now looking into where he can serve in church, praise the Lord. I bought socks today. Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i cant believe school is starting tomorrow. It's gonna be living hell because i havent done a single assignment. AND i'd have to see weiyi EVERYDAY, which is such a nightmare, because he'd be trying to convince me that his hair(wig) is real, and perhaps he'd be late, because he cant find his wigs or something..haha..And i know he'd try to deny. Seriously, i saw him putting super glue on his hair. Im sure joey can vouch for that. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sean and weiyi, please dont give dot nightmares by sending your horrid voices to her okay..and i know its not a distorted version, its your real voices right? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110466203911349809?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110466203911349809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110466203911349809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466203911349809' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110459321348042106</id><published>2005-01-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:26:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep. Just came back from Chris house. Had bbq. Nice satay. Ping was so nice cos she helped me peel the prawns (though she didnt wash her hands..haha..) Yum..Haha.. as usual chris is a great host (though im still not speaking to him. dont ask why.) haha.. watched i robot and it was pretty nice, though there was some obstruction in front of us (which im sure dot will share the same sentiments). haha.. but yeah, it was enjoyable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110459321348042106?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110459321348042106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110459321348042106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110459321348042106' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110455764630460325</id><published>2005-01-01T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T13:34:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, im gonna blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my first 2005 entry]&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year! &lt;br /&gt;Well, its a brand new year, lots of things to start afresh. This year is pretty much gonna be tough for me, and i hope God's joy will always be my strength. 2004 has been really good. Many ups, downs, lefts, rights. God has blessed me tremendously far more than what i can imagine. I've met many new people. I've got to know more people in Xxon. I've met people whom i love, people whom i grew to love, and people whom i am still trying my best to love. Hopefully this year i would be able to love everyone. haha.. Im just so thankful for everything my Lord has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sing of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your greatness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will speak of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will tell of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your wonderous love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110455764630460325?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110455764630460325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110455764630460325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110455764630460325' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110226207349246547</id><published>2004-12-05T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:07:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished the sigh language thingy today. Complete closure. Come to think of it, perhaps it was still enjoyable. I learnt to love the aunties i suppose. Besides, so many funny things happened. haha.. Plus I think it was a really good experience too. I watched guys with only one leg dance ballet, a blind boy playing the piano, girls who are deaf dancing together with the music etc. It was beautiful. Sometimes we really take simple things we have for granted. Like being able to wear a pair of shoes. I love to perform and be on stage too, so this whole experience was pretty good in the end. But whenever i see bao now, i think i'd be super scared, because i would think of the disgusting baos i ate. Or when i see vegetarian food, i think i'd rather starve myself to death. That was a pretty bad experience. haha.. Nevertheless im glad its over at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to youth camp tomorrow. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110226207349246547?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110226207349246547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110226207349246547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226207349246547' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110204268124881513</id><published>2004-12-03T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T10:58:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im really happy but im not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110204268124881513?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110204268124881513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110204268124881513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110204268124881513' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110178874099484825</id><published>2004-11-30T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:25:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. update. i've been wanting to update for a long time, but i really dont know what to say. I mean, talking about what happened in the day seems kinda pointless now, and i dont want to talk about anything beyond what happens in the day either. But due to the high demand, i have to blog something to satisfy my fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things have been pretty much normal. havent touched any single work. So much for working hard. i should procrastinate less man.. Have been trying to put up with the sign language thingy (yes, ber, ks, ling ling etc.) I went for it in the end, with florence, jia ning, shara etc. Its really bad. First they try to poison us with weird food. like &lt;em&gt;organic man tou&lt;/em&gt;?  Whoever heard about that before? Maybe im just dense, but it tastes awful. But that's not the worst. How about sandwiches with weird vegetables and malnutritioned bean sprouts? Ew. I suspect its the plants outside the building. Next, i hate to try to tolerate those &lt;em&gt;aunties&lt;/em&gt;. There is the irritating aunty, overly enthu aunty, the die-also-must-be-the-one-carrying-the-umbrella aunty, act cute aunty, naggy aunty, fussy aunty etc. Some of them just really get on our nerves. this aunty said that melissa is really hard to pronounce and she told me to have like some other name that is easier to pronounce. roll eyes. But i must be loving. I will try to love everyone with the love of Christ.  I think i deserve at least a hundred hours for this. The performance is at kallang theatre on fri, sat and sun. So im missing cell, but im hoping that i wouldnt miss sunday service. Then good bye to them. Did i mention that this aunty tried to get my number? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish i were the one instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110178874099484825?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110178874099484825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110178874099484825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110178874099484825' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110095412382748165</id><published>2004-11-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:35:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Did You rise the sun for me?&lt;br /&gt;Or paint a million stars that I might&lt;br /&gt;Know Your majesty?&lt;br /&gt;Is Your voice upon the wind?&lt;br /&gt;Is everything I've known marked&lt;br /&gt;With my maker's fingerprints?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe on me&lt;br /&gt;Let me see Your face&lt;br /&gt;Ever I will seek You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all You are, is all I want, always&lt;br /&gt;Draw me close in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I wanna be with You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I feel You in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Abandon all I am to have You&lt;br /&gt;Capture me again&lt;br /&gt;Let the earth resound with praise&lt;br /&gt;Can You hear as all creation lives&lt;br /&gt;To glorify one name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110095412382748165?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110095412382748165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110095412382748165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110095412382748165' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110095319919077614</id><published>2004-11-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:24:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe you should quit trying so hard to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110095319919077614?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110095319919077614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110095319919077614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110095319919077614' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110078887966080420</id><published>2004-11-18T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:44:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the line is drawn. leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110078887966080420?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110078887966080420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110078887966080420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078887966080420' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110044050990240644</id><published>2004-11-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T21:55:09.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Left a trail of disappointment on my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110044050990240644?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110044050990240644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110044050990240644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044050990240644' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-110042945200153233</id><published>2004-11-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T18:50:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiye guys! Alright, im gonna update now. Actually i was pretty lazy to blog because i have been pretty busy for this whole week, but seeing that i have ardent fans who are really eager to know what's going on in my wonderful life, i will have to blog. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty good. (nightmares aside) Well, it has been a week of nightmares. Everytime i sleep, morning, noon or night, i will have nightmares. My nightmares ranges from having my best friend to be haunted by evil spirits to running away from people, supposedly armed soldiers. Its really scary i tell you, which probably explains why im really tired this whole week, because i havent really slept much. Poor  me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched cellular on Monday with dot,joey,josiah,sean,steph,yk and elijah. it was really good. Its like every single moment was full of suspense. I enjoyed it tremendously. Its quite a weird combination of people going out because its like my ex classmates plus church mates. haha, but you know, being so overwhelmingly popular, in order to satisfy everyone, i have to make myself available to all, we all went out together. haha..im glad everyone still enjoyed themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to chill at coffee bean after that, and somehow my mocha tastes really weird. Salty. I had this strong urge to shit alot after that. I decided to forgive the person at coffee bean because i figured how freaked out he would have been already, after seeing joe's face.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this cdp thingy in school on tues. I do appreciate that students have kinda planned alot for these activities. But i seriously think its a waste of time. Its just boring to me la. Cant seem to resurrect that same feeling in 4h last time, especially during our sec3 adventure camp, that kind of feeling that will sustain you no matter how boring or stupid the games are. Im sure many 4hummies miss the class.. But argh. I might not be able to go for the chalet. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying that i dont like my class now, but they are just not so spontaneous you know. So i get really bored with i have to play games with my class. Boringg. The worst part was that it lasted from 9am to 6pm. And i was so tired because i didnt sleep well. Yes, nightmare again. So cdp was pure toture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'the forgotten' on thurs with pj (whee! it's been a realllyyyy long time since we met! lurrvee you, girl! beams),weichang, sean, weiyi, josiah, joey and joel. The movie was good too. Im really glad we watched that instead of dollmaster. Im kinda sick of horror movies already. hee.. wc and pj left after the show and the rest of us went to eat at paragon. Erm, no, its not some good food. we had instant noodles. Its supper anyway, so its okay. haha.. But i was really full after the instant noodles that i could feel the vomit coming out throughout my journey home. We had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On fri, i had this stupid math remedial. Four more marks. If i had gotten four more marks for my math, i wouldnt need to go through this torture. The thing is, the student tutors around are really useless. Seriously. They didnt even like prepare the answers, and there they are getting cip hours for this. Sheesh. Its like of no help at all, and for three hours? That's like way off my attention span. I seriously spent one hour staring at the clock doing nothing. No kidding. No exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out after that, had a stop at the library. I borrowed this really good book. When i was standing in front of the shelves of christian books, i prayed that God will bring me to a book that He wants me to read. And He did. God is so amazing. The book that he prompted me to read, is just so real to me that when i was reading the book, i wanted to cry. God really sees this struggle that i have been going through since young. I was really so touched that i really wanted to cry. I could only marvel at how amazing God is. Went for cell after that, we had loads of food! Yipee! Went to bk after that, stole some food, and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dot's house on sat. I wanted to go help with the deco, but i knew too many cooks will spoil the broth, so.. ya, excuses la, but seriously i was really tired because i didnt sleep well again. Yes, nightmare. I didnt go for choir either, because no one was going, and i didnt know where to go and what to do and all that, so i decided not to go too. Which explains why i ended up at dot's house in late afternoon. I was supposed to like do some math or something. But i ended up reading. And we ended up playing some games and i was trying out some really erm, cool stuff with the dumbells. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today. We had church family day at Sembawang park today. It was more boring that what i expected la. Initially it was just boring. After it began to rain, it was super duper extremely you-will-never-believe-it boring. I mean, how exciting can it get if you have to stand under the tents on muddy grounds with no place to seat for like hours? You get the picture. It killed my feet. God bless my flat feet. I was so relieved when the rain stopped. I didnt do much, but the place exhausted me. Went to sun plaza (err...) with dot, sam and joe after that. Kunfu and joel came to meet us shortly after. Basically we sat in front of some stall where joel was embarassing us. haha..but nvm, it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about my whole week. I think its pretty detailed already. I hope i have satisfied all my dear ardent readers/fans. haha.. :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-110042945200153233?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110042945200153233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/110042945200153233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110042945200153233' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109983447555849143</id><published>2004-11-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:34:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One hundred and seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the number of math questions i have to do. Why on earth did i have to fail my math? Greattt. We are talking about questions with lots of parts over here. And that's one subject. Aye. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dead beat now. Really tired.. Had a looong day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna say that i love sharon..Alot. She probably wldnt be reading this, but yeah, i really thank God for you, girl. We'd be best friends for a decade next year! I really appreciate you. Like you would eat macs just to get me the hello kitty-after i casually mentioned about it, and never fail to help me whenever i need your help and so much so much more. Come to think of it, we went through so much together..You're one of the super big blessing God has blessed me with..  lurrveeeeeee ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109983447555849143?