<?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-33044581</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:51:47.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING!!! ((((=</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3363045059310475671</id><published>2009-07-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:25:00.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope they will reply me. Why are people so inefficient! If they are so, they should start going back to school and learn again. roar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3363045059310475671?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3363045059310475671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3363045059310475671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3363045059310475671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3363045059310475671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hope-they-will-reply-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-332460921393038098</id><published>2009-06-28T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:31:36.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is pretty dead. hahah. School's supposed to start tomorrow but we have an extra week of hols! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.... e-learning everyday till friday. Tmr i start class at 10.10am and elearning start at 8 leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next hols already. hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-332460921393038098?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/332460921393038098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=332460921393038098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/332460921393038098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/332460921393038098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-blog-is-pretty-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8566177161141752061</id><published>2009-06-15T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:59:01.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8566177161141752061?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8566177161141752061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8566177161141752061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8566177161141752061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8566177161141752061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/ow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8422250633307332636</id><published>2009-06-13T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:32:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr shag right now.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;And my mummy said want make me eat those BU XIE /XUE stuff cause when I'm weak from lack of sleep or over hunger, I feel faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then don't want! TOO much blood also NOT GOOD. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECTS AND TUTORIALS AND THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SPEECHES to work on for TWO weeks.&lt;br /&gt;we have THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE speeches man!! With lots of information to memorise to deliver the speech EFFECTIVELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, LEFT TO DRY MY HAIR AND GO TO SLEEPPPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8422250633307332636?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8422250633307332636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8422250633307332636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8422250633307332636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8422250633307332636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-shag-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-42568022234652160</id><published>2009-05-31T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:32:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past week had been a total wreck. On an emotional rollercoaster again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school started I've been living day by day. I couldn't wait to get out of school to meet boyfriend. I look forward to fridays when I can finally see my good friends. In short, I didn't want to go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no joy in going to school anymore. To be honest, what really gets through my days are baby and those friends who I hang out with. 6 to 8 months back, I planned my days, when to have fun, where to go, what to do. Now, school eats my time up. I still want to play. If study, I want to study with my friends who I can have fun with. I'm okay with my classmates but nothing beats being able to study with the ones who can truly put a smile on my face. It's sad to have baby and those friends of mine missing out on my school life.If time can go back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 9 months 3 days later. Another 3 months later, it's our 1 year(: I'm counting and still counting, and hope that I'll never stop counting.&lt;br /&gt;Since friday, I've been missing my dear boy alot. You can call that the aftermath of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, or simply because I miss him. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I need my sleep. I need to stop studying and pause for awhile to absorb everything that has happened for the past 6 weeks-the day since school started. I want to have a change of environment. Baby, you see this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-42568022234652160?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/42568022234652160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=42568022234652160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/42568022234652160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/42568022234652160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-week-had-been-total-wreck.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6666430902677832112</id><published>2009-05-27T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:22:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS PLAYING VOLLEYBALL @ SENTOSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS BBALL SESSIONS WITH BABY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. actually, see him play also not many times. play tgt jiu more often?&lt;br /&gt;but everything is not many. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haissssss. i want play vb again.&lt;br /&gt;i want play bball with regent ppl again! and huiling say she want learn to play basketball! HOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6666430902677832112?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6666430902677832112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6666430902677832112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6666430902677832112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6666430902677832112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-playing-volleyball-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1576476359440917332</id><published>2009-05-27T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:36:37.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. How's life. I'm pretty tired from school even though it was super slack. I'm sick of travelling all the way to YCK just to study, especially if the day lasted as short as ONE hour or TWO, or 3 or 4 hours. Wasted $3 ++ to gain some knowledge. SO! EDUCATION IS NOT FREE PEOPLE!!! YOU PAY FOR EDUCATION EVERYDAY~~ LIKE IF YOUR PARENTS SEND YOU TO SCHOOL, THE PRICE OF THAT DAY'S STUDIES IS A FEW(OR LESS THAN) LITRES OF PETROL!!! So, if one day there's no more petrol, WE DON'T NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going back to Regent. I miss those people whom I always hang out with. I kept saying I should have fail O's and stay in Regent, but come to think of it, if i really need to retain, I will be feeling as rubbish as now because all my friends have graduated, leaving me alone to rot in our school. Hais. Life is definitely full of endless shits. But I'm contented with it because of what I have, thus the treasure whole-heartedly.(: Good luck to those who are taking the O's this year, especially the sec5 batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired I need to catch some sleep. BUT!!! I've got ICAs to study!!and tutorials to complete!! I have been having headaches or feeling heavy headed for a few days due to lack of sleep. BOMB. There goes my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week NYP is having its Graduation. I see those graduands wearing graduation robes, I GOT JEALOUS. I want to graduate too! We all can't wait to graduate. But it's like only 5 and a half weeks into YEAR ONE ONLY. argh.&lt;br /&gt;When I graduate, I want to take a photo with Baby in my robes. I wish he could come too to see me receiving my certicate from whoever's the VIP. Then I'll pretend to break down on stage. Perhaps the emcee will cry too and decide to hand the microphone over to me for a while. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night between 10.30 to 11, this ***** neighbour of mine threw her really very young daughter out of the house. The daughter was screaming and crying for her to open the door but you know what she did? She scolded her. OMG. Feel like boxing her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, there's another one that I hated alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1576476359440917332?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1576476359440917332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1576476359440917332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1576476359440917332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1576476359440917332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6887690578451816536</id><published>2009-05-23T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:21:44.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired! Now chionging my AFA homework. But totally no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging again with BABY, HUILING,JIAN,SHOUXIAN AND ISAAC. So tired. Stopped many times cause dont feel good. But completed run much faster than last time. As usual those people apart from baby and me, were RUNNNNNNNNNING so they reached first. So fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went teckwhye eat dinner. Talk as usual was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for Daddy to fetch me home. Baby sweet as usual wait with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in front of computer, 1/2 homeworking 1/2 restaurant city. oh my ~~ !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6887690578451816536?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6887690578451816536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6887690578451816536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6887690578451816536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6887690578451816536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-tired-now-chionging-my-afa.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2134755787628586609</id><published>2009-05-18T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:56:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sneezing the whole day till my nose and eyes burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think it'll be really nice to receive a message once in a while, asking how I'm feeling and to take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I had a dream, which I see myself battling with LIANG PO PO for don't know what lame reason. She/He was so bloody evil and I had to "fly" from level to level with a long piece of string. ZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really want to get out of bed. I didn't want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed.Train-ed.&lt;br /&gt;School-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics lecture first.&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;But when lecturer go through the examples to Topic C, things were clearer.&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to sneeze the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn irritating and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First break, went to eat. Sms-ed with baby.&lt;br /&gt;Then received an unknown msg from an unknown, which actually was Shou Xian.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what time I end school, and I replied "6."&lt;br /&gt;Then I sms-ed again asking who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Lame right.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was laughing and smiling away cause of the reason to this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Microeconomics.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's damn irritating to have make-up lessons just for a single day of missed lessons? Next monday was NYP's Graduation Day and it was a bloody packed day for me. Then we have make-up lectures for Stats and MicronEcons this and next wed. Somemore class end at 11 for this day of the week! !@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no microecon's tutorial homework for today's lecture.Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT have to study for ICA for this module during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;it makes no difference.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break again, head to the library.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't finish my mango smoothie cause of some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to classroom for PM tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer is so damn Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Then something pop-ed up at somewhere near the end of the tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;So pissed, I totally didn't typed down the answers to the last question.&lt;br /&gt;Just switched off my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Then, kicked chair(only known to me, if no one noticed).&lt;br /&gt;The cold in the room was also making me irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained home.&lt;br /&gt;Finally calm down.&lt;br /&gt;But thought alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish I don't know anybody. Like, I'd actually prefer to be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I've no stand.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the whole world is against me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cranky right from the beginning of the day. I finally burst at the end of today's classes.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't felt good.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the person I was angry at was the last person whom I want to be mad with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really couldn't help it. I had my reason.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's speech this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Have to get office wear.&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot, sickeningly, said I could wear the $10 skirt I bought from BPP for the presentation,&lt;br /&gt;which is SO NOT bloody officewear/formal.&lt;br /&gt;Nice is nice.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT&lt;br /&gt;"Smart office wear (business attire i.e. Males- long sleeve shirts, business pants and tie; females- proper business suits)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know anything yet thinks she know everything.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2134755787628586609?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2134755787628586609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2134755787628586609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2134755787628586609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2134755787628586609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-sneezing-whole-day-till-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1467428097214203308</id><published>2009-05-16T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:40:12.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I cry, that day rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not everytime that it rained, I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1467428097214203308?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1467428097214203308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1467428097214203308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1467428097214203308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1467428097214203308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/everytime-i-cry-that-day-rains.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2611838112630714347</id><published>2009-05-10T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:18:35.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun since friday. TOTALLY. Never felt so happy in such a long time since school has started ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday HA(or HS0901) had a class outing but I didn't go 'cause I had something on that I must do. Besides, I don't really have the intention to go. Don't want to mix around with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night went to MosBurger @ Lot1 for dinner with Baby, Jenn, Huiling, Isaac, Hanfong and JiAn. That JiAn super gan chiong to use his computer. Then we head over to Isaac's house, with Tcheahong, as usual. The guys were playing dota and maple  -.-" And now, apart from talking about dota there will be maple too. And I think got a few times when some particularly no sense human/s linked dota and maple together, I totally went -___________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time Huiling didn't do homework! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathe, decided to do hw but ended up falling asleep. Walked to the living room to switch off the main power, and I was swaying the entire time there. Nearly fell. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night go jog( or should I say, RUN ) with Baby, Huiling, JiAn, JunXian, ShouXian, and Isaac. Damn FUNNY sia, imagine 7 people jogging( OR RUNNING ) together.  Baby was the last 2nd to reach when we were supposed to meet. He ran from home, and he didn't want to walk through Lot1 cause he paiseh bout his attire. HE DAMN CUTE SIA. Then while we were walking towards him near the petrol station, he hid behind the tree. LOL. Huiling that cheeky woman said Baby was a worker at the petrol station 'cause he asked us to meet him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stadium got people, then we jog(RUN) to Isaac's house to put my bag, then at the playground downstairs Isaac's house, waited for Junxian. Ran to brickland road then to Bukit Gombak there. Baby and I were the last. LOL. Oh well. Then met them at the junction and Junxian decided to FLIP HIS WALLET TO DECIDE WHICH DIRECTION TO GO. So jiao right? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to teckwhye, stopped at the first coffee shop and order drinks, but changed to another coffee shop to eat. That JiAn ps us and went home first. The rest of us ate and talked. I mostly listened. But listen is good, cause their topics all very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Stank the entire house with my stench. After bath decided to do hw but too tired, again. I'M SO HARDWORKING OR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;AND AGAIN, I was swaying the entire time while walking to the main computer to switch off the power. Nearly fell also. I'm so sway to be tired to that extend man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG AND NAGGY POST.&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to sway along the way to the living room again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2611838112630714347?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2611838112630714347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2611838112630714347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2611838112630714347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2611838112630714347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-ha-ha-had-so-much-fun-since-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8148426563551348447</id><published>2009-05-05T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:52:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the saddest day since day one of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my baby so much I nearly was in tears during lecture. But no, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;a lecture, and my job is to pay attention to the lecturer. I couldn't though, my mind was with baby the whole time, and I managed to highlight what common sense told me I should highlight, or when I was lucky enough to catch the lecturer's words, I took notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I have been together for 8 months, and still counting. Our sunday together wasn't exactly long, but I had a great time enjoying his company. He went to dota compy, came back with Ash and Sx, then we lunched. I wished I was there, because this time, I can understand, and the stuff that they mentioned about the compy was DAMN HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;The two of them went home I THINK, while we made our way to our special place(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school went to hanfong's cousin's house. GOT DOGGY AND THE DOGGY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY CUTE. I kissed her head and my baby was shocked. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, tried to revise for today's ICA1. ZZZZ i scored a lousy C-, which is kind of expected cause even though I read the slides, it wasn't everything and I AM A COMPUTER IDIOT, no matter how much I'm to read.&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe, ask my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;His past experiences are PROOF OF MY STUPIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab lesson today was slacked. Learned about HTML, which for today's lesson, I knew everything already thanks to my 5 and a half years of blogging. Got a STAR for today's homework.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went AMK Hub with baby, Jenn, hf, and isaac. Watched Friday the 13th. m18(((: My first m18 show and it's with my baby and my good friends! My reactions till nearly every scene since the start of the show were HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what ma? No matter how much Julyn tells us about her boyfriend, what sweet things her boyfriend does for her, I wasn't jealous at all. Surprisingly, but I knew why. I have a sweet boyfriend too, and I have no need to be jealous or to compare. Her boyfriend is her boyfriend, and my boyfriend is my boyfriend. I don't want to compare him to others cause to me he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;already the sweetest that he can be, and I really, couldn't and don't want to ask for anything more. I'm so contented enough. I feel so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, both of us were emo-ing for the same reason. I felt so guilty to make his day a horrible one. But I really wanted best for him. For the first time, I felt I wasn't good enough for him. I wanted him to be happy and receive the best, and I don't mind if I had to take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of my such thought, I made him suffer inside. My heart hurts so bad to know I put him through such heartache when he only wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck being his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cheered up upon talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS SO SWEET TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During break when I received his message telling me to eat, my eyes became wet. I was so sad you know?