<?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-10500051</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:43:48.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vickaaaay!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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>375</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10500051.post-6795535095676866453</id><published>2009-05-06T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:17:43.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape it all. I'm tired and it's too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was my escape route, little did I know that this was actually the road of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world. Till we meet/talk again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6795535095676866453?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6795535095676866453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6795535095676866453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6795535095676866453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6795535095676866453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7405118068106796128</id><published>2009-04-16T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:24:37.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgiaaaaa.</title><content type='html'>On days like these, nostalgia really hits me hard in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I realize how much I actually miss you all. The pang of sadness that hit me is so great that it's suddenly so difficult to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drifted apart from you all, but that's inevitable, isn't it? I guess that's what life is all about, but no one and nothing can replace you all. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime I hear the word 'surprise', you all immediately pop into my mind. Because back then, we couldn't live without surprise, could we? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7405118068106796128?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7405118068106796128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7405118068106796128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7405118068106796128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7405118068106796128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/04/nostalgiaaaaa.html' title='nostalgiaaaaa.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8109359487300185988</id><published>2009-04-14T19:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:22:32.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sick.</title><content type='html'>Omg, they need to stop asking about how I want to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care because I can never celebrate like how I used to. A dinner at an expensive restaurant, a haagen daz ice cream cake, and fiona, my bitch. D:&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, that's my standard family birthday celebration.)&lt;br /&gt;(And SHH, I know I'm spoilt. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just anything, okay? Please don't keep probing, because it's going to turn me nostalgic. And I'm already starting to be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I'm having raging moods of late, so if I'm ignoring anyone, it's because I'm trying to keep my temper in control. &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry I'm rude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I hope this Friday is still on! Can't wait, because I totally need it. I hope Vincent keeps his promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is for the best isn't it? I'll get over you, eventually, but on the other hand, please don't take this too hard, because it's heart-breaking. I'm really sorry for being so harsh with my words. And the last thing I'm asking, is for you to take care of yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8109359487300185988?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8109359487300185988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8109359487300185988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8109359487300185988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8109359487300185988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sick.html' title='Home sick.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1713895277110650623</id><published>2009-04-13T16:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:11:49.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of april.</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SHILBEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;I miss your high-ness. I miss your laughter. I miss your obsession for everything that you're obsessed with. (HAHA, I don't think that makes sense.) But most of all, I miss YOU. ):&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still remembered that birthday party that we planned for you at your house. And it was so memorable, because it was one of the few surprises that I've put a lot of effort in. (And one of the most expensive. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Basically I LOVE YOU A LOT A LOT. And I'll always be waiting for you in Canada, love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, I've barely gotten through half the month, but so many things have happened. This Easter especially, what a roller coaster ride it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was loveeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to pmall to AHEM AHEM with Francis, Gladys and Florence, my three lovelies. HAHA, if you're curious, ask me personally. My blog is under surveillance, so I must be careful with my words. After that Leo came and drove us to FMP! It really seem as though he came specially to drive us. D: Caught fast and furious (omg, pretty cars), after which we bought sushi, and went to Gladys' house! Spent our girls' night being crazy, pissed off, and sad. What a mix of emotions. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I'm not excited at all as the 19th draws near. It feels as though the 19th is just any other day, without the need for any special attention. Birthdays doesn't feel important anymore. Maybe it really isn't. When people asked how I want to spend my birthday, all I could answer is 'I don't know'. Because I really don't. But one thing, it sure is going to be a lonely birthday without family. D: FIONA, I NEED YOU. (I want nobody, nobody, but you~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, I think I'm a little high.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. JASMINELAW! I love you very very very much too. Thanks for listening to me throughout this whole weekend. I don't know what I'll do without you. (: Sorry for making you worry okay! And it's totally not worth it because of some idiot. D:&lt;br /&gt;You still owe me lots of stories! I promise I won't tease you anymore! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you not to bust your second chance. All I'm asking is just to be treated better, and more respect. The moment I break through this wall, I won't look back. Don't worry, I won't die without you. Don't think too highly of yourself. And please, don't make me feel sorry for you, because of your hopeless-ness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1713895277110650623?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1713895277110650623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1713895277110650623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1713895277110650623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1713895277110650623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/04/month-of-april.html' title='the month of april.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8527411101055821620</id><published>2009-04-03T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:12:54.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms, finally.