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109983447555849143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109983447555849143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983447555849143' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109975115410738099</id><published>2004-11-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:27:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee! Im kinda but not so really totally free now.. Though i still have a zillion school related activities this holidays, but it doesnt matter, the main stuff for this year is over! Alright! Countdown to one more year. haha.. I feel lazy but i think i should get down with some serious revision during this holidays.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, went to the old folks place on friday, and we screened a movie.. walked with my friends all the way back home after that..It was a loooong walk, but the weather was really cool and i think the walk was enjoyable.. Oh, and im glad bush won! I played this really interesting game today.. But i got stuck in the second round..Sheesh. Its really challenging! zZzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every sun and moon and star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all declaring who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we fall silent in amazement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every word who and deep of man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every sea and grain of sandall creation speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sand now we sing to proclaim your majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;et the earth rejoice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;singing with one voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the people cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy holy lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every creature sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;praises to the King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all creation cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy is the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy is the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every song sung on the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will never capture all your worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we fail silent in amazement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let every humble heart now see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beauty of your majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all creation speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sand now we sing to the King above all kings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109975115410738099?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109975115410738099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109975115410738099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975115410738099' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109957765454051283</id><published>2004-11-04T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:14:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aye. Chinese tomorrow. I hope i pass. Not exactly expecting much, because i cant really say that i really studied (meaning i did, but not to a large extent). Yes. I just have to pass. Argh. Im still sick. I've a different voice now.. Joey, i hope it rains tomorrow. muahahaha.. okay, just kidding.. (im trying to make you famous by putting your name up here, instead of being infamous all the time..) haha.. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope the locker area is opened tomorrow. My poor cold pitiful abandoned pencil case is in there. Ahh, im such an awful owner :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  colour="FFFFFF" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miss you. So much.. sigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109957765454051283?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109957765454051283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109957765454051283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109957765454051283' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109948933983678415</id><published>2004-11-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:58:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahem. Let me now declare, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROJECT WORK IS OVER!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished. Over and done with. Gone. Good bye. Zai jian. &lt;br /&gt;I dont have to tolerate anymore nonsense. I dont have to try to keep my cool, bite my lips, clench my fists and try to speak in a super calm manner. Most importantly, i dont have to talk to people i do not wish to speak too. Haha.. Whatever it is, im glad super glad. Really. Seriously, communicating with people you really dont want to is pure torture. God has really put me through great trials. I see my patience level increasing drastically. I predict that i will be able to work with anyone from today onwards, because i believe i have already seen one of the worst, if not the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Charmine, justin, kelvin and eugene today. Watched 'The grudge'. The same old kind of horror flick. Borringgggg. I dont think i will watch anymore horror movies. I get reverse reactions. I think its funny. And super boring because you can predict everything. I just dont get it why the 'ghost' must always be a female. Is this some kind of sexist thing? And why the long hair all the time? Why not a bald male or something. How creative can they get. It's always the straight messy long hair girl with big (sometimes bloody)eyes, and they have really good arm muscles because i dont know why they love to crawl so much, especially down the stairs. Horror movies are borrringg. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109948933983678415?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109948933983678415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109948933983678415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109948933983678415' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109940384028347251</id><published>2004-11-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:57:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tml is the day. The end of horrors. I no longer have to be mad about this and that anymore. I dont have to be irritated. I see a glimmer of light in the days ahead, i will be walking out of the tormenting clutches of trauma. Good bye horrid days. Okay, that is an exaggeration, but i kinda feel that way. Tml will mark the end of my pw. Gosh, its like too good to be true. Cant imagine how overwhelmed with joy i'd be after tomorrow. I hope things will turn out great tomorrow, have a wonderful presentation, hand in our gpf, nothing will crop up. Yes, i told the Lord that i'd leave pw into his hands long time ago, when i realized i couldnt handle it with my own abilities. Seriously, to reach this stage of pw and still remain alive is already a miracle itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in church today :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109940384028347251?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109940384028347251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109940384028347251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940384028347251' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109923302339370322</id><published>2004-10-31T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:30:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had diarrhoea today. See, something new to torment my body everyday. Next thing you know, i'd probably have six more months to live or something. My cough is so bad now. Its like i want to cough every single second, but im just trying to compress my coughs, and you know how awful that is. But i cant cough 24/7 right? My throat will burst. There's this burning sensation already. Argh. But i wanna thank God for everyone who cared. Thanks guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my appointment is tml. I hope my eyes will be alright. I stopped using the eye drops because they make my eye swell. I hope i made the right decision. My eye feels much better now. I'd be healed in Jesus name! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all who are taking their 'O's and 'A's.. Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh..it'd be my turn again next year. 'A's, the horror. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and someone kept sending me funny sms'es today. I suspect its one of the younger boys. Wait till i find out who the person is. HmmpH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. My cough. Its killing me. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 1000001% of J1's in Singapore who hates pw, congrats! Few more days to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109923302339370322?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109923302339370322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109923302339370322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923302339370322' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109914527201817048</id><published>2004-10-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T22:07:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought, what could be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plenty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is totally killing me right now. &lt;em&gt;Totally. &lt;/em&gt; Its like lots of angular shaped sand embedded in your throat and your saliva is eroding them away ferociously. The pain is just, haunting me. Woke up with a swollen eye today too. Sheesh. What could be worse? &lt;em&gt;Plenty. &lt;/em&gt; My health really took a bad turn this year. I didnt fall sick at all last year, but this year, Hah. I think my body is sending 'welcome' signals to all the viruses out there. Perhaps i didnt get enough rest. I fell sick more than five times this year. Congradulations. Spare me from the agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my homework? Its crazy. I have like 100 math questions to do, no kidding. They seriously think i have one year of holiday. When i saw the stack of work i had, i bid holidays good bye. Nevermind. Just one more year. I shant complain. Its just one holiday anyway. Next year? I'd play all i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dot: thanks.. haha..this time its a different eye problem, but yeah, its still an eye problem. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jO: Hey girl! thanks.. How are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber: i understood that you were trying to highlight the importance and how serious the matter is.. so its okay.. though you scared me out of my wits..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mElz: waves! You have glasses too? You wear contacts? didnt see you in glasses before.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wc: Yo! Thanks.. yah..its really irritating.. &gt;&lt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109914527201817048?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109914527201817048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109914527201817048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109914527201817048' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109895058072340793</id><published>2004-10-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:03:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from the hospital.. My cornea is inflammed, the eyesight worsened a little and im currently under observation, have to go back again on Monday. Yep, and im supposed to like call the hospital anytime im not feeling too good..and drop the eyedrops given every two hours. I hope it will all be fine.. I really had a very good scare. The amount of panic i had, i cant describe with words. When Ber told me that her friend was actually hospitalized for some eye infections and she couldnt wear contacts for like the rest of her life..I cried out to jesus, till my whimpering simmered to silence and i fell asleep. No contacts till further notice.. I love my glasses, but i think everyone else cant share my passion for that red pair of glasses..so more laughing and teasing for me..Greattt. But that's the last thing on my mind. I just hope it will be okay again.. the doctor put this thing into my eye, and it really hurts like crazy.. Its like your whole eyeball is on fire and its falling out.. I wanted to scream. But it feels so much better now.. More comfortable.. Erm..look on the brighter side, i really love the eye drop bottle, its translucent pink and blue..so nicee! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saved my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. the powerpuff version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big thank you to all who kept me in prayers.. :) please continue with them..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109895058072340793?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109895058072340793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109895058072340793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895058072340793' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109867969249558350</id><published>2004-10-25T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:48:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh..Its econs lecture now, but im in the free access lab again.. with Shin ling and estelle (again) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a note from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estelle: friendster is SUPER laggy!!! arrgh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shin ling: im a pretti gerl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle is so kia-su. She's turning on all the computers in the lab now. Eww.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we have nothing to do that's why.. Our reason for not going for econs is that its too cold in the audi. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sleepyyy..  im having cramps now.. oh, im supposed to be fainting now..so that we can explain to the teacher later.. if she finds out. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone changed the keys of this keyboard..funny why people want to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contacts are making my eyes hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109867969249558350?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109867969249558350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109867969249558350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867969249558350' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109861040499879055</id><published>2004-10-24T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:33:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crushed flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Anchored.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Hard ice.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Clenched red.&lt;br /&gt;Stretched pastures.&lt;br /&gt;Blood river.&lt;br /&gt;Obliviousness.&lt;br /&gt;Outreached.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109861040499879055?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109861040499879055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109861040499879055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109861040499879055' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109823885582193313</id><published>2004-10-20T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:59:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the free access lab now. I skipped Chem lecture. Cos its too cold. Haha.. I was freezing in the econs lecture just now. My brain practically froze. Shin Ling and Estelle are beside me now. Basically the three of us have nothing to do, but we just wanna skip lecture so we are trying to occupy ourselves. (all of us failed our chem by the way) haha.. Im bored. One and a half week more till school's over. Pw and Chinese. Sigh. Cant wait for them to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109823885582193313?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109823885582193313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109823885582193313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109823885582193313' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109819681196423175</id><published>2004-10-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:40:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I skipped Chinese today. Its too long for me to handle. Have been doing alot of sneaking out of school and skipping lessons recently. You should really try it sometime. It's really thrilling, trying to tip toe pass the general office without getting caught by the OM. Or trying to plan the shortest possible route out of the school. Or waiting for the OM to be busy. I think the OM probably has the easiest job in school. From my observations, he seems to sit there all day long in his office doing nothing, but perhaps fixing his eyes at the foyer catching us innocent kids. haha.. He has SO much free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to watch Wimbledon today. Pretty good. i think Cathay's seats are way more comfortable than that of GV. GV seats are horrible. Your bottom hurts after sitting for too long and its way to hard. Cathay's seats are really comfortable. You can just sit there forever, even if you are sitting right at the front. We saw people from 26, and i suppose they skipped chinese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109819681196423175?