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of lab lessons, we talked for awhile on msn and HE, AGAIN, WAS SO SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;He made me feel worse for everything that has happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8148426563551348447?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8148426563551348447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8148426563551348447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8148426563551348447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8148426563551348447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-saddest-day-since-day-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8412293188623303556</id><published>2009-05-03T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:51:13.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to cut HAIR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out to play POOL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I started first game.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the longest(or just longest) game I'd played.&lt;br /&gt;Totally no sense of aim. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn saw something disgusting and she wanted to tell everybody.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walk walk and find food with Baby. (forgot to return him his money. SX too of course. Owe him bubble tea money for one week. rofl)&lt;br /&gt;Hais, thinking of food makes me hungrier.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eat anything and waiting for Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how's their dota compy going about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they got into the next round.. ! But will I be able to see him today?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;It's our eighth month anniversary leh!!&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT MONTH LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally gave up on my tutorial questions! Accounting for Assets. Damn, it IS blardy de difficult man. Yesterday Tchea Hong was teaching Isaac the question that I don't know how to do, and I couldn't really understand. Now have to wait for tutor lor. But didn't finish doing my homework makes me feel VERY BU ZI ZAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I don't want to go back NYP.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE FAGGOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8412293188623303556?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8412293188623303556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8412293188623303556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8412293188623303556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8412293188623303556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-went-to-cut-hair-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7684119868109879963</id><published>2009-05-01T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:41:24.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS A JOKE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;people were talking in garena and i stumbled upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"爱你不是两三天"&lt;br /&gt;"四天而已吗。。。"&lt;br /&gt;"最多五天"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7684119868109879963?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7684119868109879963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7684119868109879963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7684119868109879963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7684119868109879963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-joke-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4906907333876474494</id><published>2009-05-01T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:32:09.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so shag. Just done with bathe and I've not really dry my hair!!! But I smell really nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to Isaac's house. There was, Isaac(duh), Jenn, me, Baby, JiAn, Hanfong, Junxian, Shouxian,Huiling and Mak! Jenn made me laughed till I'm damn tired and my throat hurts. Hf another one. JiAn tio bully by Jenn rofl. Baby during dota was shooting vulgarities like no tomorrow. Listen and watch to those whose reactions got alot (like Baby) during dota was damn hilarious man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling was so quiet lor. She doing her hw. So poor thing right? We all having fun while she did her school stuff. ZZZ. and Jenn finished her RJ in time when everyone ends their dota.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I was actually dreaming that after on when everyone heads home, I have Baby to lean on during the train ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mention I feel damn tired right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4906907333876474494?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4906907333876474494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4906907333876474494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4906907333876474494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4906907333876474494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-shag.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5059532521203114838</id><published>2009-04-27T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:05:08.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SfXJbv0Hh1I/AAAAAAAAASA/IfA5bxQoJFg/s1600-h/Photo-0006%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SfXJbv0Hh1I/AAAAAAAAASA/IfA5bxQoJFg/s320/Photo-0006%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387212591564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was not bad. Reached lecture theatre near 1010 - the start of lecture. The whole of last week I have been either on the dot or few minutes late. Back in secondary school I got worms to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Statistics went to the cafe@library. Head back to lecture theatre. Nearly dozed off during lecture. Felt tired all of a sudden man. Understood today's class on microeconomics. Just that I hate drawing graphs.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I hate Maths.&lt;br /&gt;But I see lots of maths stuff in my textbooks that was being taught back in sec4. I gave all my maths knowledge back to MdmPang already. I don't even remember how to use the calculator to count the mean and standard deviation for statistics. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tutorial classroom. Bloody heck freezing in there man. Plus tutor's voice like drug, really made me super sleepy and lethargic. He was like a spoilt radio, kept repeating his words, except that the more he said, the more confused some of the girls got. I wasn't, cause I couldn't really pay attention. I tried, really.&lt;br /&gt;Came out of the room and had a headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CWP cause my baby(boyfriend and NOT real baby),jenn and hf waiting for me man! I like dua sai like that-.-They waited for me for hours sia!!!! But they don't mind waiting cause they go home only zuo bo. GOOD SIA.  Saw Ashley at YCK station. I thought he was tall man. NO la, actually is I short -___________________________________________________________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5059532521203114838?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5059532521203114838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5059532521203114838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5059532521203114838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5059532521203114838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SfXJbv0Hh1I/AAAAAAAAASA/IfA5bxQoJFg/s72-c/Photo-0006%28edit%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6387333946389275602</id><published>2009-04-26T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:18:47.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to go NYP tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;*sits on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;*kicks legs*&lt;br /&gt;*whines*&lt;br /&gt;*(pretends) crying and rub the eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate maths.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like statistics. I don't like microeconomics. I don't like accounting. I don't like the principles of management. I don't like effective communication. I don't like internet&amp;amp;web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. These are all the modules I'll be taking for this sem.&lt;br /&gt;Bascially, in short, I hate school and whatever stuff I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like lectures. I don't like tutorials. I don't like lecture notes and I HATE textbooks. Those, apart from RP students, have to spend bombs on textbooks. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke enough. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Can NYP be like RP and change everything so the only thing we need to bring is our laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONESTLY LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still really very tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was dreaming of going to the toilet. When I woke I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; indeed &lt;/span&gt;really damn f-ing urgent BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I was eating, and this insect dropped into my soup.&lt;br /&gt;It died INSTANTLY and I was damn happy man.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you for dropping into my soup of all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to catch up with my television now. I have not been bonding with it for one week and I bet it miss my attention like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6387333946389275602?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6387333946389275602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6387333946389275602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6387333946389275602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6387333946389275602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-go-nyp-tomorrow-sits-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5169254757191928067</id><published>2009-04-26T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:20:21.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the past, I would know nearly everything/everything.&lt;br /&gt;But it's no longer that way now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be hard to adapt, but that feeling of _  should eventually die away, I hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Evia has turned into baby's and my pictures into jokes. Lols. Really funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY, I can play dota on my own laptop now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5169254757191928067?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5169254757191928067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5169254757191928067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5169254757191928067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5169254757191928067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-past-i-would-know-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4118011260793663440</id><published>2009-04-25T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:10:40.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a super tiring week for me. All of a sudden want me to wake up much earlier than before, then bus and train to school, then go through the daily school routine, I don't know how long I have to take to adapt, after a full 6 months of slacking. The weather is crazy. I'm feeling the heat getting into my head. Sudden high heat, then into the cold classroom, then out again under the sun, then into the cold, it's affecting me. Moreover I haven't been eating cause I didn't have the appetite to eat, though I was hungry. With the lack of sleep, imagine how tired I am. I was on a emotional rollercoaster since two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met up with evia, went to J8 cos Evia wanted to do her stuff. Then head to RP to wait for weeboon,jenn and hanfong! WE WERE LOST THANKS TO ME, THE IDIOT. Evia and I stoned outside of weeboon's classroom, webcam-ed with him and jenn. Jenn showed us her classmates, then hanfong said "hi" to the both of us LOL. Weeboon showed us Joyce cause evia want to see her again, the one who they said look abit like Evia. I was the last one to know ._. but nvm lo. Cause the main char also not me. Walked towards causeway with lots of chatting. Went to Sakae Sushi with weeboon,jenn,evia and hanfong! That was a damn hilarious meal man. It was a really happy time for me. Next wednesday probably another one! But my lesson ends at 3 and not 11 that day ): cause got makeup lessons for the public holiday next friday. screw the school. and tests are coming in soon in a FEW WEEKS TIME. Haven't done my tutorials. I don't know if I must do, but I'll still give it a shot cause better be safe than sorry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now. My eyes are swollen(screw it) and my head is heavy and seemed to be swaying. I need sleep. But I don't seem to get any with the television switched on, and homework to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4118011260793663440?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4118011260793663440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4118011260793663440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4118011260793663440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4118011260793663440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-super-tiring-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4432988333006669774</id><published>2009-04-22T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:52:16.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kept swallowing my tears so I would not cry since 4 plus. I don't want to cry because I'm sick of crying, but crying is now my only way to release my emotions. Stuffs just keep building up in my heart. I don't know myself anymore. I seem to have lose my smile and all I can do is to keep quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4432988333006669774?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4432988333006669774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4432988333006669774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4432988333006669774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4432988333006669774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kept-swallowing-my-tears-so-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-841513708115679404</id><published>2009-04-21T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:15:32.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE SCHOOL FROM 9 TO 11 TMR. DONT JEALOUS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally school started. Yesterday I was quite a loner cause I didn't turn up for one and a half day of orientation, and my class has already like, bonded. But it's okay, today was much better. But I still prefer to hang out with Regent de people. At least I think we are normal f3.&lt;br /&gt;Friday going to Isaac's house. I think it's a superb idea(which is mine. tyty rofl) to hang out every friday. At least we still keep in contact and and like, erm, update each other on our lives right? Which reminds me, I WANNA GO RP CAUSE BABY AND JENN ARE THERE!!!!!! ): AND JENN TOLD ME GOT GIRL FROM HER CLASS SAY MY BABY HANDSOME SIA. SMELL THE VINEGAR IN THE AIR MAN... I want to box the girl sia. Careful don't let me know how she looks like or she going to get the daylights out of me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt; HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND!! HNG!!!&lt;br /&gt;but thankyou to Jenn lo.. she told her Baby's attached! NANI NANI POO POO.I tell you hor young woman,careful or I'll shove two toes up your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really tired now. Had little sleep yesterday night and I practically used up all my energy today. Lucky school tmr is on for 2 hours.. Can't wait for friday so I can see the rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-841513708115679404?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/841513708115679404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=841513708115679404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/841513708115679404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/841513708115679404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-school-from-9-to-11-tmr_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4949292596593695890</id><published>2009-04-19T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:49:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm turning emo again because school starts tomorrow. I'm a loner-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel I don't need to school nor new friends. Like I'm contented to be with Baby and my current friends. I didn't want yesterday to end, cause being with Baby makes me happy and I can laugh, being with him makes me forget stuff easily that I try hard to forget. But being like that ties him down. I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years shall pass as quick as how secondary school life has come and go. And then, maybe I shall decide that I'm no longer suitable for studying. Then I shall start working and hate work ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4949292596593695890?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4949292596593695890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4949292596593695890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4949292596593695890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4949292596593695890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-turning-emo-again-because-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8151958776125234162</id><published>2009-04-18T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:06:33.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today! Went to FarEast and Bugis with weeboon(:&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I LU CHI, made baby and me walk rounds in different places before we decided to take the mrt to our destination(Bugis,City Hall, Lavender). Walk until my feet seemed to be floating now....&lt;br /&gt;And Baby was super sweet; despite having his own stuff to take, he helped to carry mine too.(:&lt;br /&gt;It was heavy, and I wanted to help but he said NO): HEART PAIN SIA YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Far East first. Both of us bought our bags from the same shop. EXPENSIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;and i love baby's new bag, till I want to carry it myself XD I still insist on carrying it even though the weight was hurting my back, and I really dont wanna him to take all the stuff and I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 37, 79);"&gt;Peninsula&lt;/span&gt;. He bought ________ (x&lt;br /&gt;AND I THOUGHT PENINSULA WAS AT LAVENDER. ROFLMAO. I SO IDIOT RIGHT. LUCKY BABY WASN'T ANGRY.HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;THEN I THOUGHT CAN WALK TO ________ FROM __________ AND I MADE US WALKED FOR SO LONG. I'M SO EVIL. THE SUN WAS GETTING INTO OUR BRAIN TOO.WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis Street and we went on a shopping spree. I spent loads, omg, don't know where the money came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time while we were out, we were constantly looking for food man. HAHA. AND we were hungry pigs(more of baby.haha. cause he has a huge stomach capacity). We went crazy over this bread thingy from BreadTalk, that has NACHO'S CHEESE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BABY'S BAG.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NACHO'S CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHOPPING WITH BABY.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WEEBOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8151958776125234162?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8151958776125234162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8151958776125234162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8151958776125234162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8151958776125234162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-went-to-fareast-and-bugis-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6299864112960699055</id><published>2009-04-17T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:08:14.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a koala bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a poly student cause it sucked being one. I should have failed 'O's and retained in regent. At least I've my friends and not alienated. I feel normal and can keep my sanity going. I was wrong to think it's cool to be studying on a poly campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was yesterday and today but I left halfway yesterday and did not attend today's. Well, I left at around 1.30. Does that count that as half of the day, between 8am and 6pm? Anyway, wanna know reason, ask me personally. The only person who knows is my weeboon(: If you ask him and you lucky, he will tell. If not, then ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going crazy seriously while I was at NYP yesterday. I shall say "NYP" and not my school due to some OBVIOUS reasons. I was losing my sanity at a rapid rate. I thought of Baby to keep myself going, as well as HL,Jenn etc,those who I usually hang out with after the O's. I don't know how to describe my classmates. I knew NO ONE please and some of them got attitude problem MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. Baby used the word ALIENATED and now I'm copying from him. Monday is a heavy day( from 9 or 10 to 6pm), and a lunch break in between, and I have a hunch I will be going solo. Wed and fri's the best. Wed's only 2 hours of school, which means I can play, and friday ends at 12pm(:&lt;br /&gt;actually not lonely. OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ER, CLASSROOMS? ARE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE-INGLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6299864112960699055?