</title><content type='html'>Midterm marks are finally being submitted. No more stressing out and sleepless nights. All there's left is just waiting. Waiting for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to work so hard anymore. Now I'll finally get time to catch up with everything I've missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally the month of April (my favourite month of the year), but this April has started off so bad, that it's no longer my favourite. Thinking back on how I was depressed every birthday, I feel so stupid. Why on earth would I even be depressed? This birthday, I'll be alone. But even so, I'm thankful because I have wonderful friends in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some many things have been happening lately, I can't believe my life can be so dramatic. I wonder how much my mental capacity can hold. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;And YOU. Don't say that I've never given up anything. Thinking back, I did lose quite a bit. Things that are precious to me. And don't try pushing all the blame on me. You're not flawless. There is a limit to how much I can take in silently. No one has ever degraded me like you did. I'm sorry I'm like that in your eyes, but I too, am loved by others. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8527411101055821620?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8527411101055821620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8527411101055821620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8527411101055821620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8527411101055821620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/04/midterms-finally.html' title='Midterms, finally.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3550600689301276735</id><published>2009-02-28T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:32:43.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>team jasminelaw.</title><content type='html'>I'm not lesbian, I'm positive. :D&lt;br /&gt;(But I'm willing to turn lesbian for you HAHAHA &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be able to keep a promise made, it feels so terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3550600689301276735?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3550600689301276735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3550600689301276735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3550600689301276735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3550600689301276735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/02/team-jasminelaw.html' title='team jasminelaw.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2444352838184221611</id><published>2009-02-27T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:33:49.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MCMASTER!</title><content type='html'>School work has been driving me crazy and I realized that I haven't been talking to people in Singapore. I haven't had a decent conversation with all my favourite people on earth. I'm so sorry. ): ): ): This weekend I'll try to make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I have TONS of emails accumulated. Which I either am too lazy or don't have time to reply to. I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my first acceptance two days ago! :D Now I don't have to worry about not making it in into university. I don't have to worry about having to stay back for another year. I just have to make sure I meet all the requirements and GRADUATE from high school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A little encouragement would have been nice, thank you very much.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2444352838184221611?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2444352838184221611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2444352838184221611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2444352838184221611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2444352838184221611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/02/mcmaster.html' title='MCMASTER!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4347138107621328553</id><published>2009-02-11T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:00:30.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days.</title><content type='html'>Rainy days never fail to make me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I hate the rain. On rainy days, my mind tends to run wild. I would start imagining silly things. I would start worrying about silly things. I would start getting frustrated about silly things. On rainy days, you would seldom find a happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a part of me that miss the rain. I haven't ran under the rain for the longest time, soaking myself from head to toe. There was this time when it was raining heavily after mep and we all shared umbrellas. On that very day, we were all competing to see who can hit the highest note. So you can imagine how noisy we were. Oh yes, I've gained a reputation that I scream a lot when I share umbrella with anyone. So, uhm, people tend to stay away if possible. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's raining today. I've found out that it's strange to be raining in February.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very unsettled today. I can't seem to focus on anything. Actually, I feel uneasy too. If only someone can settle my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4347138107621328553?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4347138107621328553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4347138107621328553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4347138107621328553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4347138107621328553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6292049529205636466</id><published>2009-02-05T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:46:15.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homework load = :/</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I've been spending the entire day doing homework. It has been like that ever since semester 2 started. Oh, and I'm still not done. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report cards for semester 1 are coming out tomorroooooow! Don't ask me why I'm so excited. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate english. It's barely the first week, and I already dread going to english class. And it's not as though I'm dying in that course yet. Which I foresee is going to happen very soon. Double math is killing me too. It's not hard but, I'm getting sick of math. Too much math in one day is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very boring nowadays. I don't have anything better to blog about. I have a boring life. Yes, I'm looking for sympathy now. Okay, just ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6292049529205636466?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6292049529205636466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6292049529205636466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6292049529205636466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6292049529205636466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/02/homework-load.html' title='homework load = :/'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2650049825918406956</id><published>2009-02-02T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:32:55.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester One Exams</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 7 was such a chore for me today. And now I'm already lifeless. :/ Don't ask me how I used to survive school in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my semester one exams today! I thought I screwed up my chemistry paper, but I didn't. I thought I would do better for physics paper. And religion was just as expected. Oh man, I owned the chemistry paper. HAHA so proud of myself. :D Report card is coming out soon. For the first time, I can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my semester two classes. Okay, maybe because I'm seeing unfamiliar faces and I'm scared. HAHA. But there are people who look really unfriendly and mean. D: It's okay, I'll survive with one or two friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to take freaking english. WTF. ): I have to do literature stuff. AHH. Why must it be a mandatory course. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my gigantic carebear is taking up too much space on my bed. But oh wells, it's never going on the floor. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2650049825918406956?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2650049825918406956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2650049825918406956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2650049825918406956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2650049825918406956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/02/semester-one-exams.html' title='Semester One Exams'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-702644101251139150</id><published>2009-02-01T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:37:49.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STUCK AT HOME.</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 days, I've been stuck at home. From morning to night. It's surprising how I'm still alive today. I foresee another stuck-at-home day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored yesterday that I spent 15 minutes walking around my room in circles. I think I'm losing my mind. For once, I actually miss homework. Because that's the only thing that can keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that everytime I have homework, I'll be made to go out? And everytime I don't, I'll always be made to stay at home. AH, how frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive today. I'll survive today. I'll survive today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-702644101251139150?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/702644101251139150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=702644101251139150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/702644101251139150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/702644101251139150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuck-at-home.html' title='STUCK AT HOME.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7228052785077250829</id><published>2009-01-29T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:36:58.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladys and friends!</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want semester two to start, but oh well. At least I know people who's going to be in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to think about chem paper anymore, because I knew I could have done better. I just hope that I did okay. Oh well, after chem paper, went for lunch at markville with Gladys and friends. Everyone thinks that I would have got all of us killed because I was so loud in the car. HAHA OPPS. We spent hours deciding where to go after lunch, ending up at Jason's house for a snow fight. :/ I didn't have my gloves with me so my hands are extremely dry now and my fingers are like splitting. D: D: D: I honestly screamed so much because people were aiming shovels of snow at me. I can't even remember when was the last time I've screamed like that. We all got so wet, in the end we had to blow dry our hair and clothes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone thinks I can be a substitute for a car horn. Tsk. My throat actually hurt after all that screaming yesterday. Went for dinner at sushi on 7 after that. I ate so much. :/ And yes, they made me finish up the food. Blame it on my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Now I have nothing to do for the next 4 days. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7228052785077250829?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7228052785077250829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7228052785077250829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7228052785077250829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7228052785077250829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/01/gladys-and-friends.html' title='Gladys and friends!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5220376468802243919</id><published>2009-01-27T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:12:29.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two down, one more to go!</title><content type='html'>Omg omg omg, one more paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I've lost all motivation to study. I'm already in a mood to play. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only done with one unit of chemistry, and the easiest one that is. Tell me how screwed I am. But I cannot CANNOT screw chemistry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;It's 11pm and I'm still on my second unit. With 3 bottles of starbucks coffee and a whole jug of biscuits, I'm all prepared to pull an all nighter. I just hope I don't blank out during the exam because of lack of sleep. Wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5220376468802243919?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5220376468802243919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5220376468802243919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5220376468802243919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5220376468802243919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-down-one-more-to-go.html' title='Two down, one more to go!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8747458803607538914</id><published>2009-01-24T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:42:02.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics paper, tsk.</title><content type='html'>One down, two to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the hair yanking and frustration caused by revision for physics, I got raped by the physics paper. The funniest thing was observing everyone's expression when the paper ended. Well, looking on the bright side, physics is OVER! No more physics...until university. But physics has been a traumatic experience for me, so why the hell am I taking it again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's CNY soon, and I don't have CNY goodies to eat. The goodies that only Singapore has. I've gotten so used to having Singapore CNY goodies, that I actually do miss it. ): I have no CNY holiday, no CNY visiting with friends, no CNY atmosphere anywhere. This is sad. And I want my red packet from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, have a happy CNY everyone!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm be spending my CNY studying. Tsk.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8747458803607538914?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8747458803607538914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8747458803607538914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8747458803607538914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8747458803607538914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/01/physics-paper-tsk.html' title='Physics paper, tsk.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2243655672754151865</id><published>2009-01-22T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:24:51.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Exam :/</title><content type='html'>Physics exam is tomorrow and I'm only done with the first unit. And it's not as if I've revised unit one thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling soOoOoOo exhausted already. Physics is just not my cup of tea. Oh well, I'll just hang in there if not I'll waste my effort for the whole semester. I hope, miraculously, that my average will not drop after the exam. All I'm aiming for it's an 80 at least. I won't be overly ambitious, because I know it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. REALLY. CANNOT. WAIT. FOR. PHYSICS. TO. BE. OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to unit two. (The consoling thing is that there's only five units. Thank goodness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;With not much progress on physics (having only completed unit two), I'm back again.