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109819681196423175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109819681196423175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109819681196423175' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109810615132043236</id><published>2004-10-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:29:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DYING need not be boring any more. In fact, it can be a statement as you go out in your unique style.Take your pick of coffins at an exhibition that opened in Berlin, Germany, yesterday. They come shaped like a fish, a giant onion and even a Mercedes saloon.Also on show are chic black-lacquered and gold-encrusted caskets by German and Italian designers alongside the novelty shaped coffins created by the African artist Kane Kwei. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. Save the giant onion one for me. Sheesh. I think im gonna need one of those. Soon enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i didnt go to school today, because i didnt felt like going. My eyes lids felt heavier that those sumo wrestlers when i woke up, and my head felt so airy (no, my head is NOT 24/7 airy!) So i declared a holiday myself. Conformity. Shouldnt give in to that. I guess i was tired, since i didnt really sleep well i suppose. My eyes hurt. But i got sufficient rest today. Praise the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did pw at home today. Did like almost all the slides. Alone. I dont mind anyway, since im so used to it. And i rather work alone then to work with my members. Its pretty much the same anyway, since they dont really contribute. But its okay, i feel more secure doing it with Jesus. Anyway, played board games with my sister today. It's her birthday today! She's weird. She doesnt want a birthday cake. I love birthday cakes! How can anyone not want to have one? I cant figure that out. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, just wanna wish my sister a very happy 12th birthday! muack! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109810615132043236?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109810615132043236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109810615132043236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109810615132043236' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109806792127451888</id><published>2004-10-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:52:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>White chicks was pretty good. Watched exorcist too. It wasnt really that scary or horrifying. It's only a little freaky i suppose. Perhaps i have a high threshold for horror flicks. I like Chris' house. The screen is so cool. And i love the dinning area. And all the coke collectors' items. Or the decorative items. It's a cosy place. Think Chris was a really good host. I feel kinda bad that he has been made busy by all of our 'demands'. haha.. Had dinner at cafe cartel. It was pretty good. Think Gab (the new one) is such a nice guy la. At least he was willing to walk me and dot to our bus stop. Not to mention Joel, who suddenly seemed a few years older when he said that we should all go together. haha.. Today was good. I love days like this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109806792127451888?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109806792127451888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109806792127451888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806792127451888' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109775884129348066</id><published>2004-10-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:15:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The workshop was really interesting! I must say i learnt quite alot. How to deal with men and how they think. Hmm. Not only that but many other things too! I really look up to the lady. She has my respect. I have no idea how she can change the positions of her feet so naturally as she speaks. Seven years, she said, to master it. Wow. Now i see. It takes quite alot to marry a rich husband. Not that i really want to. Its one workshop which i felt ended too fast. They should have held it like one whole day. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw that sean today. As usual, sneaking up on me, tailing me everywhere. Sigh. Sean, stop following me everywhere i go can? its an invasion of my privacy, seriously. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to many books to read. But im not complaining. haha.. Truddy lent me 'boy meets girl' today. A christian book about relationships, courtship and stuff. She said she was debating over 'i kissed dating goodbye' and 'boy meets girl' and decided that i would like the latter. Such a sweetie. Ber made chocolates today, and gave me the bulk of it. It was scrumptious! Truddy said that she'd make for me next time too. Truddy is bringing home made cheesecake on Mon! So if im getting horizontally challenged, you'd know why. I cant help it. Im so truly blessed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel different today. I dont wanna say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109775884129348066?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109775884129348066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109775884129348066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775884129348066' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109767159920958774</id><published>2004-10-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:47:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So anyway, this special person appeared online and asked for my number. My heart was racing furiously. It was a feeling i've never felt before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's weiping. Stop flirting with me, weiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109767159920958774?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109767159920958774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109767159920958774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767159920958774' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109767044083965757</id><published>2004-10-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:27:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, im really totally drained today. Can feel the energy in me fusing out like steam. So now i understand what the four day rest was for. To prepare you for the kill. Which is today, tomorrow, and probably the rest of this year.  Crap. So many things to do. I hate drama. First, ms wong said that drama will be closed till next year. So i made plans. Then, she said we'd have rehearsals in december. Hey, that's not fair. We're not exactly at your beck and call you know. That's like totally unreasonable. Blah. No way im gonna give up youth camp or the other commitments that ive made. I hate drama. It always stops me from doing the things i really wanna do. First, it was cell, nearly church camp, followed by schoolwork, then now it wants my holidays. Sheesh. Im getting sick and tired of drama. Or ms wong. Whatever. Passion? Dont talk to me about passion. Too much of anything kills. Drama sickens me. Just like pw. (eugene, are you reading this? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pw went on fine today. At least, it was more constructive. Though i still had to prompt them into discussions and stuff. But it was good. This is what happens when you pray. God listens, and he answers. Yep. And guess what? I passed my chinese! Whee! You know, i really passed by God's grace and mercy. I failed both paper one and paper two. Badly. Its like when i add my paper one AND two, i've only got like 77, which is an F. But Praise the Lord! Somehow, God's magical touch, i managed to get C5 in the end. Yep. God is working miracles in my life. Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the open house facilitators meeting. It was kinda fun. I mean, its things like this, i really wanna do besides drama. I wanna join other activities, but apparently drama forbids that. GRR. Anyway, we danced mambo again. I was hoping to dance with a girl, but no such luck, so nevermind. Enjoyed myself anyway. I think the oratorical society president is one mr charisma. Anyway, tidied up the drama board and made some stuff for the open house after that. So it was all the way till about seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bert, thanks for understanding. Seems so super long since we've last talked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109767044083965757?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109767044083965757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109767044083965757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767044083965757' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109750677765938830</id><published>2004-10-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:59:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched the exorcist with &lt;s&gt;three morons&lt;/s&gt; weiyi, weichang and sean. It wasnt as scary as what i expected, in fact it wasnt really scary.. just shocking, like say something jumps out all of a sudden. I was like more bothered that tt my things would drop out from my bag because that &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; sean refused to give me my bag. haha.. weiyi and i cldnt help cracking up during the so called climax, i believe. Its really funny. The women was like running worse than a duck. Sean said that it looks like the nike advertisement. haha..So it shows how 'scary' it was. Its such a pity la. Whenever i watch horror flicks, it will always turn out to be the un horrifying. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i really enjoyed myself today.(stomach ache not included) It was really funny. I feel quite bad that we didnt watch resident evil in the end..(its wy's fault. really..) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109750677765938830?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109750677765938830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109750677765938830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750677765938830' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109740381284903007</id><published>2004-10-10T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:24:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im gonna bury myself in novels. Man..dont i love reading.. xt says im funny, an extrovert with introvert habits. haha.. Really tired now, i couldnt sleep last night. That's what caffeine can do to people. Had breeks the other day. It wasnt that great, but i enjoyed myself anyway. Haha.. it feels good not having to go to school for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all.. zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109740381284903007?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109740381284903007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109740381284903007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109740381284903007' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109705545535995607</id><published>2004-10-06T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:34:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Lord, take me to a place far away... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was so freaking hard. Yah, im totally screwed. I didnt know how to do at least 35 marks. Blank. I had no idea at all. Its so infuriating because when i did last year's promo paper, i was able to do it, but this paper is so freaking hard and i got so mad at i-dunno-wad.. So mad, so angry, so upset. I slogged for chem. The tys questions were okay for me. I could do them. But today's paper was really beyond me. its so super demoralising. I feel so rotten. That's it. My promotion is at stake. yah.. I cant even smile now. I felt better after a good cry, but I still feel so shitty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the bitter hard feeling in your throat when you feel like crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it won't go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109705545535995607?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109705545535995607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109705545535995607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109705545535995607' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109694937256021463</id><published>2004-10-05T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T12:09:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Math was like a total horrible disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I didnt have enough time. (to think. Not exactly no time to do, since i didnt know HOW to do..  -.-''')&lt;br /&gt;2) I left like zillions of questions undone.&lt;br /&gt;3) I suddenly became MORE retarded during that 3hours. I forgot how to do certain type of questions.&lt;br /&gt;4) No matter how i counted my marks, the maximum mark i can get is like, 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look on the brighter side. That's an 'O' right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back aches after sitting for 3hours without moving. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall strive hard for chem tomorrow, because that is like, my last chance. If i fail chem too, i'd be in there for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be spending 1/4 of the day tomorrow taking papers. Its a total of 6 hours tml. Chem and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thomas Edison was quite slow when he was young, I was just thinking, do you think i'd grow up to be a mathematician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109694937256021463?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109694937256021463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109694937256021463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109694937256021463' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109688673646417776</id><published>2004-10-04T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T18:48:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GP and econs essay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gp was relatively easy (surprisingly). I expected to open the paper and wonder what language i was reading, but this time, it was understandable English. There were only 3 short questions, and i thought my paper wasnt printed properly or something, so i kept counting the pages throughout the paper. I finished pretty fast too, so i really thought there was something wrong with my paper, till i counted all the marks and assured myself tt i did all the questions. haha.. For the first paper, i attempted the " 'stress is good' Discuss." question. It was okay, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs was rather tough. Just threw in everything that i knew. Thank God that i managed to finish just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dead beat. Super exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are rotten after all the writing. The blisters.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do it, but God can! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109688673646417776?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109688673646417776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109688673646417776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109688673646417776' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109670947670404701</id><published>2004-10-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:31:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My math is getting no better. And the last time i checked, my math paper is on tuesday. Someone send me the brains of a whiz kid now! I need lots of miracles. Haha, im getting pretty tired of studying. It feels like im studying, but it doesnt really feels like studying. You know what i mean? I cant believe time flies so fast. Promo is just a finger away. I picture myself ravaging town, the shops, and my wallet. The studying mood is pretty much gone, which isnt supposed to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that i have a neighbour who is so on fire for God. He/She has been playing this same Chinese christian song since morning. I think i can even sing the song backwords now. And that neighbour lives in the next block i think. Its alright to listen to songs like, all day, but i dont really think its such a good idea to play it so loud. I mean, i can imagine the faces of all the other non christian neighbours now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cell! i made everyone sing with me yesterday.. I hope everyone's feeling better after cell, or after the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone out there who isnt feeling so great, or is super duper stressed up, upset, tired, and depressed, Cheer up! For the Lord is Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He gives power to the tired and worn out, and strength to the weak' Isaiah 40:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109670947670404701?