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6299864112960699055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6299864112960699055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6299864112960699055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6299864112960699055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-koala-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5179079023407045270</id><published>2009-04-14T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:31:00.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有好多话要说，但说了也是白说。&lt;br /&gt;心情很乱，我要的，却开不了口。&lt;br /&gt;我只懂，如果没得到想要的，一开学，一定会后悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，时间好像已经不足了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5179079023407045270?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5179079023407045270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5179079023407045270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5179079023407045270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5179079023407045270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2925889093471818145</id><published>2009-04-14T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:55:26.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.i dont wanna go back RH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2925889093471818145?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2925889093471818145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2925889093471818145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2925889093471818145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2925889093471818145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4182882129141287311</id><published>2009-04-14T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:20:01.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天终于去了KBOX！ 心情不好，所以把不开心的发泄在歌上，唱了个痛快，喉咙也要破了&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;只是今天唱到特别的OMG.&lt;br /&gt;难听死。&lt;br /&gt;VOICEＣＯＮＴＲＯＬ在哪里！？&lt;br /&gt;随便，反正心里面感觉比较舒服多了。尤其是收到了&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;亲爱的&lt;/span&gt;简讯（：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慧玲（名字没错吧？！）想学跳舞，我也想！！！&lt;br /&gt;知道  J-  学HIPHOP,好羡慕！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊， 好像睡觉。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4182882129141287311?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4182882129141287311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4182882129141287311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4182882129141287311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4182882129141287311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/kbox.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-9130318271086424836</id><published>2009-04-12T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:38:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;爱一个人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果你不爱一个人，请放手，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;好让别人有机会爱她。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果你爱的人放弃了你，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;请放开自己，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;好让自己有机会爱别人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;有的东西你再喜欢也不会属于你的，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;有的东西你再留恋也注定要放弃的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;人生中有许多种，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;但别让自己为一种伤害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;有些缘分是注定要失去的，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;有些缘分是永远都不会有好结果的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;爱一个人不一定要拥有，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;但拥有一个人就一定要好好的去爱她。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;男人哭了是因为他真的爱了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;女人哭了是因为她真的放弃了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果真诚是一种伤害，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;我选择谎言；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果谎言一种伤害，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;我选择沉默；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果沉默是一种伤害，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;我选择离开；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果失去是苦，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;你会怕不怕付出?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果迷乱是苦，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;你会不会选择结束?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果追求是苦,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;你会不会选择执迷不悟 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;如果分离是苦,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;你要向谁倾诉，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;好多事情都是后来才看清楚。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;好多事情当时一点也不觉得苦!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;***爱&amp;amp;缘分***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;１.她無聊時陪她〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;２.她難過時安慰她〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;３.男生要主動點〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;４.多約女友出去〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;５.不能讓女友主動約〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;６.讓她每天都開心愉快〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;７.要好好對待女友〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;８.順從女友的意〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;９.不要讓她傷心難過〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;１０.當她被欺負要立刻去保護她〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;１１.不要隱瞞女友事情〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;１２.不能背叛女友〃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，在爱情里面，不能单单只有男的付出，女的也不例外。如果只靠一个人的努力，感情会是很难维持下去。&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我自己开始弱了。我不知道何时才会做个最好的女友。我听着 “妥协”，感触非常的多，泪也不禁掉了。不是我要伤心，只是这首歌让我想起了你，想起了我们，让我想起了我们从开始就经历所有的障碍。我知道我对别人来说，这样子，实在是很笨，笨到笨不了。我再努力，还是觉得带给你的烦、伤、气、失望比乐的更多。亲爱的，这星期的我，做了个很失败的女朋友。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-9130318271086424836?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9130318271086424836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=9130318271086424836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/9130318271086424836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/9130318271086424836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-trying-too-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4305787931859731708</id><published>2009-04-12T11:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:02:59.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4-5's bbq yesterday, and I went(*gasps*! But not surprised._.). I don't wanna say much, but I had to say I enjoyed it. 4-5 is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; nice class to be with. Wah, EVERYONE all joke and very open and very together. I don't see one group, one group, another group, one here, one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not discriminating my own class! I love 4-9. 4-9 is good too. &lt;span&gt;But the difference is that up till sec4, there are cliques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the time when Mr Teo pointed out the different groups and the "character" of each of the groups. The different cliques start to open up to each other more in the beginning in sec4. I was first in Mie2 and the gang's group. After OBS, closed to Evia then Sufei and Honyee etc. End of sec4 after prelims onwards, with Jenn,wenwei,binghan,huiling, isaac etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what ma?! I think I have classmates whom I have never speak to before in my upper secondary school life. So omg right. Just one or two people bah. LOL. I also did shout at 1 or 2 friends, because I was being upset or people are being unreasonable, which totally pissed me off esp if it concerns my girl-friend, close or not. So NOT a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;AND! I can give you a name of somebody who has been bullying me and I've shouted at. We were at "loggerheads" right from sec1, and, sadly enough, till now. HAH. I know if you are reading this, you know who you are. But what makes the my world goes round has to be how we are behaving towards each other for the past years. Oh well. I love you(:&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'm not tired of talking bout us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really want to go kbox after hearing singing yesterday night. I want to dedicate the song “妥协” to weeboon(he very 屁股 啦！ he said what i like, he wont like. Very what hor!). I have been listening to it nonstop. My singing is not good, so I'm trying to perfect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4305787931859731708?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4305787931859731708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4305787931859731708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4305787931859731708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4305787931859731708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-5s-bbq-yesterday-and-i-wentgasps-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7964416404979595928</id><published>2009-04-12T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:25:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;真的真的很不舒服。。。！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a total retard. I feel so uncomfortable and I'm swaying(my head esp) uncontrollably, till a tear dropped. I think I yawned, but I cannot remember, despite being only a few minutes. I really, cannot, remember. I'm not in the right and good state to remember stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我现在好冷好冷！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7964416404979595928?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7964416404979595928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7964416404979595928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7964416404979595928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7964416404979595928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-total-retard.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2454396070403775425</id><published>2009-04-11T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:03:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/AEcgylRgRj/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/AEcgylRgRj/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; 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That's what I have been feeling the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2454396070403775425?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2454396070403775425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2454396070403775425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2454396070403775425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2454396070403775425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuo-xie-album-hua-hu-die-artist-jolin.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1750356267938062490</id><published>2009-04-09T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:54:30.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zap zap zap. I'm tired and hungry again. I think I should buy a fridge and stock up food in my bedroom. Better if television, stove, washing machine and toilet are added. I will live in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ I hate Maple's Omega Sector. I was soooooo stupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddd to use the free ticket to ludibrium and now i have to spend 30k to go back to Victoria. WASTE MY TIME AND MONEY. What's worst is that I'd just missed the ride back to Victoria and now I have to wait again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________________________________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby says if I can last in maple for half a month, he will give me 5mil mesos. Initially, one month for 10 mil. -.- PSST  **************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to 揭穿 his action in maple. He cop stuff from me when apparently, I'm actually the beggar who need more mesos and stuffs then him. HAHA. But, well, he learnt from me. Cause in Dota's version of maple(and thanks to it I'm back in maple wth) I cop stuff from him. And it's ALOT. He only cop one 毛 compared to the alot 毛s I cop from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really hungry la!!! I'm thinking of blueberry cake. Milo. Cheesecake. Instant noodles. KFC's chicken yum yum. I haven't finish my margar_ _ _. Nevermind. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a nocturnal human. I suck living in the day and sleeping at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with another week and half to school term! So NOT looking forward to it. I think when I get married, I'll be more suitable to be a tai tai than go out to work and support family, and this time, NO withdrawing of my own money!! Aiya, I'll ask my hubby to stop working and enjoy life with me. But I also want money to constantly roll into our pockets. No need to drop from the sky. I'll just choose the first one 'cause not so 夸张。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1750356267938062490?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1750356267938062490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1750356267938062490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1750356267938062490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1750356267938062490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/zap-zap-zap.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1180841958186829476</id><published>2009-04-07T01:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:27:59.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To : my lover.</title><content type='html'>Hi, asdjajdpadajsdasgdb cqjepujASuyd jspaisfhapdf ujpauwpuj. Figure what it stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. It's after 1 AM and I'm still wide awake! I don't think I can survive once school starts.&lt;br /&gt;zzz. Before even school officially starts I'm already hating the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;Really don't wanna travel all the way to Yio Chu Kang everyday just for stupid lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore travelling will cost a 13517501253121253988125312469230$ bomb.&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;I have not done my tertiary ez-link card yet.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY LAPTOP!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school haven't send the configuration stuff to Asiapac Fujitsu yet(I think) because up till now, I have received no, I repeat, NO calls from them. It's driving me crazy man. I want to play L4D in my own bedroom and DOTA without having the comp shut down on me everytime(It doesn't now,though)! Gee, I feel like kicking my PC( even though I've done it before out of rage).&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in maple, and I'm guessing it's got to do with my darn PC, that my maple is lagging like shit thank you very much. I do chicken-feet quests and have to take hour(s) to complete because the monsters practically hang in there but I still can move(not hit though)! Make me sooo dulan I alt tab and do other stuff. Let my character in maple rot at that same spot. Won't die also 'cause I doing noob quests relating to noob monsters.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling anger and sadness for the past 2 days. DON'T wanna talk about them. Actually, I forgot what I was feeling angry or sad about, BUT I know these days were HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby alot...&lt;br /&gt;The next three years will be an ordeal for us.&lt;br /&gt;And further another 2 years down the road, he'll be serving his NS.&lt;br /&gt;If people can be secondary school sweet hearts,&lt;br /&gt;and last,&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can last too.&lt;br /&gt;The first few months of each of the 2 ordeals will be hard to cope, but I know things will turn out good and stronger for the both of us. Time can tear two people apart, however, it does bring two people closer too(:&lt;br /&gt;I'll have faith and I believe my baby does have it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to him, I've made friends with people from the same batch, friends I have never thought that I would be friends with. I finally feel like I belong. And, well, I don't have to say, you can guess who are these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my boy alot. I wanna share a feature of him that makes me fall in love with him even more, but I'm scared once I said it out and girls start noticing that certain feature, they will start falling in love with him and I will have 情敌！LOL. yeah. So I will have that special aspect of him all to myself to 欣赏(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I do wish that there's a delete button in my life. So whenever unhappy stuffs happen, I can press "Delete", and I'll be happy again. But this is life. There is no "delete". And because there is no delete button, it made me hate life at some point of time. But luckily, I have a pillar of support. LimWeeBoon(: He's the special one, apart from friends and family, that I know I can truly lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, I haven't type such a wordy post for such a long time. I think my standard of english has deteriorated too. Oh well.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb I went to lib last week with YL. We saw these two birdies inside the shopping centre outside the LIBRARY. Flew in the shopping centre, center of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;连鸟也会享受.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFX0O3UiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-1_dhww4Km0/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFX0O3UiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-1_dhww4Km0/s320/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321642185151959586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at 1.55am. I'm one of these last few nocturnal humans wide awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFYAdI_-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nm7gznNYTjU/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFYAdI_-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nm7gznNYTjU/s320/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321642188433063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFYIRc8XI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HW1hHFwDYnI/s1600-h/Picture-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFYIRc8XI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HW1hHFwDYnI/s320/Picture-1.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321642190531522930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav. pic of all time!&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture so much I practically plastered it everywhere(:&lt;br /&gt;Got another one too, but this one is the best. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos people. I shall find something else to do now.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.14 now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1180841958186829476?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1180841958186829476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1180841958186829476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1180841958186829476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1180841958186829476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-asdjajdpadajsdasgdb-cqjepujasuyd.html' title='To : my lover.'/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SdpFX0O3UiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-1_dhww4Km0/s72-c/DSC01681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7388195655845834960</id><published>2009-04-04T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:47:43.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's there means it's there. There are some things that unless you remove it, it will continue to stay. If you don't, then that's that. I don't want to stand any nonsense that really pissed me off. I mean, GET A LIFE. All these months it's a total 好心没好报. Waste my time and I get this kind of shit. Give me a break la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna 发泄.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good and start thinking straight and proper again once I get over all of these.zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what really further drives my horrible mood is having a piece of junk as comp(I was having mega kill and shit it, had to shut down on me) and AN ULCER AND GUM PAIN, both on the lower portion of mouth. MAN. It's so hard to eat, I eat even slower than my current grandma's pace. I'll start to learn to ignore pain and work fast. Good old Pamela. Always thinking for ownself.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't care me. The annoyance of the comp and pain, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; jerk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; who really feel like they own and that their feelings are the only thing that matter in the whole wide world to everyone, are getting into my head and I just need to go to sleep. Like seriously. Go to sleep and wake, feeling good all over again. Well, I don't think I will be sucessful this time lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7388195655845834960?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7388195655845834960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7388195655845834960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7388195655845834960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7388195655845834960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-there-means-its-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1012788180631507659</id><published>2009-04-04T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:55:48.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was me and baby's 7th month! HOHOHO.We head to Bugis Street to find bags. Actually most of the time we were eating instead. At BJ there saw wedding dresses and photographs and wah, I was wondering when I can get married lor. When I do I will invite ALLLL those who usually hang out at Isaac's house.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to Isaac's house at night. Went for dinner at 302 with baby, Mak and SX. zzz. Baby and Mak (and sx) were talking bout dota(as usual) and this certain person keep spewing lots of vulgarities(both got say but one said exceptionally LOTS). Don' t need say can guess bah?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest were already at Iz's house. There's this period of time when the atmosphere was really "frightening". Jenn screamed and her horrified face really scared the wits outta me cause it reminds me of my own past screaming experiences.Bloody crap. LOLS. Then we talked(mostly I listened) and when it's time to leave, I very 不舍得! 11 of us squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed into the lift when the max number of people is actually lesser than that number ROFL. Baby sent me home. CRAP. all my fault that he had to walk back to Isaac's house. Ask him turn back or take cab, he still walk. And that Mak still laughed. 哼。大便。&lt;br /&gt;But. AIYA, so 心痛！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now dota-ed (solo cause I still trying to play better!) but my dang comp keep bloody hell !@#%^(&amp;amp;* shut down on me!!! So angry I used my small bolster and hit the computer screen. screw you computer. May you eat the shit from one end of the world to the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out with baby and those peeps again. I got flower legs and the flowers are blooming beautifully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1012788180631507659?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1012788180631507659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1012788180631507659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1012788180631507659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1012788180631507659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-was-me-and-babys-7th-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1023927928419242820</id><published>2009-04-02T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:35:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.I've been smiling to myself for quite some time now. I don't know why. Maybe I'm "enlightened!" Aiya,don't know what. Thing is,................................. nvm. I don't know what to say also.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,stupid nyl go swimming, I have to wait for her go library! I also want go swim swim~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel retard! *jump jump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POWERS OF WATERMELON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1023927928419242820?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1023927928419242820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1023927928419242820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1023927928419242820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1023927928419242820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2220293275079566850</id><published>2009-03-31T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:14:27.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. Did went out . Don't want to type grandmother's stories on them. I'm just bored out of my own pui-nny mind.&lt;br /&gt;OMG don't know what to say liao. I'm just totally bored for the third time. Just wanna show I'm stil alive,well and kicking (and boxing and shouting rofl.) ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a boring life. But I'm enjoying it. I feel like a tai tai except I must withdraw my own money WTF(ish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2220293275079566850?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2220293275079566850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2220293275079566850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2220293275079566850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2220293275079566850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2545718959293520691</id><published>2009-03-25T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:27:23.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to blog about. I think I'm starting to lose this blog again, or plainly is that my life is as boring as shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been going to the library,borrowing books and trying to finish them within a week. I'm waiting for the Asiapac thing to call me to settle my order for laptop. I watch tv. I listen to music online. I eat,sleep and play and talk. I don't play dota now, maybe next time. I'm bored to tears. I feel like going to high class restaurants to eat but I have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a new phone. Either &lt;em&gt;Sony Ericsson Idou&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;LG Cyon Whiskey&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;LG Prada 2, &lt;/em&gt;provided &lt;em&gt;LG Cyon Whiskey&lt;/em&gt; really will exist in the NEAR future and &lt;em&gt;Sony Ericsson Idou&lt;/em&gt; to come out in early July and doesn't cost a thousand bucks. I don't have a thousand bucks. But first in line would be &lt;em&gt;Sony Ericsson Idou&lt;/em&gt;! Pretty pretty thing with a TWELVE POINT ONE megapix camera. That explains the thousand bucks I guess? &gt;.&lt; &lt;em&gt;SE Idou&lt;/em&gt; is twice as much..&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2545718959293520691?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2545718959293520691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2545718959293520691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2545718959293520691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2545718959293520691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3607715128031733952</id><published>2009-03-21T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:15:28.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really miss weeboon. Will he be reading this? Baby, message me when you see this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sobbing without tears in the middle of the night TODAY. More of, around 5 to 6 plus in the morning today? Was so sad. Had a bad dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally  ordered my laptop online. ASIAPAC/FUJITSU FASTER VALIDATE MY ONLINE ORDER AND CALL ME! I want to play dota or l4d on my OWN comp. Initially I could even play dota, but my keyboard is not even working now. Pissed the load out of me. Can't wait to get a new keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I hope to change my computer screen to a TV soon! BTW, I said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for dinner with relatives(daddy's side) yesterday night and tonight. Gugu's going back to taiwan tomorrow with her husband, except it wasn't entirely together. Both of them are taking different flights back at different timings. So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm tired. Lots of love to my one and only boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3607715128031733952?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3607715128031733952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3607715128031733952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3607715128031733952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3607715128031733952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-miss-weeboon.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4688401347519293180</id><published>2009-03-18T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:58:34.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a subsitute for the time being to make up the emptiness I'm feeling. My bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4688401347519293180?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4688401347519293180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4688401347519293180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4688401347519293180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4688401347519293180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-subsitute-for-time-being-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6242691201830724314</id><published>2009-03-18T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:18:42.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm juggling between 2 computers right now. Damn my own keyboard. SCREW YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'm going back to Regent on friday. for tkd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss pearline and shirlynn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can't fight anymore.omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If possible I would like to perform on the stage once more for TKD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6242691201830724314?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6242691201830724314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6242691201830724314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6242691201830724314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6242691201830724314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-juggling-between-2-computers-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7845899330267615077</id><published>2009-03-17T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:07:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm selfish for feeling like that, but I'm sorry, I really can't help it. I feel sad. Truly I am.&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'll be able to sleep well tonight. So is the following night. And the next. The next too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll find stuffs to do to keep myself occupy for the next few days. I promise... I'll not be able to bring myself to message you, knowing what is happening around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7845899330267615077?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7845899330267615077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7845899330267615077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7845899330267615077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7845899330267615077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-im-selfish-for-feeling-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2191967147216051535</id><published>2009-03-16T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:48:14.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think, I'm now much more attached to my dearest boyfriend. It seems like, I have really insufficient time to spend with him. Besides, time is running short. We're not even in the same school. It will be tough for us from the day school reopens.. I love my boy.alot alot alot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he came my house again. LOLS.I dota-ed while he sat beside me. He guided me and I won my first round. The last round I didn't win, 'cause I was concentrating on something/someone instead. Couldn't take my eyes off. I felt crazy. And my baby knows about it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night played left4dead with baby and brother.OMG. It practically was a total retard. I kept shooting baby cause he always walk and stand in front of me to shoot! -.- I nearly went bonkers seriously. Then he left the game cause got probs.... My and my brother fooled around spamming witches and tanks and boomers. rofl. wish baby was there in the fun with us.... Next time, alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I already have started missing him.  My heart ache la! and i am so mushy.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2191967147216051535?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2191967147216051535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2191967147216051535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2191967147216051535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2191967147216051535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-now-much-more-attached-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3567323142441583056</id><published>2009-03-14T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:39:59.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so tired I got no mood to do anything or eat.ZZZ what's this? my routine?-.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's see........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days ago,Jo picked me up from my house. She DROVED, first to SunPlaza for her friend,then back to her house. zzz.Jockey kept barking at me,and licked me all over. So I sorta smelt like Jockey...except the face! LUCKY ME. After that Jockey kept barking at me like crazy, I nearly cried.haha Then she drove us to Rachel's house for CENTURY EGG PORRIDGE.lols. Grandma cooked it at Jo's and my request.lols.how nice right? We slacked for a while before Jo dropped me off at SembMrt station.LOLS. So I had to make my way back.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That night dota-ed.Was so funny.Killed my first hero without help.But then.... It's not entirely based of my own efforts.Creeps.But still, I felt good(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went to RP with baby. Then went to cut hair with him and sx. Now I love my hair,though to people,may not see the difference.My mom said "Got difference meh??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that head to limbang for some reasons. Baby and me bought Mac takeaway and he fed me all the way from limbang to cck.So sweet right?Then met the guys.I feel extra lor,like seriously. Went to Suntec for the IT thing. Baby want find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; to buy you know.hahah. Walked till I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;(Counted from 3 to 4 to 5) blisters on both of my feet,thank you very much. That night dota-ed again.Burst my blisters. Had problems sleeping because the darn blisters.Turn right, OW. Turn left,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; OW&lt;/span&gt;. Fell asleep eventually, though I'm not sure how long I took..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now bro asked me if i wanna go swimming,and I said no.And he said I should start swimming if not one day, I will be allergic to chlorine water. wth? Then said,why not play bball? I said " NO? Would I be allergic to basketball then? No RIGHT? -.- " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY,my mom talking to cousin Alvin about school's configuration cos I'm going to the same school as him(: I hoped to get my laptop soon.ORDER ONLINE.PATIENCE IS RUNNING OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3567323142441583056?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3567323142441583056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3567323142441583056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3567323142441583056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3567323142441583056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-so-tired-i-got-no-mood-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-363763211777504119</id><published>2009-03-11T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:32:48.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: im blogging beside my boy.&lt;div&gt;he helping me see the specs for the different notebooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM still in a dilemma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-363763211777504119?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/363763211777504119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=363763211777504119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/363763211777504119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/363763211777504119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-blogging-beside-my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2314457313641677923</id><published>2009-03-10T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:51:44.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello! I'm a bad blogger,like,seriously!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went to the library at BPP with yonglynn.ZZZZZ. She made me walked all the way from my house to the shopping centre under the rain(and my umbrella is with my boy,so I used my mom's one,but it's weak like shit),and know how cold it is ma!? AHAHA. But at least I went to the library,FINALLY,to borrow books. Got 7,and I've finished one in less than a day(if combine the hours together).Not bad for someone who has stopped reading like a million years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm in a huge dilemma. Fujitsu S6420 or T1010(Tablet PC)????!? I would like the Tablet PC cause I'm really into those writing or drawing in computer(hence I got tablet for my own computer but the oh-so-loyal it practically grew old on me,and something's wrong with the tablet's pen!!!),and I'd sometimes prefer writing notes instead of typing(as what I reckon NOW,not sure in future).BUT THEN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL THE SPECS FOR THE TABLET PC IS NOT AS GOOD AS S6420??and it's like,I also want to get this notebook BECAUSE it's much better.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE T1010 WITH THE SPECS OF S6420&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I can't have everything right? hais....... I go read my book better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wanna have a change of hairstyle.nothing that will make my hair look like broomstick again.Maybe just some extra short hair ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2314457313641677923?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2314457313641677923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2314457313641677923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2314457313641677923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2314457313641677923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-hello-im-bad-bloggerlikeseriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-30894737022973076</id><published>2009-03-04T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:06:28.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but never mind about that. The thing is,I went to campus superstar3 website,and *click,click,click*,came onto (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Imm&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Khim's&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCS&lt;/span&gt;1) personal blog and read her previous months post(for some certain reasons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;),when I stumbled onto the thing that helped her to remember the "methane,ethane,propane,butane,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pentane&lt;/span&gt;" :&lt;br /&gt;My(methane)&lt;br /&gt;Elephant(ethane)&lt;br /&gt;Pang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;(propane)&lt;br /&gt;But(butane)&lt;br /&gt;Pee(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pentane&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read it,I remember the scene of hearing &lt;em&gt;the way &lt;/em&gt;that my boy and his friends remembered this chem stuff,and laughed. I mean, h&lt;em&gt;ow can relate chem to such stuff ..?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was totally feeling nuts just now. I had nothing to do, and when I say I've nothing to do I mean NOTHING TO DO. So,the only thing I can do,is watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; right? But then..... my mom want to sleep(so I couldn't stay in her room and watch) and my brother who can MULTI-TASK REALLY WELL, watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; in the living room while doing homework.Left the oh-so-pathetic me to find something else to do.But again,like I've said, I HAVE NOTHING TO DO !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was me and my boy's 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month anniversary.How,time,flies! We have only got another anniversary left where we could celebrate together the whole day.Then further on,school's on!&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I'm not keen to go school &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I'm in the total slacker's mood already.But I'm craving to go back to Regent and do something.Maybe go disturb the sickening security guard(if he,that certain &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; idiot one is still there),go wreck his little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lovehouse&lt;/span&gt;" at the entrance there.AND, SUDDENLY,again, I really appreciate the homework that teachers gave to me,us,in secondary school. I mean,at least we have something to do instead of wasting time around right ?! I really wish homework(hopefully biology, my favourite !) would pop up right in front of me.I don't mind spending the whole night to complete it,so long as I've &lt;em&gt;something to do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night when I couldn't sleep,I got up and read my lower sec personal school diary. I noticed that I kept complaining about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LKK&lt;/span&gt;(ROFL),but apart from that,there was nothing much,just stuff about school life. Was so pissed and disappointed in the way she teaches.BUT,it's okay! She gave the whole of the class good memories and something to complain about during free time.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*abrupt stop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sayonara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-30894737022973076?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/30894737022973076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=30894737022973076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/30894737022973076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/30894737022973076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4209056207762486767</id><published>2009-02-28T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:46:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from CCK.Went to watch "Marley and Me" with family.It was a touching show.Really taught me stuff,made me feel,made me remember about reality.Like,how scared I felt to lose a love one,especially those whom I treasure alot.Well,I wanted to sms,turn to someone due to the feelings that hit me,but then....never mind.&lt;br /&gt;At least the movie had made me laugh,brought me away from reality for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,I ate VERY LITTLE during the daytime.If it's the past me,I would have starved badly and be complaining of the lack of food,but the amount I ate today was , more than enough actually.My stomach didn't want to receive any food because my brain had brainwashed it with overwhelming emotions.So,screw you brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man,the lightning just strike at the corner of my eye.I can be scared of the lightning and thunder at night,and at this period of time,I do need a companion ever so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,today I dota-ed again.Nearly won,even though it was vs AI(easy).But for ME, it's an achievement! Initally had broken into the other base already,BUT then,I died-.- And I had to wait for slightly over one minute.Then by the time I can start killing again,MY base under attack-.-THEN,when things start looking up for me again,my old-so-loyal computer shut down on me.Cannot stand such an idiot,so I went to watch tv after an "AIYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ~~!"&lt;br /&gt;This is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire noon working on the stuff that I started 7 to 8 days ago.Finally it's near completion,but it's kind of hard to work on the last segment.zzzz.oh well.maybe I should just burn it in the wastepaper basket.