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109670947670404701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109670947670404701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670947670404701' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109621097035535012</id><published>2004-09-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:02:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For it so falls out&lt;br /&gt;That what we have we prize not to the worth&lt;br /&gt;Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,&lt;br /&gt;why, then we rack the value, then we find&lt;br /&gt;The virtue that possession will not show us&lt;br /&gt;Whiles it was ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109621097035535012?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109621097035535012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109621097035535012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621097035535012' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109594549749712756</id><published>2004-09-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:18:17.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here i am.. sneezing away, feeling totally awful, fainting at any moment, losing my voice, suffering from stomach aches, thinking about the loads of work i have to cover, having jelly legs, feeling cold and hungry, trying to breathe through my blocked nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish kelv a very happy 17th birthday!! All the best for ur promo dude! Glad you enjoyed urself today.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i didnt forget! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109594549749712756?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109594549749712756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109594549749712756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109594549749712756' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109584633044128216</id><published>2004-09-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T17:48:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as i'd like to be like weiyi, thinking about what to do after promos..i cant really do that.. I think i'd be busy fretting over my results, because its so possible for me to retain..I dont look forward to the finishing of promos, but rather, the knowledge of whether i'd be promoted or not..which will be known like one week after promos. I hope my teachers will fight for me then.. Better smile at them more now. haha..&lt;br /&gt;The time table is out and its pretty good..as in no clashes among the 3 A's.. though i'd have to take like GP and Econs paper 3 together which is like a i-cant-imagine-how-rotten-my-hand-will-be-after-that-and-how-dead-my-brains-will-become kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sore throat is still as bad..and its developing into a cough. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift was under maintainence today, and i had to climb 18 storeys, with my bag, a sore throat and a blocked nose. I was pretty fed up. What was worse was that i was practically flying up the stairs because there were some indians shouting really loudly and they were climbing the stairs about 2 floors below me and i was really scared. (no, its not racism, its just the shouting part) But I wanna thank God that i live on the 18th storey and not the 24th. Its the 'half filled or half empty cup' theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109584633044128216?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109584633044128216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109584633044128216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109584633044128216' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109567864235484413</id><published>2004-09-20T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:21:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr..im down with a sore throat. I just hate sore throats. Dont even feel like talking anymore. Argh. I've chem pre spa tomorrow. Skill A. Its the hardest. I hope i'd be able to write down something tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wish Weiyi and &lt;s&gt;Sian&lt;/s&gt; Sean Happy 17th Birthday! May the Lord continue to bless and keep you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109567864235484413?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109567864235484413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109567864235484413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109567864235484413' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109543667734999260</id><published>2004-09-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T17:20:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wast a very good day today. Many small things that mounted to a huge thing that overwhelmed me completely. Many unhappy things happened today. From things like having to bathe with ice cold water because the heater went crazy, to things like pw.. They just dont turn out right. Saw some things that i didnt like, felt some things that i didnt love, heard some things that i never wanted to hear, said some things i didnt mean to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still wanna thank God though..for friends and my wonderful cell mates.. They have been of great encouragement to me.. Love them all..sincerely and whole-heartedly. Miss pj too.. I just miss sec school.. Miss the girls. And i've decided that i hate school now. I miss the first three months, and the people from the first three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just sad today. Maybe plus a tinge of disappointment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109543667734999260?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109543667734999260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109543667734999260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543667734999260' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109533227653957550</id><published>2004-09-16T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T18:59:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, I wish im a nerd. If i were one, i would be so relaxed now because good grades would be a breeze for me. I want to be a nerd, but i do understand that there are some qualifications needed which i probably cannot fulfill..maybe like, no stepping into town for half a year..that kind of thing.. I dont know.. But everyone laughed when i said that i wanted to be a mugger. Right. No one will believe someone like me who has never done any tutorials for the first 7 months of the year, to want to be a mugger. Sheesh. Just a random thought. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..have been studying recently. Probably the hardest this year. Imagine me sleeping 6 hours a day.. that's too little! Grr.. After promos, all i wanna do is to sleep for a few months. haha.. But at the rate time is flying, it really scares me because i still have quite abit to cover and seriously the thought of promo gives me cold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109533227653957550?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109533227653957550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109533227653957550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109533227653957550' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109524293699750189</id><published>2004-09-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:09:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We, the muggers of 29/04&lt;br /&gt;Pledge ourselves as one united mugger&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of chem, math or econs&lt;br /&gt;To build a better and smarter brain&lt;br /&gt;Based on Equations and forumlae&lt;br /&gt;So as to acheive&lt;br /&gt;The A's, the B's and No F's for our promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109524293699750189?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109524293699750189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109524293699750189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524293699750189' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109472937863016837</id><published>2004-09-09T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T19:34:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! My com is completely healed! Had the speaker and everything fixed. New layout too..since i figured that no layout would actually look good without my picture..so i did this! But there are cons to this of course..my blog will suffer from traffic problems because people will be rushing to visit my blog. Sigh. So when this web is down, you'd know why..haha.. you guys should check out sean's blog for the teacher's day dinner photos.. cos im in there! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my dad is a pain in the neck most of the time.. i still love him lots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109472937863016837?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109472937863016837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109472937863016837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109472937863016837' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109438318869332480</id><published>2004-09-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:19:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart goes out for the russian children who were killed or traumatised by the amoral terrorists. Imagine being marooned by those terrorists for so long without food and water. I'd probably just die. I cant help but to decry such things. Its totally inhuman. They are afterall innocent children. Such flagrant acts really make me turn misanthropical. They're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109438318869332480?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109438318869332480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109438318869332480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109438318869332480' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109438237533313466</id><published>2004-09-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:06:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was intrusive, reprehensive and totally tangible. But i shant be bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109438237533313466?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109438237533313466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109438237533313466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109438237533313466' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109402637062082439</id><published>2004-09-01T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:12:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I killed the virus in my com! Beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109402637062082439?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109402637062082439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109402637062082439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109402637062082439' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109401272736536890</id><published>2004-09-01T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:25:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep. Just read some rjc's gp essays. They are just amazing. I mean getting 42/50 is really something. There's no way i can write like that. And the question boils down to, Why am i not born a genius?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109401272736536890?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109401272736536890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109401272736536890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109401272736536890' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109359956086650285</id><published>2004-08-27T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:39:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Grr..that blogger thingy is obstructing my tag board and all..frowns. Anyway, my keypad is officially spoilt.. so if i dont reply your smses or reply after a few days or hours..you know why. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt. Picture the amount of frustration involved. haha.. Hmm.. I got a B for my econs and D for my chem..which has been a really great improvement..Of course the glory goes to God, for definitely without Him, i would not be anywhere near D or B. Erm. Math.. Prob an F, cos i didnt even do enough questions to pass..haha.. Something rather ironic happened last night. Weird. How can you appear one year later and expect me to be where i was one year ago? Sorry, life doesnt work that way. It's just too bad. Haha..but at least i had the last say. If it even matters. Alright. That's all. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109359956086650285?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109359956086650285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109359956086650285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109359956086650285' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109341630090936306</id><published>2004-08-25T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T17:42:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="25386ab2"&gt;alright. At the school's library now..waiting for drama to start. Well, everything has been fine recently. It dawned on me that the usual chatty me doesnt pervade in school. As the days go by, I realize that i start to talk lesser and lesser. And the thing is, i actually enjoy it. Dont really feel like talking in school recently. -shrugs- havent really been able to sleep on some of the nights. I'd just end up lying in bed all night. Ms Usher said that this may be due to stress. I dont really think i am, but unconciously i might be. Maybe just a little. After all, promos are coming, and i dont think i have done much. Time is kinda tight. I think they expect us to be like super homo sapiens. You have to juggle with everything, and time is a fixed factor. There's your A level subjects, your AO level subjects, your cca, your project work (Urgh), your CIP(Geez..), your service learning projects, extra activities, and your social life (which has already been decayed by now). I think we can do without project work, cip, and service learning. Seri0usly. They are just a waste of time. Being FORCED to do cip or service learning does NOT instill any tinge of compassion or what so ever the objective of this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just want to mention that the chem lecturer is really really charming. Haha.. He really makes the lectures seem so interesting, and i really enjoy them. He wore a mickey mouse tie today, and it was really so cute! It's such a pity that he's not my chem tutor, or i would have scored an A for my chem now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sharon on Sat. Miss this girl man. We went to eat the famous chicken rice at Far East. Boy, it was really super yummy delicious! Drools. I drool at the thought. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Im supposed to upload a super important thing onto schoolbuzz, regarding my points. But the website is down and the dateline is today. That means that i'd not get my points. Im so screwed. It just HAS to break down NOW. Grr. Its not that im being last minute over here, i actually went to check the website twice before this, but i didnt know there was this section that i had to sign for my points. Until about one second before the whole website crashed. This is how lucky i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109341630090936306?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109341630090936306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109341630090936306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109341630090936306' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109265264844253590</id><published>2004-08-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:37:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sigh. My com is not healed yet. &gt;&lt; Anyway, a piece of good news! I passed my math test!! haha..okay, even though its just a small test, not even included in promos and all..i think it is really a vast improvement..Its a really good pass! Grins. Its really amazing how God works.. He never fails to amaze me. Yeah. I hope this can be an encouragement to everyone who is feeling down, or stressed up or dejected.. Dont worry! God will settle it for you man.. Heh..though im still not expecting to pass my common test or math durin promos, but I know all will be good. God enabled me to pass math. This shows that God can make the impossible possible. So seek God today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..sounds like an advertisement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109265264844253590?