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I'm not going to waste the efforts I did just to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now.I didn't sleep much yesterday night.Had to catch on with my beauty sleep.My panda eyes are showing .. !!! @#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a good night sleep will make me forget stuff.I hope it will.For now,after the hurting sms-es,I really don't want to talk to anybody.At least,just for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: don't anyhow think about what's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;,I love Hershey's Cookies and Creme,just like how my special one loves it too.&lt;/em&gt;I was craving for chocolate because when I'm sad,I normally turn to chocolates,and the best and greatest chocolate saver would be Hershey's cookies and creme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4209056207762486767?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4209056207762486767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4209056207762486767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4209056207762486767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4209056207762486767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-cck.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5025260813680460523</id><published>2009-02-27T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:14:44.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>本小姐今天心情真的很不好。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还以为，只是一点点的触感不会让自己哭，谁知道，眼泪一掉就很难停。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel like going to CCK Park all of a sudden, just to walk around and enjoy the peace that the park offers.I do need it now,and alone.I don't wanna cry anymore-I need comfort;I'm just feeling so heartbroken I couldn't concentrate on any slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;I...wanna feel nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5025260813680460523?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5025260813680460523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5025260813680460523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5025260813680460523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5025260813680460523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/really-feel-like-going-to-cck-park-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6648881196778441725</id><published>2009-02-26T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:54:31.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no 前途 in dota lor.&lt;br /&gt;If I play I can have no ending,&lt;br /&gt;or within a mere 3 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;my head will kena pwned.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've set a new record.&lt;br /&gt;Within 40mins I died only twice.&lt;br /&gt;But to people out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;confirm&lt;/em&gt; this is noob.&lt;br /&gt;But at least today is not 白dota-ed.&lt;br /&gt;I can farm better I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, noob 就是noob.&lt;br /&gt;I play until nearly point middle finger&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*(@&lt;br /&gt;Actually,I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hand out(sub-consciously) already,but fingers did the wrong sign.&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Even point middle finger also CANNOT MAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I tried my best and the whole game lasted for about 70mins.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself being real good in dota in a millenium.&lt;br /&gt;And brother and me play,also tio owned.&lt;br /&gt;AIYA.WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;First time play DOTA and already I see myself no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I'VE DEDICATED AN ENTIRE POST TO DOTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6648881196778441725?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6648881196778441725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6648881196778441725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6648881196778441725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6648881196778441725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-no-in-dota-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2074428758293152529</id><published>2009-02-24T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:48:31.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Cini with baby,Jenn,Huiling,Mak,JunXian,Ken,ShouXian,Ji,Isaac and TcheaHong. Watched "Role Models",which is nc16.Anyway,I think that show being rated nc16 is total bullshit...Should be M18? CENSORED SIA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head to Clarke Quay after the movie.Had dinner there.It was like so romantic @ CQ ??? Next time when I'm to be proposed,I hope to be on one of the boats at CQ there.rofl.I really know how to dream big.Then we had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JunXian's house.PLayed mahjong.On winning streak,but only because I was sitting at the really lucky place.I could have won last round but stupid baby held on to my "SI TONG" !#$%&amp;amp;* lols.aiya ...!&lt;br /&gt;Head home.So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Baby came to my house.Played left4dead.LOLS.He keep dying.Then I was like,"want use cheats not." He don't want.Hahaha I'm sucha spoil sport.Anyway,even though he was playing,the one feeling anxious was me.HAHAH! Then when he finally made it to the boat to escape,he died lor.&lt;br /&gt;.____________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like,the boat's in view but he died while chionging there.OMG.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight don't need sleep liao.Close eyes will think of that and I'll be laughing away instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2074428758293152529?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2074428758293152529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2074428758293152529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2074428758293152529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2074428758293152529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-went-to-cini-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7408332687686125733</id><published>2009-02-19T17:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:22:14.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random pictures.found something to do to keep my mind occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0ivJG26oI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UfAMA2_bRoY/s1600-h/CNY2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304434129406192258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0ivJG26oI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UfAMA2_bRoY/s320/CNY2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! CNY Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iu42pslI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b-j8Mq0N3cE/s1600-h/CNY2009+0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304434125043249746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iu42pslI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b-j8Mq0N3cE/s320/CNY2009+0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRO&amp;amp;ME.Do we look alike?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iTx5TJdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/eCga-LwcoaY/s1600-h/Cameralbum+DEC31-07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433659318838738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iTx5TJdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/eCga-LwcoaY/s320/Cameralbum+DEC31-07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before my 15th birthday.Celebrated&lt;br /&gt;with Nessa,Mie2 and Ger @ a playground&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iT6aeMLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w3N3W6Q-yiM/s1600-h/Cameralbum+DEC08-07+6226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433661605458098" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iT6aeMLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w3N3W6Q-yiM/s320/Cameralbum+DEC08-07+6226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME WHEN I WAS 3.@ SYDNEY.&lt;br /&gt;MY 姑姑 PUSHING ME PRAM.&lt;br /&gt;NO IDEA WHY WE MET AT SYDNEY.&lt;br /&gt;OH,SHE STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iTrA84nI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qVzCn-drB_0/s1600-h/Cameralbum+DEC08-07+6229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433657471885938" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iTrA84nI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qVzCn-drB_0/s320/Cameralbum+DEC08-07+6229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM A KINDERGARDEN GRADUATE!&lt;br /&gt;My background no picture.special eh?&lt;br /&gt;Because last time I came down with chicken pox,&lt;br /&gt;so missed the photo-taking with class.&lt;br /&gt;AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iTmA_ssI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EEy08V0RcZA/s1600-h/Cameralbum+DEC08-07+6223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433656129893058" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iTmA_ssI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EEy08V0RcZA/s320/Cameralbum+DEC08-07+6223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good tongue roller yo!&lt;br /&gt;One years+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iToKw-eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pNT5KnB3jQ/s1600-h/Cameralbum+APRIL04-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433656707742178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0iToKw-eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pNT5KnB3jQ/s320/Cameralbum+APRIL04-07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.Essentials for TITRATION.&lt;br /&gt;screwed experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's easy, I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;The questions are a killer.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I get a C for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my own efforts.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8cRousI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Cco6c42E-mE/s1600-h/Cameralbum+APRIL04-07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433258378345154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8cRousI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Cco6c42E-mE/s320/Cameralbum+APRIL04-07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super weird vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;I was really staring at it.See how the person&lt;br /&gt;control the vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why the back portion of it never&lt;br /&gt;get hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8HAy7QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0BHuonFe-ac/s1600-h/Cameralbum+APRIL04-07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433252670565634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8HAy7QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0BHuonFe-ac/s320/Cameralbum+APRIL04-07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubiks cube.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to STUDY for test.&lt;br /&gt;But then...........&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,it is NOT completed.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 2 sides - the white and red(with the stupid blue in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;Shocking,I anyhow do and came the red side.&lt;br /&gt;Was so fascinated I decided not to study anymore and&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!(:&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how I did for the test?lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8KQ4-pI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nNlLT7vE7LU/s1600-h/Cameralbum+NOV24-07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433253543377554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8KQ4-pI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nNlLT7vE7LU/s320/Cameralbum+NOV24-07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it(:&lt;br /&gt;It may not be nice to some people,but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Rot at Shirlynn's house there with KX some 1 year plus ago&lt;br /&gt;to do stuffs for open house.&lt;br /&gt;In the end leh,&lt;br /&gt;No one looking at the ccas' booths lor.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8LCyKkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RZpODJg1QvA/s1600-h/DSC01470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433253752646210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h8LCyKkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RZpODJg1QvA/s320/DSC01470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIA,本小姐 &amp;amp; SUFEI.(see,the 2 have to bend slightly&lt;br /&gt;down for me.HNG walao.hahah)&lt;br /&gt;Taken end of last year,when it's near the time to&lt;br /&gt;take down the masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h76-brnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dLjKajFRO4Y/s1600-h/Cameralbum+NOV16-07+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304433249439428210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0h76-brnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dLjKajFRO4Y/s320/Cameralbum+NOV16-07+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my worksheets bombarding my personal file.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to file them up.&lt;br /&gt;But I believe I'm not the worse yet.hahah^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hQBeP32I/AAAAAAAAAPA/laNasQlmd6I/s1600-h/Cameralbum+NOV16-07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432495269240674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hQBeP32I/AAAAAAAAAPA/laNasQlmd6I/s320/Cameralbum+NOV16-07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra lessons @ the end of year of sec3!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW WHO BROUGHT THE BALLOON(S)&lt;br /&gt;TO CLASS.ZZZanyway,people like mie2 and ger and ME&lt;br /&gt;played with them.(:&lt;br /&gt;Childish people.lols.which includes me^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hQJq6WVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jTgZVeZ23Do/s1600-h/Cameralbum+NOV16-07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432497469839698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hQJq6WVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jTgZVeZ23Do/s320/Cameralbum+NOV16-07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parrot flew away.Was so sad...&lt;br /&gt;Birdy birdy,where are you ~ ...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hP41S1II/AAAAAAAAAOw/MWkxo6uYNLM/s1600-h/Cameralbum+DEC17-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432492949984386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hP41S1II/AAAAAAAAAOw/MWkxo6uYNLM/s320/Cameralbum+DEC17-07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESSA AND ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN THE TOILET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER ICE-SKATING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAITING FOR FRIEND TO COME OUT.LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see my pants? I don't wear skinnies yet at that time(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old person.So backdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hPzQafoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZM2NHvKsVvc/s1600-h/Cameralbum+DEC07-07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432491453120130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hPzQafoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZM2NHvKsVvc/s320/Cameralbum+DEC07-07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARCADI!!!!!OMGOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the green one the best(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken at ParisRis Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last of all,to end everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fav. cute cute picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hP5M-tRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kegsUtUKsns/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432493049328914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0hP5M-tRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kegsUtUKsns/s320/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small bear bought at minitoons for ME by BOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put it,with the other 2 more small soft toys and big bear,behind my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will be well-protected by Boon's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY.CAN'T STOP SMILING.ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7408332687686125733?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7408332687686125733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7408332687686125733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7408332687686125733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7408332687686125733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WJ5QZuXwssc/SZ0ivJG26oI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UfAMA2_bRoY/s72-c/CNY2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6439030225137348741</id><published>2009-02-19T15:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:33:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so second-ed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying so badly,it's wearing me out.I have no encouragement nor support because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not being reasonable&lt;/span&gt;,and I may give in to hatred one day.Soon,I expect.Is there time to turn things round?Will things go smoothly from now on or there will be more obstacles to continue to pull me down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit here,yet my mind was somewhere else.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is happening over there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yet,I don't wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not any details that is related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still,it doesn't matter.I'm given this and I've got to take it,unreasonable I'll be or not.Somehow, I'm still hanging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, no longer wanna try because everytime I tried and there was still no success,something crops up that just wanna make me fail and *snap* I'm back to the original position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why my heart says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also says to hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better to hang on than to give up what I've been trying all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not doing it just for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how do I be strong when I have to do it alone?Where's the support I need so badly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No,there is nothing wrong and stop being so unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have one sentence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will only stop being unreasonable when I stop caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After another cry,I'll pick myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I no longer wanna face it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it makes me feel that what I'm trying is not worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6439030225137348741?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6439030225137348741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6439030225137348741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6439030225137348741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6439030225137348741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-so-second-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4047163129260142454</id><published>2009-02-19T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:46:53.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling the same as when i slept yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;physical pain &lt;/span&gt;and emotional distress im suffering from,i really wanna cry now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,i really have lost my appetite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4047163129260142454?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4047163129260142454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4047163129260142454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4047163129260142454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4047163129260142454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-woke-up-this-morning-feeling-same-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3908789327119954544</id><published>2009-02-19T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:39:29.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i want to sleep,but i couldnt sleep.the emotions keep the master awake! shit you(the emotions)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im hungry now,and usually,i would dig the refrigerator for food, but now,i rather gastric hit me than filling my stomach with food.oh,loads of reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,im really tired.but since im kept awake,i shall go find something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw,my chest seem stuffy for the past few days.i,cant,breathe,properly!argh.it's "killing" me ..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geez,i cant stop yawning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiredness + lack of air = yawns the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even yawning is tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3908789327119954544?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3908789327119954544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3908789327119954544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3908789327119954544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3908789327119954544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-it-happens-to-me-last-weeki-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-132819594377354294</id><published>2009-02-17T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:53:06.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it doesn't matter i guess.i've turned into someone i hate,and it irks me to the core.i said i wouldnt change into the now me,but what have i become?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-132819594377354294?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/132819594377354294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=132819594377354294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/132819594377354294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/132819594377354294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-doesnt-matter-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6127467228921011031</id><published>2009-02-16T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:47:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a terrible blogger.hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6127467228921011031?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6127467228921011031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>wow,i've completely lost my appetite.Even my mom was shocked.Im eating &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was nuts.I covered myself with my blanket.I was freezing cold.yes,freezing.yet my body was burning,till the extend of tears in my eyes.thanks to,vodka.anyway,the alcohol percentage was higher than usual that i drank.oh well,i didnt get drunk.good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8124572341738604142?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8124572341738604142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8124572341738604142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8124572341738604142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8124572341738604142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/wowive-completely-lost-my-appetite.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3110932862378345556</id><published>2009-02-08T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:57:24.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something from an email i've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check:Did I do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3110932862378345556?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3110932862378345556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3110932862378345556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3110932862378345556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3110932862378345556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-from-email-ive-got-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6899887511400939079</id><published>2009-02-02T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:54:29.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea how to start this. My eyes got wet after I read a few touching,&lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt;,love stories. That feeling of sadness just keeps building in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how's saddening when two persons fall in love,yet no confession was made? You wasted all the time not knowing the one you love loves you back,and when he/she gets married,your heart goes cracking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not coincidence two people meet and fall in love.Love like he/she is the only one in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; world. Give with all your heart and don't expect or wish for returns.If it puts a smile to your lover's face and contributes to building a beautiful relationship,it will be all worthwhile.It doesn't matter if it costs or not.What's there to complain when you feel happy to know the opposite feels happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept.It will not be easy definitely,in some cases,but so long as there's nothing you can change,accept,if it means letting your love feel happy.Besides,no one will be happy if the same topic is being quarrelled over time and time again. It's a noble thing to do for someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go about defining things,making a clear stand &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it shouldn't be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Don't say yes,no,yours,or mine.It will be hurting to know that there is still a "you" and "me" separately,and not "us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love nobly.While I have someone that I can love dearly now,I'm going to give my best shot and my all to maintain the relationship.At least I know that if one day our story stops,I know I have truly loved this person once.I admit I'm not the best girlfriend around,but at least I tried to be,even if there are lots of hiccups along the way.Regret is regret-the regret is for the end of the love.But I'll rather go for the quality,not the quantity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6899887511400939079?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6899887511400939079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6899887511400939079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6899887511400939079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6899887511400939079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-no-idea-how-to-start-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5803362192482774128</id><published>2009-02-01T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:23:29.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided.I dont wanna post photos up! HAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm posted to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANYANG POLY's HOSPITALITY AND RESORT MANAGEMENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before that,I was freaking out whether I will be posted to this course or not because I really,really want this course &lt;em&gt;badly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten it,&lt;br /&gt;I literally jumped for joy(:&lt;br /&gt;I know Mie2 will be in NYP too!^^&lt;br /&gt;So will be isaac(it's a curse!!!) and carina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more people.hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boyfriend off to different school...&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though.I will take it in stride and still love him nevertheless where we study...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my brother is transferring the files for Left4Dead from his handphone to my comp.I hope my comp doesn't hang halfway or I will seriously screw it with lots of screws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And within 16 hours I finished HarryPotter&amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh,I read until so much information bursting in my head,&lt;br /&gt;even a good,long night sleep is SO &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;And again,within another 2 days I finished HarryPotter&amp;amp;The Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;my newest record in my entire reading history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday went k-boxing with boyfriend,huiling,ww,bh and th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I stole the mic the longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lungs felt like really tight and I thought I was suffering from asthma or something.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;This is the punishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.LEFT4DEAD DONE.&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5803362192482774128?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5803362192482774128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5803362192482774128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5803362192482774128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5803362192482774128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6817032462336808064</id><published>2009-01-28T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:28:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;.ME AND BRO CAMWHORED.LET'S SEE IF MY USB PORT IS WORKING.AND LET'S SEE IF IM FREE.I'LL UPLOAD SOME PICTURES IF I LIKE AND FEELING GOOD(:&lt;div&gt;and i have lots and lots to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now.makan and tv^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6817032462336808064?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6817032462336808064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6817032462336808064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6817032462336808064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6817032462336808064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6853895749855968501</id><published>2009-01-23T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:42:50.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been a good girl for the past few days.Cleaned my room,drawers to drawers,shelves to shelves.Throw LOTS of rubbish.And now I have ALOT of space to stuff my stuff.Good girl me.&lt;div&gt;And today,when I was trying to get a cloth to do my last bit of cleaning,I knocked my head onto the kitchen shelving where the wet plates were..Got one small lump on my forehead...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago Mummy made a call to melbourne at around 2+pm.I got to talk to my Aunty Marijke!HOHO.I miss her and Uncle Robert! But,I didn't get to talk to her for long because she was cooking dinner.2 +, and cooking dinner..?! No la,it was around or near evening in melbourne at that time of the call.And...I didn't get to talk to Uncle Robert):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and,know how Marijke end the conversation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See you in Melbourne."(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,grandma is here to stay till CNY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she stole my tv T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESTERDAY I WATCHED MY FIRST NC16 MOVIE WITH BOYFRIEND!HAH!I ROCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6853895749855968501?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7753335021950005407</id><published>2009-01-14T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:55:25.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling stressed la.what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden,I'm interested in another course and I don't know what to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy bout some stuff bout my results and unhappy bout some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been emo-ing since morning.&lt;br /&gt;Me and baby are going to school seperately and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can no longer be as close as before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the path God set for the both of us,&lt;br /&gt;so we will listen to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my boy is sick,so we can't go out!I still wanna play pool lah.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I mention "pool",&lt;br /&gt;he will say " 你要我死是不是”&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mummy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;later gonna watch brother's basketball match first,&lt;br /&gt;then makan!&lt;br /&gt;hohohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7753335021950005407?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7753335021950005407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7753335021950005407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7753335021950005407'/><link rel='self' 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I think I'm only going to get 15 points or MORE.T_T I feel so tensed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom,this year instead of buying those chinese new year goodies,we're gonna bake them!I do the pastry thing for the pineapple thing until super duper tired.But it was worthwhile lor,cause they turn out to taste nice.(: Even my boy says so.&lt;br /&gt;So next up will be kueh bangkit and kueh makmur.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first time I saw no White Rabbit sweets for sale for CNY!&lt;br /&gt;White Rabbit Sweets are a must have for me okay!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to altered my dress.Gonna take it back only next week.&lt;br /&gt;I SO SOOOOO SO SO SO can't wait to wear my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Both bro and me have black vests.Should I wear mine on the same day that he wear his,or not?MHHHMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;aiya.这种事，也要烦meh!? 真无聊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna own a guitar!&lt;br /&gt;A GIBSON SG.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU,GUITAR O' GUITAR?&lt;br /&gt;But nvm,I'll settle for one acoustic/classical one first......&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WANT AN EPIPHONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still want a rose.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and play pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,I REPAINTED MY NAILS AND THEY LOOK LIKE CRAP.ZZZ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8693524528482782672?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8693524528482782672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8693524528482782672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8693524528482782672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8693524528482782672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-results-are-out-tmr-and-im-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1660977641012915944</id><published>2009-01-04T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:48:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did manicure for myself.hahah.im not certified but im happy with my work.i wanna show my boy my nails leh.hahahha!I TOOK ABOUT TWO TO THREE HOURS TO GET 10 FINGERNAILS DONE.GOT TO GET MORE NAIL POLISH!!&lt;div&gt;i don't dare to do anything bad to my nails.so my head now is like super itchy,cannot scratch! very xin ku.........)':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year coming le.im going to do my nails again (AND EVEN NICER) hahahaha! then together with my new year clothes,must da ban mei mei de! hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was fourth month anni.went to watch Bedtime stories.I think that show very cute lah.hahaha very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and school start le.feel abit guai guai de,not going back to regent for school.I wanna go back there and makan leh.I miss the BA CHOR MEE FEN TANG~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1660977641012915944?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5913345769939201020</id><published>2009-01-01T23:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:20:26.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna post this before the minute and hour hand struck 12!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais.New Year resolutions got alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a better daughter,sister,friend,and girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get rid of my excess attitude that I've been bugging &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MATURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's starting tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer have to head to RegentSec every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feels weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second semester of sec4 was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new person in my life-ahboon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy start coming to my class during recess so we can spend time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would meet for lunch when there are and no extra lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a few basketball sessions with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send me to the bus-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mrteo would tease me(and xinhui) about him(and xh's guy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember how ms tan and mr teo found out about the both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell ms tan = tell mr teo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and vice versa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how life will be like without waking up for sch for the next short period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how,there will no longer be 4-9,mr teo,triple sciences,double maths,slack periods,and recess and lunch with boyfriend,basketball,volleyball during P.E, hanging out in school with boon after lessons.funny sia.will never forget these memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm of a small size,so perhaps one day I'll wear the school uniform again and enter school.Mingle around with the sec1s since no one know each other.It will be really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna do sth to that stup!d security guard though.Can't stand him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know how i'm spending my last hour of my 16 birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finishing the 1/3 __ my mom left me,watching tv and blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my boy alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did not go as what i really hoped for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i couldn't ask for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my boy was with me at 12mn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;means alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no regrets at all.honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his presence is worth more than what i want to do on my birthday with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss pool-ling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss regent,have to admit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course ahboon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be a brand new year ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna have a new school life with new friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new stuffs to be learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my birthday to start with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby,you are the last person I think of at the last minute of my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's 11.59pm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5913345769939201020?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5913345769939201020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5913345769939201020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5913345769939201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5913345769939201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/gonna-post-this-before-minute-and-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-714287935223567245</id><published>2009-01-01T16:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:03:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a new year.How time flies.2008 passed in just like,a snap.&lt;div&gt;Anyway.Happy birthday to myself!Jenn and I are 16 now,people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im officially 16 and now I can flash my I.C and enter K-pool,watch nc16 movies legally.I'm born on 3.20pm 16 years ago...So it's like erm..still my birthday till 2jan 3.20pm? Amalina's turning 17 tmr.girl power. anyway whatever it is,im still the baby everywhere i go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the birthday wishes! Those who called and msged.Really appreciate it alot.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night supposingly going for countdown.But ended up entering the next year in a lan shop.Chatted with huiling on the phone,she was bored to death,and the peeps were glued to their computer screen,I had nth to do! Happy that my boy was with me at 12mn.after that went to Isaac's house ton.I tok first,as usual.simply tired.felt like puking cos of the taxi ride.noob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh,i wanna share my 'champagne' birthday cake too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna play pool.sooner the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i saw familiar faces at lot ytd,one was one of the two pri sch bestie i had,SIMIN!! got boyfriend le wor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-714287935223567245?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/714287935223567245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=714287935223567245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/714287935223567245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/714287935223567245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6143426921427010091</id><published>2008-12-25T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:29:04.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 things i know(and love) about boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.he treats me like everything.&lt;br /&gt;2.he's very sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;3.he knows how to make me smile when im down(&amp;amp; that's impt)&lt;br /&gt;4.he really,really,mind how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;5.he got small boy boy character.&lt;br /&gt;6.he treasures his friendships.&lt;br /&gt;7.he has a &lt;em&gt;very,very attractive smile&lt;/em&gt; that melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;8.he puts in his heart to make sure that i feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;9.he tries to include me as much as he can into his life.&lt;br /&gt;10.and of course,because &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;he loves me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 16th birthday,I want to spend my time with him.I've been looking forward to this age for as long as i can remember,and I want to be with my special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 facts abt me (and bf):&lt;br /&gt;1.Both of us have God in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;2.Bf is everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;3.I want to sit down with bf and tell him how much he means and is special to me, as much as possible. I don't want to tell through msn,sms,or the phone.I want to look into his eyes and tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way to church..Uncle told me some stuff.random stuff.Then we came onto this topic bout r/s.Don't know how we ended up with such topic.Anyway,so he was saying.If he love the person,he will not do things to hurt her.And love is not just about someone,marriage and kids and stuff.There are lot's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots to tell you,Boon... I'm leaving myself in the hands of God to help me be the best girlfriend I can be...I won't be perfect and I don't seek perfection..And neither am I asking for a perfect you.There will be nothing to work on if everything is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6143426921427010091?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6143426921427010091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6143426921427010091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6143426921427010091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6143426921427010091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-things-i-knowand-love-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7354135280017529651</id><published>2008-12-25T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:36:15.