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109265264844253590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109265264844253590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109265264844253590' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109248246147307389</id><published>2004-08-14T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T19:47:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="9249e6b6"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. Im back. Got the chance to use the computer. I really wonder when my com will be healed. Please pray for him. Thanks.. haha..Well, seriously nothing much to blog about..but im so fascinated by this dictionary cd that i've got..I used to use dictionary.com and stuff, since my com is corrupted and rotten at the moment, i couldnt use it and this cd is so interesting! Started looking up words like immediately just to test it out.. Haha.. Hmm..Come to think of it..how time flies..Lots of things to look forward to at the end of this year..Passing promos, bidding pw goodbye for GOOD, getting rid of chinese, youth camp, chalets...Im just picturing the best scenario. Lord, please help me pass my promos..&gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;Econs was alright today. I would think its slightly easier because at least i knew what to write. Gp was a killer. Period. The A that i was supposedly able to get (claimed by ms usha) would not stand anymore, for one, i had no time, and two, the passage wasnt really that easy. Passing would already pose as problem. Huggee one. No way i can pass with the kind of summary and AQ i wrote. Geez. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for masterlife yesterday. Everytime i think of masterlife, i think of what regina said. Still tickles me up till today. Haha.. James really cracked me up yesterday. He's really so funny. The way he demonstrates certain things and the way he speaks. It amuses me totally. haha.. I miss cell though. I cant wait for it to resume. Think some of us are having some problems and stuff..Press on! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109248246147307389?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109248246147307389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109248246147307389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109248246147307389' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109204980736213954</id><published>2004-08-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:10:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-appears- Happy National Day! Has been quite some time since i last blogged. My internet explorer is so screwed. Nothing can load in there..Yep..at Dot's place now..she has a really nice and cosy room.. Watching ndp now.. just finished eating pizza..yum! Want to see fireworks(with my silly cow..haha..) Feeling guilty here now..when ive not finished my work..but its okay..haha.. Dot is soooo lucky..haha..=p just realised there's this red mini fan over here..so interesting.. Ooh..think there's a scanner over here too..cool..haha..im so full now.. Loveee not going to school..Loovee holidays..Alright. Outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109204980736213954?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109204980736213954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109204980736213954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109204980736213954' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109145584619595667</id><published>2004-08-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:10:46.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never liked to dislike anyone. In fact, i hardly.  Love your neighbours, i know. But how hard it can be, everyone knows. I dont like my sister's boyfriend, due to some incident of the past. I blame him for whatever that has happened. The fact that he's tutoring my younger sis makes things worse. I dont like seeing him around in my house. Or walking out of my room to find him out there somewhere. I tried. But my smile would always turn out somehow to be a cold glare and as hard as i try to utter a miserable 'hi', i would somehow lose my voice and all that comes out would be the dead silence. Hah. He thinks by coming over and helping my sis he'd gain favour huh. He ought to try harder. Like totally.  Having a long hard tiring day doesnt help either. Spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109145584619595667?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109145584619595667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109145584619595667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145584619595667' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109128917067441572</id><published>2004-07-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:52:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there! Tata! New layout! haha..before anyone starts complaining about that advertisement that's ruining the whole blog, let's just say that there's really nothing i can do about it! haha.. reading might be a lil tough..perhaps you guys can highlight the words in order to read it if the advertisement is obstructing. I have really tried my best on this. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for sonic fest today.. If i  have to describe it in one word, it'd be MUDDY! I've brown shoes instead of white shows now. Grumbles. haha.. Nevertheless, i had fun. It was pretty enjoyable (minus the standing,the mud and the not-so-clean toilets)  I couldnt force myself to step into any of those toilets, so dot and i had to go down to the toilets at the cafe, whereby, for some strange reasons did not contain any female toilets. So yeah, i went to the gents. It was gross, but really not as gross as those temporary toilets-whatever you call them. -shudders-  There were people dancing. I think the last dance group was really impressive. Everyone was in awe. They were really good! It's hard to come by guys who can actually dance well, so yep, im impressed too. I love watching girls dancing. I think its just so elegant and so graceful..and dancing is probably the last thing i can do, and it is such a pity because i would really love to be able to dance, but that has already become something that will probably only exist in my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel really cracked me up today. It has been ages since i laughed till i couldnt even breathe and my stomach hurt so much that i would have begged him to stop if i still had the breath to speak. That boy..  haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109128917067441572?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109128917067441572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109128917067441572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109128917067441572' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109092357417222662</id><published>2004-07-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:56:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont understand. Why are some people so ridiculously, awfully, strangely, horrifying intelligent while other people &lt;s&gt;like me&lt;/s&gt; are so wonderfully amazingly marvellously terrifically stupid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Jesus&amp;nbsp;ever had to do math.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Im frustrated. Period. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109092357417222662?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109092357417222662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109092357417222662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092357417222662' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109057233977088017</id><published>2004-07-23T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:46:14.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, please make time fly from 4.45 to 6.30...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Heh..at the school library now.. School was supposed to end at one pm, but i have extra math lesson. -faints- I know, im not supposed to mind, i mean, i really do need that help. The thing is, why must it start at 445? Especially when i end at like, one pm? Had another extra tutorial at 1 to about 1.45, then went for&amp;nbsp;lunch with the bimbs at amk. Ate aj ice again. Its just so super huge.. Drools. Went back to school and went to practice the piano in the school hall for about an hour. Wonder how many people heard my horrible scales and chords..still working towards improvement..haha.. My old habits are back.. Man.. my wrists are not supposed to hurt..but it does now, after playing. Remember my teacher used to use a ruler to keep my wrists up. lazy hands are back!&amp;nbsp;haha..Hope i'd have enough time to practice because i really want to do it well for God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Im like so sleepy now.. Thank God its friday. I really love fridays.. even the air seems so much fresher..all periods are shortened by 5min today because of the councilor's investiture..so lessons are pretty short.. Really proud of Bert and Yixuan.. You guys made it to the ex co! Esp yixuan..President..im awed. haha.. &amp;nbsp;And the most important thing is that..the Principal declared half-day on Mon! But the thing is, J1's still have to stay still one, for project work, because MOE is coming down or something. Geez. Well, its kinda still considered a half-day anyway, since school ends at 4 on Monday for me. So yep! Something to look forward to. Masterlife starting today..that's so exciting.. Hope i wouldnt be late, cos i think the extra math lesson is going to end super late.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda guilty now, because actually i have quite abit of work to do, but im not doing it, and im actually spending my time using the&amp;nbsp;computer. But its friday.. Fridays are not meant for doing work, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Alright. The bell just rung. Gotta run for lesson now. tata!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109057233977088017?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109057233977088017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109057233977088017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109057233977088017' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109051324143737777</id><published>2004-07-23T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:20:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, initially i was really ambivalent about it. Felt that i wasnt good enough for it anyway, so i kinda dreaded it. But God spoke to me. I think God is really amazing.. He is so super interesting.. the way he reveals things to me bit by bit.. it makes my walk with him so super fun! Yep. Actually,&amp;nbsp;you know, its something i have always wanted to do ever since i was twelve. But i didnt really had the courage to say it or tell it to anyone, cos i know im not that great at it. But&amp;nbsp;the Lord's strength is made perfect in my weakness, so i really&amp;nbsp;dont have to be so fearful that im not up to it.&amp;nbsp;I can now relax and start feeling excited about it. God has something great all planned out, i just have to wait. Praise the&amp;nbsp;Lord! :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109051324143737777?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109051324143737777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109051324143737777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051324143737777' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-109008420153496316</id><published>2004-07-18T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T01:10:01.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has got to be one of the best birthdays ever! Really had a great time for these two days.. Wanna give a biggg hug to all those who remembered and to those who made my day! Really touched that you guys remembered..you all know who you are..Grins. Wanna thank everyone who blessed me with gifts..you all are just too kind..&amp;nbsp;you guys really know how to pick gifts man..i simply cant help but to love them!&amp;nbsp;Grins.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was really great..had a really busy day..the bimbs celebrated my birthday at the exact time i was born! haha.. went to celebrate with boon and eugene too..thanks a million for the cake, shoes&amp;nbsp;and birthday song, though it was kinda anti-climax..haha..took zillions of pictures with boon's cam..then left for cell..my cell members actually knew..&lt;s&gt;cos eugene reminded cindy..hmph.&lt;/s&gt; haha..Pretty touched..Everyone's&amp;nbsp;just so nice..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a meeting at church today..quite ambivalent about something.. I mean, of course i&amp;nbsp;desire to do it, with all my heart, soul and mind and i'd definitely love to..but im just afraid im not up&amp;nbsp;to it..I&amp;nbsp;think i need to&amp;nbsp;remember that with God, all things are possible..and i can&amp;nbsp;do anything through Christ who gives me strength.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the girls after that..Jing got me flowers..that's really absolutely so sweet of her..Jun baked a cake too..&lt;s&gt;hope i wldnt have diarrhoea..&lt;/s&gt;haha..super sweet of her too..got really cute pair of earrings too..love you girls man..we really had an awfully great time today! Cant remember when was the last time i really laughed &lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;much.. really laughed till your jaws feel the strain..I mean, we can like talk about corn for like twenty minutes and laugh about corn till we drop dead.. Go figure. haha.. Took zillion of pictures again..(as usual) haha..think i took&amp;nbsp;abt hundred pictures in these two days..serious. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Really want to thank God who has blessed me so tremendously..He has done so much for me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-109008420153496316?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109008420153496316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/109008420153496316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109008420153496316' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108971626908602961</id><published>2004-07-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T18:57:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep. Has been quite some time. Had been pretty busy recently. Mainly because ive decided to start doing my tutorials, and i realize what a pain it can be.. I mean, i used to never care about them, but i did realize that i might end up being in aj for like 4 years or something if this continues. I realized that 2 years of hell is bad enough. Praying really hard that it wouldnt be extended. Yes, i need to be promoted. Badly. Project work is seriously killing me. Its seriously the most useless thing ever. God has answered my prayers, i havent killed my group members yet. Let's hope i'd be able to keep the gun to myself for the next few months. Argh. Cant wait to get it done and over with. Its such a bother, seriously. Thank God for enabling me to pass my chem, gp, chinese and probably econs. (please dont ask me about math.) Not a bad start i would say. I need to survive. Have been suffering from really bad headaches. Not to mention feeling giddy once in a while. It makes concentration hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with pj,jing n jew on sat! Everyone's pretty much the same, just that jew looks supppper coool..Really. You guys should see her man. Had a pretty good time. Its nice catching up with one another again. Seriously love them man.. that leaves zh and xh..miss them like crazy, but we'd be meeting up this week! -beams- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this keeps me going man. Thank God for sisters! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108971626908602961?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108971626908602961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108971626908602961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108971626908602961' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108878679261398177</id><published>2004-07-03T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T00:48:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They took Dot, wp, sarah and regina away today:( Seems so much quieter without them around. Like, im so used to having a really big cell, not to mention a noisy one, and after the extraction, we only have five people today.. &gt;&lt; Really miss having them around.. I hate change.. But i know that's the only constant thing in this world. Geez.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, i think our session today was really good.. We didnt exactly follow the book today, but we discussed about many important issues. I'm really encouraged. Very encouraged. I think the rest were very encouraged too. It was one of the most fruitful sharing sessions we had..it'd be good if the others were here too, they'd be so encouraged too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot gave me this really beautiful gift that i really love. I love it to bits! Its pink! haha.. i think its the first time someone gave me that.. no wonder she was so secretive..love this girl.. Grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a spark. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108878679261398177?