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas at church! I'm so glad I went church today.Prayed for my baby(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who wished me,merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who didn't,merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who don't know me,merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7354135280017529651?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7354135280017529651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7354135280017529651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7354135280017529651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1094885749331837940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1094885749331837940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/x3-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3157842520974323901</id><published>2008-12-22T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:09:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like curling up in a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3157842520974323901?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3157842520974323901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3157842520974323901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3157842520974323901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3157842520974323901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-curling-up-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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LIVE(hahaha) in competition. I don't understand anything.My eyes most of the time fixed on boyfriend's computer screen.Keep asking Shou Xian what's this what's that.Still very blur,but,who cares.I think FoD very 利害and boyfriend also!!(: I WANT TO 拜他为师.HAHAHA. I want play dota too!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went LJS to makan,then headed to Bugis with boyfriend(: , Huiling, Mak and Shou Xian.I think the guys dam bored la.Huiling and I felt much better when they go lan. Then then,we walked around the Bugis Street.I bought alot of stuff.Felt tired.Huiling look very 淑女when she tried those clothes.But her character no 淑女！HOHO. Thanks gurl,for going shopping with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legs super tired.Toes were !#$%^@* pain.stupiiiiddddd heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyfriend very sweet helped me carry stuff.Went back to Cine for awhile.Then went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm very attached to the big big brown bear bear boyfriend gave to me!! I can actually smile just by looking at it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAH(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time then show!hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4230436515261190683?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4230436515261190683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4230436515261190683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4230436515261190683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4230436515261190683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-to-cineleisure-yesterday-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4530314970531493810</id><published>2008-12-18T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:06:45.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know what to say le...&lt;div&gt;all of sudden,i want the BBBBB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today my brother upgrade his stupid plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unlimited sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the fishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he going to get the cybershot c905.ZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then got a new walkman phone(but LOUSY) as temp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching Singapore Slingers vs Philippines now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slingers doing free throws.they leading also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;score is 86 - 59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,i can't tell if there is a true blue singaporean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got ang mohs,etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tallest is 221 cm ZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all fishing tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far shortest also at 170cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singapore alot of free throws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the beginning i said already singapore is it depend on free throws to win their matches?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother now then say.-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw DOTA during advertisement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot brother say i not suitable to play dota. ._. i very bo wei gong lor...ZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they also showed GuitarHero World Tour Edition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna own one of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today watch horror movie at home with brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show very crap not scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except one part,got me screaming.mother scold me ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,point is.throughout the show,me and brother keep making noises just to irritate or "scare" each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up laughing throughout the whole thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughters but so what..?empty laughters.that's what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to crap when we went out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KEEP SAYING ME BUT I MAGNANIMOUS.YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;match ended.100 - 72.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt know singapore team got standard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4530314970531493810?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4530314970531493810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4530314970531493810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4530314970531493810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4530314970531493810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-know-what-to-say-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8913769452662970347</id><published>2008-12-17T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:53:55.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When we are ANGRY, our hearts drift apart. To mask the DISTANCE we felt, we instinctively SHOUT instead of speak..&lt;br /&gt;It is the opposite when we are in love. Not only we do not shout, we whisper into each other ears. Why? This is because our hearts are very close, almost never apart. As our love deepen, we reach a state of communication where there is no need for words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt my finger while baking.&lt;br /&gt;Now my head's kicking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;我现在已经是很努力了..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;原来不是说要 -笑- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;就笑，那么简单。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8913769452662970347?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8913769452662970347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8913769452662970347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8913769452662970347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8913769452662970347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-we-are-angry-our-hearts-drift_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3555995074182349595</id><published>2008-12-16T23:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:36:15.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;For 20 over years of marriage, a woman never fight with her husband...... there were healthy correction... not in the fit of anger, only after they have calm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;One day, a professor asked his students, "Why do we SHOUT instead of speak when we are ANGRY?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;All the students thought for a while. One answered, "Because we lost our cool. That's why we SHOUT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Asked the professor again, "But the person is just right next to you, why can't we talk softly but have to SHOUT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone gave their opinions but none was accepted by the professor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Lastly explained by the professor, "When we are ANGRY, our hearts drift apart. To mask the DISTANCE we felt, we instinctively SHOUT instead of speak so the other party can hear us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"But as we SHOUT, we get ANGRIER. And we felt we drift apart further. So we SHOUT even louder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It is the opposite when we are in love. Not only we do not shout, we whisper into each other ears. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his is because our hearts are very close, almost never apart. As our love deepen, we reach a state of communication where there is no need for words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"We understand each other well enough just by exchanging look," concluded the professor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"Therefore, when we are arguing, DO NOT speak words that will make our hearts drift apart. WAIT a few days. When you feel your hearts are no longer far apart, pick up the conversation and continue from there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense doesn't it..?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,that's the point and not the point...&lt;br /&gt;Thing is,I actually typed half of it in chinese since there is a chinese version,because I feel the story is able to be put across more efficiently and well,more emotionally,but then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this ONE word that I don't know how to read,even after checking up the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;I want to SHOUT at this word!Let's drift apart you stupid, stupid never-seen-before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating instant noodles and drinking MILO!Yeah,at this timing(12.29am) of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't get to sleep, I shall eat to make up for the lost of sleep.HNG!&lt;br /&gt;And my brother'd finished his pizza and milk.&lt;br /&gt;His are much healthier but SO.WHAT. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;he got food.&lt;br /&gt;I also have lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;there's this time I was also drinking milo.&lt;br /&gt;Then too tired,finish already hor,never go kitchen to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning,mommy saw,&lt;br /&gt;scold me.&lt;br /&gt;ah duiiii.&lt;br /&gt;scold me leh.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna donate blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning(JUST MORNING AND I'M GOING TO KEEP NOON FREE),&lt;br /&gt;me and mommy gonna do baking.&lt;br /&gt;But we have no oven!(:&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there is a machine,there will be a way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit Sheng Siong at 8+pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy bought a bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;er....grape?&lt;br /&gt;She chose very long siolllllll.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know want to try new one,or buy the same brand? -.-&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to buy somemore,she say "NO."&lt;br /&gt;"cause very heavy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NOT HUMAN MEH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I where got so 没良心one... )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact,I made her hold the lighter bag lor!&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ate the whip cream on the way home..&lt;br /&gt;Fat fat fat.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGEEEEZ.the more I eat,the more I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dead bored laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.58am:&lt;br /&gt;my second pack of MILO!.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im getting seriously sleepy.(&amp;amp; TIRED)&lt;br /&gt;SEE! EAT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FAT PIG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3555995074182349595?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3555995074182349595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3555995074182349595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3555995074182349595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3555995074182349595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-meaningful-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-610668500897488321</id><published>2008-12-16T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:56:02.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid insomnia.VERY CANNOT STAND IT.I WANT TO SLEEP LA... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally my first yawn... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can go sleep already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more being a stupid ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,I think i'm going to hit for the floor again.Apparently,I can't sleep on my bed... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i miss you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-610668500897488321?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/610668500897488321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=610668500897488321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/610668500897488321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/610668500897488321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4443084075328184214</id><published>2008-12-15T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:26:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to act tough! I feel abit nuts though...my heart and mind contradicting. &gt;.&lt; pain pain,go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont come again shoo away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start talking no sense...&lt;br /&gt;!@@#$%&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;&amp;amp;$%^$@@&amp;amp;!$&amp;amp;^(&amp;amp;($&amp;amp;*^&amp;amp;*^!*%@@*^#(&amp;amp;!(#^%&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*!%&amp;amp;!%^$!%^e#*@y(&amp;amp;%23*(^&amp;amp;*!%"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有失眠症，还喝咖啡！！？&lt;br /&gt;简直是找死。&lt;br /&gt;ya know, I don't need sleep already-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4443084075328184214?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4443084075328184214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4443084075328184214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4443084075328184214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4443084075328184214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/trying-to-act-tough-i-feel-abit-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-4596815638907886809</id><published>2008-12-15T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:27:21.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta keep the smile on my face.&lt;div&gt;I don't want any fever already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physically and mentally.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-4596815638907886809?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4596815638907886809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=4596815638907886809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4596815638907886809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/4596815638907886809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-keep-smile-on-my-faceno-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8527101778866092580</id><published>2008-12-14T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:23:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please,just hit me with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong i'm strong I'm strong!!!&lt;br /&gt;So hit me with the fever NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn insomnia. Bloody heck.Only had four to five hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn insomnia.why do you affect me so much?Giddy spells,urge to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.I have no energy.I need sleep.I was trying to catch up on my sleep this afternoon,but it was SICKENINGLY BLOODY NOISY.Really feel like screaming at those noise polluters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;其实我非常爱你&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;不想失去你。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8527101778866092580?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8527101778866092580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8527101778866092580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8527101778866092580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8527101778866092580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/pleasejust-hit-me-with-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7660108020414494443</id><published>2008-12-08T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:14:18.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coffee Prince:The way Han Jie pinches En Can's cheeks really reminds me of how mine is being pinched.Sweet isn't it?He's not going away to America because of En Can!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and,just now &lt;ying&gt;,ZiKang bought an expensive pair of lovers' watches for his gf with his first pay.Sweet again!&lt;/ying&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweetness reminds me of boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; David Archuleta's songs are really addictive.I like all the songs in his album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday didn't really sleep much.From what I can remember,I was pretty much awake,wide or not,throughout the night.Had a sore neck this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's alot of things I want to say.But I do not know where to start.I won't even start,because the blog is open.I really don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7660108020414494443?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7660108020414494443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7660108020414494443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7660108020414494443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7660108020414494443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-princethe-way-han-jie-pinches-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2737982593867102978</id><published>2008-12-07T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:10:43.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im exhausted.Really tired,but I can't seem to get into the sleeping mode.My head is so heavy I have a really hard time supporting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can get myself now into a much more(there goes my first yawn)terrible state.I don't know how,but I just know I can.I need a distraction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2737982593867102978?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2737982593867102978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2737982593867102978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2737982593867102978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2737982593867102978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1969296955632338552</id><published>2008-12-06T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:36:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know what is joy? Joy is cooking for lover. Joy is knowing lover is happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the mood to eat today.But I did,am not going to let Dear worry. Once I ate,it became self indulgence.I wasn't hungry anymore at all actually,all I know was that I want to continue to eat.I was looking for chocolate...no chocolate at home.Settled for ice-cream then.It doesn't work as good as dark chocolate for me though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now,I'm watching "Jamie At Home".More food.I wish I could reach my hand into the television and steal all the food that Jamie cooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning 16 soon in less than a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt; on New Year's resolution is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be the bestest gf i can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1969296955632338552?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1969296955632338552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1969296955632338552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1969296955632338552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1969296955632338552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/know-what-is-joy-joy-is-cooking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3038693652983975308</id><published>2008-12-04T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:14:39.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 3rd month(03122008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes,I improved in DOA! Though I still lost like crap to Dear,the score wasn't AS bad. And I practically went nuts when I team with Dear. Always stealing my kill and I screamed.(: I love you too. This is a reply to Dear's tag!&lt;div&gt;And i miss misssssss miss him loads loads and loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhmm. The MacBook is so sleek! IF it becomes mine........I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will wanna share it with boyfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY DEAR!!!!!! I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3038693652983975308?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3038693652983975308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3038693652983975308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3038693652983975308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3038693652983975308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-3rd-month03122008-yesi-improved.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8898232646288920616</id><published>2008-11-29T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:40:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was playing DOA with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! He ah,and Pascal ah,gang up against me.ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;One my brother,one my boyfriend ._.&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya but...Okay la I admit I noob&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ah..keep saying to me "noob!"&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;0-10.&lt;br /&gt;The score nice right?! I know I know.Play until thumb swollen and again,"noob!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning play DOA with brother.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to lose. @#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;SUAN LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Expo.&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of exhibitions right?Where people can buy whatever stuff they want much cheaper right?Where people give out brochures or phamplets or catalogue or whatever right?Then people all THROW THEM ON THE FLOOR RIGHT?THEN PEOPLE PUSH PUSH HERE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place,today,is a total test of me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off throughout the period in Expo.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was there for me,not literally in person though.&lt;br /&gt;He is like....mm... my sponge to absorb my rantings.haha&lt;br /&gt;TY!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch and back home.&lt;br /&gt;Thought will be going bowling AROUND NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Or just now..&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;Last decision doesn't lies with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i love my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8898232646288920616?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8898232646288920616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8898232646288920616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8898232646288920616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8898232646288920616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-night-was-playing-doa-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-1882109081691975029</id><published>2008-11-27T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:15:10.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Home alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sickening to be alone at home.Bro's off to school.Mom with grandma see CHINESE DOCTOR.Dad off to work.And here's me,rotting in front of this computer.Lagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;We have MioTV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now,we have one StarhubTV..and MioTV!&lt;br /&gt;Do we watch &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much&lt;em&gt;..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like TV addicts like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to find boyfriend! Hmm.... I like what we had for lunch.(:&lt;br /&gt;Then...talk and play for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and catch 十兄弟!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don't get it why &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; like to contradict...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Dear at night.Was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really want a job!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really,really really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;don't wanna stay at home and rot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-1882109081691975029?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1882109081691975029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=1882109081691975029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1882109081691975029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/1882109081691975029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-3828390753023056687</id><published>2008-11-25T10:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:37:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wanna box the pants and skirts out of people who think being 15 years old is too young of age to WORK!!! Then what happens when people are borned in December!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really very " ......... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,stop crapping.I'm going to work hard to find a job,because I want to start saving for a future that I have planned..........this one,only one person will know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I really want to go out with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... I miss him so much,I have nothing that can divert my thoughts away from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even READING A BOOK, brings back memories of the both of us,spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He truly,deeply,loves me.I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love is pure acceptance....of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It doesn't matter what it is about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Acceptance is....well,acceptance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And best of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-3828390753023056687?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3828390753023056687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=3828390753023056687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3828390753023056687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/3828390753023056687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-wanna-box-pants-and-skirts-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7564013171693907572</id><published>2008-11-22T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:11:27.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VERY TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;erm.....let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet with friends was from Monday to Wednesday.. Really had alot of fun..I said don't wanna sleep at night,ended up hitting the bed first.(:&lt;br /&gt;BBQ on 2 nights were real crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really roller blade much.. didn't roller blade as fast as I did when we went east coast.&lt;br /&gt;Then erm....Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3.Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit home,bathe,then went out again with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to Tchea hong's house..the guys were nuts on the WII.Really got no words to describe.Lol.Reached home near 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super tired on thurs.Ate ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday cleaned my bedroom.Head to orchard with Joc in the evening after dinner..That girl is .. retarded.Went to Ajisen for her meal,and my SECOND round of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;WAS.SUPER.FULL.&lt;br /&gt;Went to her house to stay overnight...Jockey kept barking at me! Too scared to walk till Joc had to pull me like one small girl girl... ._.&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad for chasing Joc off her bed...She said nvm one,anywhere also can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.______________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jockey kept following around me the house.Very hard to walk...hmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left her house around 9.30am to meet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And officially HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7564013171693907572?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7564013171693907572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7564013171693907572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7564013171693907572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7564013171693907572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-tired-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-9153528782463792904</id><published>2008-11-15T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:15:37.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went sentosa to play volleyball yesterday with Agatha,Bing Han,Isaac,Sanly,Sufei,Wen Wei,my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and me! Feeling lethargic the whole day...not enough sleep at night,woke up every hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went vivo after VB.Play and chat at the "MAN-MADE BEACH" until er..9 plus?then home sweet home.Had a heart to heart chat with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my thumb's so screwed up after VB.It feels weird and not itself. Feel like pulling that thumb out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-9153528782463792904?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9153528782463792904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=9153528782463792904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/9153528782463792904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/9153528782463792904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-sentosa-to-play-volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-2010573823137390332</id><published>2008-11-12T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:06:16.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way...... I have a really pathetic kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;yeah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-2010573823137390332?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2010573823137390332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=2010573823137390332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2010573823137390332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/2010573823137390332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6881354675592106849</id><published>2008-11-12T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:21:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thoughts,as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home from the bus stop today after chem paper,was wondering,since I did not set my phone to silent and there is this female teen smoking,if all of a sudden my phone is to go off and start ringing,would she slap me?lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,as I entered the estate,i saw this mother smoking with her kids around her.I got really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Blardy,she scolded another toddler/young child(not hers btw!!!) because he/she was making lots of noise.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?It's not a crime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I'm still left with one more paper,and i'm sleeping instead of studying!I am so dead tired,could barely sleep ytd night...&lt;br /&gt;Then I was trying to catch up with some sleep,the sun was shining super brightly,it hurts my eyes.Just as i was about to fall asleep....the music is TOO loud.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6881354675592106849?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6881354675592106849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6881354675592106849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6881354675592106849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6881354675592106849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughtsas-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-7115705097619380978</id><published>2008-11-10T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:26:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI PEOPLE! I PROCLAIM MYSELF DEAD!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got 2 more paper to go.....think of them immediately wanna drop dead.My &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tmr last paper wor!*jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear Dear&lt;/span&gt; two days ago did sth that made me so touched!&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhh,it's a secret!&lt;br /&gt;^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO RANDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-7115705097619380978?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7115705097619380978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=7115705097619380978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7115705097619380978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/7115705097619380978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-people-i-proclaim-myself-dead-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5174339835112957811</id><published>2008-09-27T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:31:29.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my boyfriend and will handle both my o's and my dear.i wont let him go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5174339835112957811?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5174339835112957811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5174339835112957811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5174339835112957811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5174339835112957811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-boyfriend-and-will-handle.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-6848999748358208783</id><published>2008-09-25T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:09:21.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I REALLY DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO POST.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway,announcement.wanna let everyone know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love &lt;u&gt;limweeboon&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;his happiness is everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;his smile is something priceless that can make me cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today after school in the canteen shirlynn asked me if boon is my stead?and well,i said "yes"(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YES BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okok enough for now.later i continue.HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for the past few days great thanks to ah seng and mak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im a crying junkie.*CHEESE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'll try to smile smile smile from now on.it's time to bring back the colors into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; by my side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got back results for prelims.did badly and above average for some subjects.especially my bio,what a disappointment.actually can get A.but then the paper 2,haiyo.never see properly! black black patch on the diagram didnt see properly.*high pitch*oh my gosh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lols.but it's ok! i know what to work on for o's.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hey,at least i know what's my weakest parts alr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;,my source based for social studies improved man! shocking.all thanks to &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;,he somehow helped me to improve.i have no idea how but i KNOW he helped.i think i should return a favour.&lt;u&gt;I KNOW WHAT HE WANTS.(:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okok.i mind abit not right alr.ciaos(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love limweeboon! HHAHHAHAH see! everyone read this : he is MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-6848999748358208783?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6848999748358208783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=6848999748358208783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6848999748358208783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/6848999748358208783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-really-do-not-know-what-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8881267278541244225</id><published>2008-09-21T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:17:10.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to study with boon.Then went to eat.Damn full.At night went to cousin's house to celebrate grandma's birthday.70 years old,still alive and kicking like mad.No idea where the extra space in my stomach came from.Ate ALOT.found out MAK stay SO closed to cousin's house.Saw him on the way home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,is a stupid day.Don't what reason,&lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; quarrelled.I looked at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; eyes,and cried.I didnt want to talk to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because of the way &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; treats &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;HOW RUDE.My mood is destroyed.I had spoke less than 20 sentences today.Other than sleeping and eating,i'd watched tv,cried,and revising chem.My day sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to school.at least at school,i will have a decent day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8881267278541244225?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8881267278541244225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8881267278541244225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8881267278541244225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8881267278541244225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-night-went-to-cousins-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5577931330068832951</id><published>2008-09-19T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:00:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE DAYS WITHOUT YOU IN MY SIGHT.DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.finally know how ahseng felt.)':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr.celebrating grandma's 70th birthday.before that i guess im going to study alone at home...hais.nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things to post.but.once this page opens,everything poofed away from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;NEH MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA.&lt;br /&gt;this post is SUPER DARN LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5577931330068832951?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5577931330068832951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5577931330068832951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5577931330068832951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5577931330068832951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-days-without-you-in-my-sight.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-5298761773615383087</id><published>2008-09-06T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:01:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sickeningly bored right now,and my dear is online and im not talking to him(cos i feel scared to right now.no idea-.-) and i feel like zzz-ing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;wah,&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah,&lt;br /&gt;zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah,&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah,&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on with "wah,zzz..." for as long as i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH #$%^&amp;amp;*@ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn.ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11.59pm now and Im hungry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.00am now and I'm hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bite &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;You know who.&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOURSELF NOW!(:&lt;br /&gt;You won't bear to make me starve right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-5298761773615383087?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5298761773615383087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=5298761773615383087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5298761773615383087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/5298761773615383087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-sickeningly-bored-right-nowand-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33044581.post-8271982304634955985</id><published>2008-09-03T14:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:46:24.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To my dearest DEAR.&lt;br /&gt;For the past whole month we've have been through lots of ups and downs.But each time we forgive and change for each other,and after all these I aren't going to let anything ruin our relationship.I swear,after &lt;em&gt;yesterday(02/09/08)&lt;/em&gt;,I love you more than ever,I miss you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot find any words to describe how much you mean to me.It's like, what I'd said,try catching the sunrays.The ones you did not catch are how much I love you.Don't forget,the sun never disappears unless it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm sad or happy,you'll be the first person I'll ever think of.Whenever it's cold,I wish I could snuggle in your arms and sleep.Whenever the weather's nice,I wish I was out in the sun with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you everywhere I go.Whenever I look in the mirror,I am reminded of how much you want me to tie my hair up,together with the black specs.Whenever I cook,I am reminded of the time when you were in the kitchen(with the others),playing the psp when you were supposed to help in cooking.Whenever I play the PSP,I am reminded that it belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now,even the sickening ear studs,handphone and that song reminds me of you too.So does volleyball and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,it's raining now.Try catching the rain.You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ADDITION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YES,FINE,SO DOES BBALL REMINDS ME OF YOU TOO.That brother of mine keeps going out to play basketball,and I'm suffering inside.Cause,I know you love bball too.): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am again,reminded of how much I want to play bb with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The week after O's,I am going to play hard with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ILY. IMY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know what.even gatsby reminds me of you#!$%^&amp;amp;* DAMMIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;include doing maths too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33044581-8271982304634955985?l=nonperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8271982304634955985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33044581&amp;postID=8271982304634955985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8271982304634955985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33044581/posts/default/8271982304634955985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonperfect-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-my-dearest-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04198233186050461520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