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108878679261398177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108878679261398177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878679261398177' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108859284167166956</id><published>2004-06-30T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T18:54:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.. So yesterday night, i was at home and Zap! You got it! The blackout. It was so warm..and i still had to study, it ruined my momentum. Grr.. So i gave up studying cos i was down with a headache anyway.. Many of my friends couldnt study last night too, the blackout really came at the right time.. haha.. but ive really got to thank God because bishan and amk were the first few areas where the electricity was restored.. So the blackout was only about half an hour.. Grins. But it was really like sauna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had all my papers except chinese, which is tomorrow. Thanks to kev, euthanasia didnt come out.. Grr.. But i could do the paper though. As for the rest of the papers, i think, oh well, we'll leave it at that. Some things are better left unsaid anyway.. heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be killed by the paper tomorrow, cos i didnt study for chinese, and i dont intend to study for it. I really cant help it..im exhausted by all the papers.. And besides, i really dont know where to start.. Its been say, a year since i last studied chinese? Seriously, chinese is interesting..I mean, it can be interesting..but its not interesting when you are forced to remember those words and phrases.. Grr.. So tomorrow will be the first time i will ever step into the exam centre of one of the major exams with no studying done beforehand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to be super busy tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dot..think she's coming back tml.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108859284167166956?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108859284167166956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108859284167166956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859284167166956' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108834716216860961</id><published>2004-06-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:39:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant believe how fast time flies. Im now at the very last bit of the holidays. Its not really considered holidays, considering that the mids start tomorrow. But i really enjoy not going to school. I dont care if i have to study for my mids and all that, but as long as im free from school, the routine, you have no idea how happy i am.. For one whole month, i didnt have to worry if the teacher would catch me for not doing my tutorials, and i dont have to countdown during the boring lectures.. Can you imagine how great that is? haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not dreading school, because i dont have lessons yet, and i want to get the mids over and done with. Sighs. Tomorrow is GP, and guess what? I havent been reading the newspapers for two weeks. I havent done much reading, and i have no idea what kind of topics will come out tomorrow. Im praying very hard that maybe euthanasia will come out? I did some reading on it..haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to be super busy tml, cos i'd be having econs and maths on tues. Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny im not so worried about my A lvl subjects, but the AO's.. Its like GP, sighs. Im like frantic, but i cant do much now. As for chinese? Guess what? For this one whole month, i have not done a single thing that has got to do with Chinese. I didnt touch chinese one bit. Intend to study the day before. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just aim to pass all my subjects except maths, seriously. Maybe get at least a D for econs and chem. I think i shouldnt be daydreaming during lectures so much. I had to read my chem notes thrice to fully understand (abt 98%) two of the more difficult topics. So i spent quite abit of time on chem, cos i couldnt remember unless i understand. Think its the same for everyone else..haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper is at one tml..i hope the weather wouldnt be too hot, cos my venue is in the classroom. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna say that God has been wonderfully great to me. He really works in ways we cannot see. God's amazing man.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Euthanasia tml okie? haha..alright.. Fat hope.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i love the hp chain thingy that Ying Hui gave me! Beams.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all those who are fretting with me at this hour. God bless. Grins. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108834716216860961?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108834716216860961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108834716216860961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108834716216860961' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108790082314684528</id><published>2004-06-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:40:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108790082314684528?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108790082314684528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108790082314684528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108790082314684528' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108782901633292425</id><published>2004-06-21T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:43:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my life down at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one i need&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you and you are always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In troubled times its you i seek&lt;br /&gt;I put you first thats all i need&lt;br /&gt;I humble all i am, All to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;br /&gt;One Way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always, always there&lt;br /&gt;Every how and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Your grace abounds so deeply within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wil never ever change&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday today the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever till forever meets no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;br /&gt;One Way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the way the truth and the life&lt;br /&gt;We live by faith and not by sight ... for you&lt;br /&gt;We're living all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108782901633292425?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108782901633292425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108782901633292425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782901633292425' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108782796984811941</id><published>2004-06-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:40:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to study with Yinghui, weichang and weiyi at woodlands library today. We sure had fun doing math. haha.. Anyway, i discovered that the $4 carrot cake at causeway's foodcourt is really HUGEE!! As in really huge..Yinghui and I shared a plate and we cldnt even finish it! Heh..but its not bad though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh..gotta thank Weiyi today.. Thanks for helping me with those econs questions.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not to forget weichang, who helped me with my math..(teeny weeny bit..cos i was helping him more..) hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and just when i thought my previous layout was not very nice, Yinghui said that she liked it, that it was nice. Geez.. but i changed it already. Come to think of it, its actually not that bad.. heh..but i didnt save the previous template..so its gone forever..heh..can be resurrected again..but maybe next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to highly recommend Daniel's blog. It's a must read! This guy really knows how to tell the truth..(except the sly part) haha.. Grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish Berton a very happy belated birthday!!(tho he didnt want to reply me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings:&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my berton...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17! Hope you enjoyed yourself. heh.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108782796984811941?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108782796984811941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108782796984811941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782796984811941' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108774156412971593</id><published>2004-06-20T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:26:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch movie with the Yinghui and the younger boys today. Heh.. I like going out with younger people sometimes, they make me feel younger. haha.. The movie was good. I felt kinda uneasy watching it because if im not wrong, i think we're not supposed to watch that, but i think some exposure is good? I dunno, but i havent watched Harry potter before.. It's pretty good if you ask me. Heh.. Anyway, im sure they enjoyed themselves. Even after the movie. I mean, how many people out there get the opportunity to watch me play the dove girl? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, timothy's ill! &gt;&lt; Poor thing! He's not here today because of that. :( I hope he gets well soon. Should be able to see him at the youth service next Sunday. Whee! I hope i can get to sit beside him!! Grins. (Im not a Pedophile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon sent another album of the photos we took few months back. The good old days.. Singled out 3 photos of me trying to take pictures of myself and kelv trying to kill me from behind.. Pretty funny.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to be able to tag daniel's board.. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but whenever i think about my mids, i just feel uneasy. Probably cos im totally unprepared. I've really got to work harder. Cant stand myself sometimes. But its the holidays.. &gt;.&lt; And im left with one more week. Hate to see it end so fast. How time flies. -grumbles- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I changed the layout again. Decided that something dark and morbid aint suitable for me. This should be better. For me. Grins. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108774156412971593?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108774156412971593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108774156412971593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108774156412971593' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108765610609155910</id><published>2004-06-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T22:41:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed the layout. Heh..I seldom change layout cos i normally cant find something that i like..but anyway, decided to go a little gothic this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often feel tired recently, i dont know why. I've recovered..but my appetite is not exactly back, and i feel tired all the time. Sleepy. Sleep more than 12 hours a day. I dont know why. Heh. Had a good chat with Sharon today. Feels good. Havent been talking on the phone with her for quite some time. The good old days. Hee.. I'd gladly pushed away all my work just to talk to her. Funny how we still have so much to talk about even after talking for 9 years. Never ending topics. Hee.. Thank God for a sister like her. Look forward to loving her in the years to come. Next year, it'd be a decade! Heh.. Sunday tomorrow.. I cant wait to see Timothy's pics!! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still have lots to do..but im not really in a mood to finish those stuff.. School is drawing near and it's giving me creeps. -shudders- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108765610609155910?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108765610609155910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108765610609155910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108765610609155910' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108757693309235320</id><published>2004-06-19T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T00:42:13.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kay. Cell was cosy today. We combined cells. As in, the guys and the girls. Sat around and we shared about the church camp. Its nice listening to everything all over again. Revived all the funny moments. Come to think of it, church camp was pretty much enjoyable. (despite the fact that half the time i was busy trying not to faint..haha..) Have to thank the zillions of people who expressed their concern during the camp.. Really touched.. People like Soo Bin, Regina, Sarah, Amanda, nicholas, Gab, dot, weiping and many others.. You guys were great man.. heh.. Everyone was so nice to me..hee.. Anyway, had a great time at cell, though the numbers were few today, but the sharing session was pretty much enjoyable. Had a good talk at Bk too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Im off to bed. Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108757693309235320?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108757693309235320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108757693309235320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757693309235320' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108754817338306910</id><published>2004-06-18T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T16:42:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top 100 books of the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list was drawn up by the editorial board of the Modern Library. Gee..dont i miss reading..but i dont really have time for books now..or i'd reading away now.. After my promos..i'd get back to my books.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Ulysses, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;02. The Great Gatsby, S. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;03. The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;04. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov &lt;br /&gt;05. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley &lt;br /&gt;06. The Sound of the Fury, William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;07. Catch 22, Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;08. Darkness At Noon, Arthur Koesler&lt;br /&gt;09. Sons and Lovers, D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;10. The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;11. Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry&lt;br /&gt;12. The way of All Flesh, Samuel Butler&lt;br /&gt;13. 1984, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;14. I, Claudius, Robert Graves&lt;br /&gt;15. To The Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;16. An American Tragedy, Theodore Dreiser&lt;br /&gt;17. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers&lt;br /&gt;18 Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;19. Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison&lt;br /&gt;20. Native Son, Richard Wright&lt;br /&gt;21. Henderson The Rain King, Saul Bellow&lt;br /&gt;22. Appointment in Samarra, John O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;23. U.S.A. (trilogy), John Dos Passos&lt;br /&gt;24. Winesburg, Ohio, Sherwood Anderson&lt;br /&gt;25. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster &lt;br /&gt;26. The Wings of the Dove, Henry James&lt;br /&gt;27. The Ambassadors, Henry James&lt;br /&gt;28. Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;29. The Studs Lonigan Trilogy, James T. Farrell&lt;br /&gt;30. The Good Soldier, Ford Madox Ford&lt;br /&gt;31. Animal Farm, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;32. The Golden Bowl, Henry James&lt;br /&gt;33. Sister Carrie, Theodore Dreiser&lt;br /&gt;34. A Handful of Dust, Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;35. As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;36. All the King's Men, Robert Penn Warren&lt;br /&gt;37. The Bridge of San Luis Rey, Thornton Wilder&lt;br /&gt;38. Howards End, E.M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;39. Go Tell it on the Mountain, James Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;40. The Heart of the Matter, Graham Greene&lt;br /&gt;41. Lord of the Flies, William Golding&lt;br /&gt;42. Deliverance, James Dickey&lt;br /&gt;43. A Dance to the Music of Time, Anthony Powell&lt;br /&gt;44. Point Counter Point, Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;45. The Sun also Rises, Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;46. The Secret Agent, Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;47. Nostromo, Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;48. The Rainbow, D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;49. Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;50. Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller&lt;br /&gt;51. The Naked and the Dead, Norman Mailer&lt;br /&gt;52. Portnoy's Complaint, Philip Roth&lt;br /&gt;53. Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;54. Light in August, William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;55. On the Road, Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;56. The Maltese Falcon, Dashiell Hammett&lt;br /&gt;57. Parade's End, Ford Madox Ford&lt;br /&gt;58. The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;59. Zuleika Dobson, Max Beerbohm&lt;br /&gt;60. The Moviegoer, Walker Percy&lt;br /&gt;61. Death Comes to the Archbishop, Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;62. From Here to Eternity, James Jones&lt;br /&gt;63. The Wapshot Chronicles, John Cheever&lt;br /&gt;64. The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;65. A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;66. Of Human Bondage, W. Somerset Maugham&lt;br /&gt;67. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;68. Main Street, Sinclair Lewis&lt;br /&gt;69. The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;70. The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell&lt;br /&gt;71. A High Wind in Jamaica, Richard Hughes&lt;br /&gt;72. A House for Mr. Biswas, V.S. Naipal&lt;br /&gt;73. The Day of the Locust, Nathaniel West&lt;br /&gt;74. A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;75. Scoop, Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;76. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark&lt;br /&gt;77. Finnegan's Wake, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;78. Kim, Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;79. A Room with a View, E.M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;80. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;81. The Adventures of Augie March, Saul Bellow&lt;br /&gt;82. Angle of Repose, Wallace Stegner&lt;br /&gt;83. A Bend in the River, V.S. Naipal&lt;br /&gt;84. The Death of the Heart, Elizabeth Bowen&lt;br /&gt;85. Lord Jim, Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;86. Ragtime, E.L. Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;87. The Old Wives' Tale, Arnold Bennett&lt;br /&gt;88. The Call of the Wild, Jack London&lt;br /&gt;89. Loving, Henry Green&lt;br /&gt;90. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;91. Tobacco Road, Erskine Caldwell&lt;br /&gt;92. Ironweed, William Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;93. The Magus, John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;94. Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys&lt;br /&gt;95. Under the Net, Iris Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;96. Sophie's Choice, William Styron&lt;br /&gt;97. The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles&lt;br /&gt;98. The Postman Always Rings Twice, James N. Cain&lt;br /&gt;99. The Ginger Man, J.P. Donleavy&lt;br /&gt;100. The Magnificent Ambersons, Booth Tarkington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108754817338306910?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108754817338306910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108754817338306910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108754817338306910' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108748375455552829</id><published>2004-06-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:49:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im worried. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108748375455552829?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108748375455552829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108748375455552829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748375455552829' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108748238238873278</id><published>2004-06-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:26:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. Okay..has been quite some time since my last update. Fever is gone now, Thank God. Left with slight cough and a runny nose. (eww..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Joey complained that i hardly talk about him. He says that i only write about my school friends and dorothy. So today, im going to mention him. Alot. haha.. And hopefully, by doing so, i dont have to pay him back the money.. Grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Went to study with Yinghui, Weiyi, Weichang and Joey today at woodlands library today. Joey was late. So was weichang, but joey was later. Joey wore a white shirt today, and jeans. haha.. He sat beside me today, and his feet were pretty redundant, cos they were like all over the place. haha.. Joey studied math first, followed by Econs. He borrowed some econs and geo reference books. Joey saw his friends at the library. Think we all saw friends at the library. Many Aj kids. haha.. Managed to study a little before the guys decided to engage in some not-so-clean conversations. Being so innocent-minded, i learnt some new things today, just from listening to their conversations. Realized that actually im really quite innocent. haha..cos i realized that i actually didnt know quite abit of stuff. There was also thiis man whom i think was possessed. He was actually speaking in different voices. A high pitched one and a deep one. I suggested laying hands and praying for him, but i suppose it was not very advisable. K. I did laugh at the man a little, cos he was rather funny. K, im a meanie. Haha.. We went to pasta mania to have dinner and went to take neoprints. It was quite affordable, about six dollars for five people. Think it was my first time taking pictures with weiyi,weichang, and joey, despite knowing them for such a long time. Heh..its definitely a neoprint to remember. I like taking neoprints, because you can keep them and they bring memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from church camp a couple of days ago. Hmm..the food was okay.. I love the breakfast.. Heh.. wasnt feeling well throughout the camp, but i think it was still okay. Got to thank Dot for being such an angel..think it wasnt really easy bunking with me, cos i wasnt feeling well and all..grumpy and complaining all the time..heh..Sorry for that grumpiness man.. You were great..thanks dot..=) Have to thank Gab too..for the ride, and yep, helping me to survive the journey.. =) Oh, and i think timothy is sooo cute! -faints- He is so super duper cute! Im so in love with him..haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reality hit me that i have lots of stuff undone. I have so much to study, and im so behind, so im really.. &gt;.&lt; Quite stressed up again. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my silly cow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108748238238873278?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108748238238873278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108748238238873278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748238238873278' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108670498531779073</id><published>2004-06-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:29:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10.45: Woke up Uncomfortable. Down with a sore throat. Really tired. Fatigue. Fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15: Woke up again. Body was burning. Mind was whirling. Head was giddy. No one at home. Helpless. Cried. Temperature 37.8 degree celsius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.13: Couldnt get to sleep. Heat was emitting from body, especially the palms and face. Couldnt walk. Couldnt think. Irrational. Tried to watch a little television. Took 2 tablets of Panadol. Cried. Temperature 38.7 degree celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.37: Coughed. Fell sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.28: Woke up. Temperature 37.8 degree celsius. Fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.05: Woke up. Temperature 38.8 degree celsius. Body burning furiously. Breaking cold sweat. Panadol loses its effect. Worried. Struggled to stay alive. Mind was whirling again. Head was in a mess. Extremely giddy. Couldnt get up. Fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.18: Woke up. Tried to eat something before popping two more panadol pills. Vision was orange. Frightened. Went back to sleep.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.25: Woke up. Feeling better. Had the strenth to get up. Took a quick bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.26: Blogging. Temperature Temperature 38.1 degree celsius.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108670498531779073?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108670498531779073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108670498531779073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670498531779073' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108633803039543376</id><published>2004-06-03T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T16:33:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so super proud of Xiu Hui! Like totally, 100percent, with all my heart. Really. The thought of her brings a smile on my face. Chatted with her a few days ago. You wouldnt believe what she was buying. She's becoming more and more like me! Welcome to the girlish gang, sister! Grins. Heard that her hair is now long enough to tie! Remember she promised Sean and I that she wouldnt cut her hair anymore on her last birthday..Im super super super happy for her.. I tell you, the next time you see Xiu Hui, i bet you wouldnt even regconize her! God is amazing! She even has this really close guy friend..Ahem. Haha.. Im so glad she's doing fine.. Really over the moon! Love you, girl! Enjoy yourself at camp! Grins.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108633803039543376?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108633803039543376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108633803039543376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108633803039543376' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108633768163904747</id><published>2004-06-03T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T16:28:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why...&lt;br /&gt;Dont play hide and seek. Please. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108633768163904747?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108633768163904747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108633768163904747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108633768163904747' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108593179373510344</id><published>2004-05-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T23:43:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay..quick update..had pretty enjoyable weekend.. Tidied my table today. It looks really good now.. bought some books and stuff for my studying sessions during this June..come to think of it, one month isnt enough for me.. Heh.. but Im just going to surrender all these to God..Let his will be done. Well, maths seemed nicer moments ago.. i dont know..but i tried doing the maths tys, and i was doing some log questions. Surprisingly i could do about 7 out of ten..and that is like wow..Praise God! But it never happens during my tests..i dont know why..haha..Going to have four hours of math lecture straight tomorrow.. I hope i can really keep focused..because i know four hours is way away from my attention span..haha.. Oh well.. -shrugs- Have to do pw tomorrow..which is something i still dread..though i now can at least love my members..but still, i never liked projects.. Grins. Somehow,when it comes to serious work, i just want everything fast and efficient, and sometimes, working with many people slows things down.. heh.. Hope we'd be granted interviews, or we'd have to make our way there ourselves. Gee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wanna wish all those taking their mother tongue O levels examinations tomorrow all the best! God bless! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108593179373510344?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108593179373510344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108593179373510344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108593179373510344' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108541299559507218</id><published>2004-05-24T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:36:35.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often receive messages from guys over friendster. I think all girls do. But i figured out two things. Its either im really photogenic and i look totally gorgeous in my pics or that i look old, because all of them are over 20. (-_-)'''... Unfortunately, i think its the latter. (-_-)'''... And that's why i never reply them. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. The holidays are coming! I seriously cant wait! So many things to look forward to. Sleeping late, meeting up with friends, oh, and church camp! Beams. I heard that the breakfast is really really good. -drools- On the other hand, this holiday probably wouldnt seem much of a holiday. Have to study for my mid yr.. and catch up on my zillion tutorials and work..Probably not going to play as crazily as before..Kinda scary when i think of the work i have to do..And there's always project work.. Ahh. But its getting better now i suppose.. Im really starting to love my group members..See how amazing God works.. Anything is better than school though, so im still really excited about the holidays..I love anything, anything that can get my out of school. Grins. School is getting better now. Its not so bad..at least its not all about gossiping now..for that, im truly glad. Oh, and i think my class is really cool. We really had the class spirit there today during pe, largely because we were competing with a class which my class happened to dislike.. so it was pretty funny..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this week too. It feels so good to have no test for the week. No burdens. No nagging thoughts about any tests. Feels really good.. Grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Herwin's on ST 'Life'!        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108541299559507218?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108541299559507218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108541299559507218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541299559507218' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108463252405153625</id><published>2004-05-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:48:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been trying to tidy my table ever since 8.30. I am still tidying now. And it is 10 now. My table one and a half hours ago and one and a half hours later looks just about the same. In fact, i think it looks worse. Geez. Why cant i be more tidy. Too many papers. Too little space. That's the problem. Its so horrifyingly messy that i dont study on my own table nowadays, due to the lack of space, and actually its also because i havent been studying much recently. haha.. I've never been really good at keeping my table tidy..i think i've really got to work on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good to me! I did pretty well for my econs class test. The one which i didnt exactly study.. Praise God! He made my project work discussion today a little more productive too. See..God answers prayers. All you have to do is ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. slpt for only four hours last night... zZzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108463252405153625?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108463252405153625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108463252405153625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108463252405153625' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108451031466346052</id><published>2004-05-14T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T12:51:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With that, Syf ended yesterday. I wouldnt say it is the end of the journey, because we have another performance on the 17th of June.. It was a really good journey. It was difficult, but I really enjoyed myself alot during this journey- all the ups and downs. We've been through alot..from the first incident during the first rehearsal, all the way till now.. Drama has helped made school life much more alive. It was my motivation to go to school. Through it all, we've grown so close to one another and we share this unbreakable bond which i so cherish. They are the ones who are true. They are the ones who really cared, because i know of many who only make friends for mere exploitation. Come to think of it, i have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, i can have more time for tutorials, friends, family..but on the other hand, im really going to miss the long late nights of rehearsals..the nights where we fool around and eat dinner outside the ER.. I truly thank God for each and every one of them.. Cheerios to drama!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108451031466346052?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108451031466346052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108451031466346052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108451031466346052' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108428586907171234</id><published>2004-05-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:31:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow..blogger has this new layout.. not really used to it yet.. it looks different..but its nice though.. Hmm.. busy week.. suprising how fast it its.. its wed tomorrow, and i love wednesdays because from then on, the week goes downhill..really fast.. 2 tests down, 2 more to go. Im not so worred about the math test tml because 1) i've never passed before anyway and 2) its MI! i like this topic.. Heh.. i think i can pass this one.. so its quite okay.. Just a little worried about Sat's Econs, because i know nuts about it.. Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project work is one of the most useless things in the world. It is eats up quality time to do more constructive stuff, and it allows you to have more wrinkles. I need them to work! Argh.. i cant do everything all the time..My group members are.. uh.. shall not talk about it, to reduce frustrations and stress.. Geez.. people nowadays..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Syf on thurs..hope everything turns out well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not kill any of my group members. &lt;br /&gt;I will love my group members.&lt;br /&gt;I will believe that they will do the things they are supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I will believe that they are not taking advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;I will believe that I will make it through this year alive with them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108428586907171234?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108428586907171234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108428586907171234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428586907171234' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108325531819287298</id><published>2004-04-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:19:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really tired now.. hectic week, with tests, and really long hours of rehearsals. Ended at 11+ yesterday,actually took the last train towards Marina Bay home..was so frustrated cos i havent studied for my test, which was today. (i think im goin to fail tt chem test btw..) Yeah.. but anyway, its over..promised myself i'd get everything done and studied after syf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track and field meet tomorrow. Will be running for one event, but im not sure if i wld be able to run, cos i have to leave at about 10.30 tml, we're going to chinese high to rehearse.. so im really praying very hard that i'd be able to run.. Its a pity i wouldnt be able to watch the vball match against ny tml.. Clarence wanted me to go watch and watch cos he's playing...quite touched actually..but as much as i want to go, i cant.. Geez.. I wish him all the best though.. Kinda ironic, because i do want him to win..but he's playing against my school, so i was like "all the best for your match! i support you and aj! haha.." haha..its really ironic..Well, may the best team win.. I hope aj will win.. The girls lost today..its really sad.. Phs vs JSS was up after my sch's match against sa.. and phs lost.. I was rather surprised, cos all along we've been winning the championship..Oh, and i saw dorothy at the sports hall..haha..this girl, not doing her work when she's supposed to..Went with the drama mates to toa payoh to eat after that.. enjoyed myself..i love these people..we're all like one small family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama rehearsals are going on fine.. We've finished all the movements, and we're now working on the details..can get quite bad, because Ms Wong and Helmi would be taking down notes while watching the play, and it'd be a critical analysis after that..pinpoint everyone's mistake one by one..so it can get pretty scary at times.. but its fun though.. Despite the fatigu, we still enjoy ourselves pretty much during rehearsals..At least we're rehearsing in the audi now, and not in the open space, so at least there's air con..haha.. I still dont like the umbrella scene though..its really two unwiling parties.. i just dont feel comfortable..okay, maybe im more used to it now..but i dont really enjoy having to do all that..but i know that frm the audience, the umbrella scene would look beautiful..okay..so i'd sacrifice for art's sake.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy has been low with the bims recently.. The girls are all not coping well.. Funny how today everyone was so engrossed with their own problems.. for me its just fatigue, but for the other five, they have many different problems,and strange none of them has got to do with school..haha..they get tetchy..but its okay..i can understand..no stepping on anyone's toes yet though.. Hope everyone's spirits would be lifted soon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im euphoric. Its going to be FRIDAY TML!!! -squeals- I've waited so long for this day..Dont you just lurrrveeeeeeeeeee fridays and the beautiful weekends? -grins-  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108325531819287298?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108325531819287298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108325531819287298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325531819287298' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108308070718777675</id><published>2004-04-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:49:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this layout. Think its really sweet and simple.. Well..two days down, two more to go.. This is gonna be a super long week, but this two days have been pretty fast.. Super busy.. And im so looking forward to the weekend.. Weekends seem to fly..haha..but im really just gonna let my hair down for this weekend..and probably more to come.. i seem to be having so many events going on now..Yep..i cant wait to watch Florence's performance at Kallang Theatre. You go girl! Grins. Vj funfair drawing near too..cant wait to see the people i missed so dearly..have quite a few friends over there.. There's an insect on my table now..i think what makes an insect look so gross is probably their limbs...or hands..those thin dark long stick-resembling black things. -shudders- Oh well.. getting outta here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss dorothy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108308070718777675?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108308070718777675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108308070718777675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308070718777675' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108282167431866514</id><published>2004-04-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T23:57:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had pretty good day relaxing today. I feel very rested. (No, the pile of work is still there, just that i dont care anymore..not for now..haha..) I like spending time with myself.. Guess i feel homely today..Weird, cos you seldom get to see me at home on weekends..but ever since school reopened..I feel very attached to home on Saturdays..i just want to spend time at home with my family and my house.. K..that proves it..cancerians are really homely people. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other shout-outs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jew..i hope you're feeling alright..Dont seem too good to me.. I'd be there if u ever need someone to talk to yea? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bert..Heard from sha that you're really stressed up..and that i kinda contributed to it..I really didnt see you the other day when you drop your file..really. so dont think im ignoring you or something k..All the best for ur SC election.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be late..but i really wanna thank Boon for turning up for my baptism the other day.. You rock dude! BiGG time.. Im was really pleasantly surprised and really touched..hope you didnt mind becoming the doorman after that..haha..you should have told me that you were coming..didnt see you until the very last moment..but really..thanks for coming down all alone.. I missed your "bu yao bi wo zhuan wo de yan jing" statement.. Hope you're having fun working ya.. Grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo! Havent been hearing from you for quite some time..Are you coping well? Im like dying..haha.. Update meeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve! Im keeping my fingers crossed and praying very hard that i'd get to see you on 1st of May!! Wonder if you're still the same... I'd expose all your dark secrets to your girlfriend.. Grinns.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108282167431866514?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108282167431866514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108282167431866514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282167431866514' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108279368657437280</id><published>2004-04-24T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T16:06:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep.. Got the new layout up.. This is an easy one..took me about half an hour.. About that tag board's box scroll bar..i figured that you have to click on the arrow to scroll down..do not scroll down by pulling the bar down..it'd get all messy.. Yep..to Kelv..i finally changed.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give a lil shout-out to Yinghui..thanks for the sweets, girl.. -beams-  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108279368657437280?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108279368657437280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108279368657437280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279368657437280' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108255740797948476</id><published>2004-04-21T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T22:27:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive fallen ill. So yipee..no school for me today.. Spent the whole day mugging though.. Seriously numbers freak me out now.. i have had enough of math, or chem, or school for the matter of fact. The tests are on friday..sometimes, i just cant wait to fail the papers. Get it done and over with. Im really trying my best to pull myself to the borderline, but i do realize also that i dont have the ability too. Yeah, give up. But that's too unlike myself. There's only so much i can do.. And my throat is killing me, along with the persistent flu and the stubborn muscle aches. Im not done with my tests, and my tutorials are piling up. I cant stand my chem tutor who has an understanding level less than the energy level of 1s2 in an atom. He seriously thinks i have 48hours a day. But i dont. I dont even get more than five hours of sleep. I spend 15 hours in school, plus transport time, an hour, im left with 8 hours. And i spend 3 hours(or less, if my eyes refuse to behave) trying to do some unsuccessful work. So sometimes if i dont feel like talking or if i faint in front of you suddenly, you'd know why. Oh, and since im having such a hard time, please give in to any of my demands. Treats are welcome. Grinns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to Friday though..firstly, the end of all horrendous tests! Secondly, cell! Thirdly,WEEKEND!! Yeps. Happy.. The thought of fridays makes my days seem better.. I think despite it all, i still have alot to be thankful for.. Really.. Put all complaints aside..im very grateful for many things in my life.. My Lord knows. I thank Him for the many things every night. Beams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My remedy for Mon/Tues/Wed/Thurs blues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#FF0066"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms 118:24 &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Recite this about ten times everyday.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im falling in love with an old song all over again.. 'My Prayer' by Devotion.. Its such a sweet song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. The reason for all these random thoughts is because im using blogger as an escape from all the work i have to do.. haha.. i just dont feel like doing anymore work..Ive mugged for about 10hrs today..no kidding.. And im feeling really guilty for not doing anything constructive now..so im like using this to forget about my un-constructivenes..haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Think im going off to stone.. tata! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108255740797948476?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108255740797948476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108255740797948476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255740797948476' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108230469830358623</id><published>2004-04-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:15:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K. I think i made quite a few people worry because of my two previous 'weird entries'.. They're kinda fictional..maybe i've felt that sometime in my life before, but i was kinda writing for fun, in a way. I like to write, but there aint many things to write about..so..yep.. Well, just dont worry, im okay.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108230469830358623?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108230469830358623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108230469830358623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230469830358623' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108213361594034015</id><published>2004-04-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T00:44:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Gonna do some quick blogging in here. Well, its has been a really tiring week. Overslpt every single day of the week.. (really sorry to weiyi..hee..) There's good progress in drama, we finished about four movements and we're working on details now. The umbrella scene is kinda hard because im supposed to act lovey dovey with Justin..and i just cant help laughing whenever i look deep into his eyes. And he is like supposed to put his hand on my waist. I feel kinda weird about that, because..i dont know..it feels weird when you dont have THAT kind of feeling for that person.. Guess i'd still have to work on that.. heh..Guess we'd get used to it in time..hopefully.. Its really tiring during drama sessions, but i really really enjoyed myself alot..Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..and &lt;s&gt;i think&lt;/s&gt; i failed my math class test.. Im really demoralized. Serious. Im really not going to pass my promos, and all my fears are causing me to have second thoughts about JC. Argh.. heard that this is just a phase many jc students go through.. so i hope i'd get over this.. Kinda worried for my math and chem test next friday.. i just want to pass. really. i mean, i really dont have the time for tutorials and stuff.. really hope i can scrape through. Or all the teachers will come running after me. Im seriously quite worried..i think i should be more dependant on God..sometimes im so caught up with my own worries that i forget about Him. I forget that He is my strength and my refuge. More realisations during cell. So, yep.. Im going to take a big step of faith and just leave everything to Him. I just have to take care of my spiritual life, and everything else will take care of itself after that.. Everything would then be in place..I need more discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to go for cell..was totally elated. Heard some stories about Xxon last time..gave me creeps.. Im just thankful that everything is alright now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will start looking up soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108213361594034015?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108213361594034015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108213361594034015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213361594034015' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108186526561728312</id><published>2004-04-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T22:17:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like black is black, white is white&lt;br /&gt;Like unlike poles attract and like poles repel &lt;br /&gt;Like yes is yes, no is no&lt;br /&gt;Its right there, right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things you know, you shouldnt deceive yourself. Sometimes, things are not what they seem to be. You'd only get the picture probably when its too late. Its sad, but at least you know. You'd change your shoes if you know that you're going to fall with those pair of shoes. You can prevent it. You can avoid it. But sometimes, what if you're so attached to that pair of shoes? You allow yourself to fall, to injure yourself, and then cry, wishing that you've prevented the fall. Or maybe now you're still walking with the pair of shoes, fretting every single minute about falling, going through all the extreme ups and downs. Forget about those shoes. Its making your life miserable. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108186526561728312?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108186526561728312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108186526561728312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186526561728312' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376141.post-108161378594885787</id><published>2004-04-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:20:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Kinda disappointed now..&lt;/s&gt; Nvm. Maybe im just too insignificant. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376141-108161378594885787?l=dank-boudoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108161378594885787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376141/posts/default/108161378594885787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dank-boudoir.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161378594885787' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</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></entry></feed>