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why but I just can't focus. My mind wander off this time, thinking about what a horrid person I've become. I really don't like the way I treat people nowadays. What happened to innocence and pure-ness of friendships? TSK, OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH PHYSICS. I swear I can kill &lt;s&gt;someone&lt;/s&gt; a chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2243655672754151865?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2243655672754151865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2243655672754151865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2243655672754151865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2243655672754151865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/01/physics-exam.html' title='Physics Exam :/'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3624533290946580248</id><published>2009-01-18T02:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:40:26.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn and don't give in; Hah, take that.</title><content type='html'>My new year resolutions aren't working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really confused by everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm being a bitch to everyone and making everyone mad, but I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite appalled by what a person I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fiona, won't you just come over and save me? From the house of doom. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stubborn person and I don't give in, that's the real me. I won't change just like that. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3624533290946580248?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3624533290946580248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3624533290946580248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3624533290946580248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3624533290946580248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/01/stubborn-and-doesnt-give-in-hah-take.html' title='Stubborn and don&apos;t give in; Hah, take that.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3946644682302785453</id><published>2009-01-01T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:29:46.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, new year, fresh start.</title><content type='html'>Happy new year everyone! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the way I've spent new year really sucked, which is to do nothing and sulk, but I've decided to be optimisstic once again. As much as I'm frustrated with my world, I'm also equally sorry for the constant complains and worry I'm giving to all my favourites. I love you all lots. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'things will get better if you allow it to'&lt;br /&gt;'focus on all the good things kay, cause there's a lot of it around you if you just open your eyes to see!'&lt;br /&gt;'new year, have some optimism to know that it's a fresh start and how the year turns out would be completely up to you and your decisions'&lt;br /&gt;'don't give yourself excuses to be depressed'&lt;br /&gt;'only living people are pretty' (HAHA I LIKE THIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to not be so emotional and start thinking rationally again. Because at the very least, my friends deserve better than to listen to me complain all day long. And I'm pretty sure they all prefer the vicki with that horrendous laughter and ability to cheer people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tough/annoying/frustrating things get, I'm sure something good will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3946644682302785453?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3946644682302785453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3946644682302785453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3946644682302785453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3946644682302785453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-year-fresh-start.html' title='2009, new year, fresh start.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3216588038963179643</id><published>2008-12-31T01:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:23:08.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An end to 2008.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, to start off my end-of-the-year post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! I miss you soOoOoOo much. It makes me sad that I can't celebrate your birthday with you this year, but have a good one! Can't wait for you to come and visit. LOVE YOU. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is coming to an end. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. But since life goes on no matter what happens, I shall try my best to look forward to this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 had been a rather challenging year. Having first times for many things, changing schools three times, leaving friends and family behind, leaving a place where I've been for 11 years, settling down in a place which is almost foreign, and learning to live and interact with others, all these had made me stronger and more mature in some way. I'd met many people, and I'm thankful for them, because some have made a huge difference in my life. Yet at the same time, I'm glad that old friends are still there. I've had many happy moments, though there were depressing ones too. 2008 had passed by so fast, but it is definitely a year where I can look back and learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who stood by me regardless of what happened, and tried to cheer me up whenever I was feeling down. I'm so sorry for making all of you worried, but I promise to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2009 approaching, I'll try to be a better family member, a better friend, and a better student. I hope I'll learn from my mistakes made in 2008, and to keep up with all the good work done in 2008. Hopefully, 2009 will be a better year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things are better left unsaid, but yes, I'll strive to be better.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing I really want to say is... &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3216588038963179643?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3216588038963179643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3216588038963179643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3216588038963179643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3216588038963179643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-to-2008.html' title='An end to 2008.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5854328964083438197</id><published>2008-12-29T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:14:49.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nodame cantabile</title><content type='html'>I am really very, extremely, unbearably, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start on my homework though and christmas break ends in a week's time. But then, I can't get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodame Cantabile is good. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hooked onto dramas nowadays. I have no life seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5854328964083438197?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5854328964083438197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5854328964083438197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5854328964083438197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5854328964083438197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/nodame-cantabile.html' title='nodame cantabile'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-374127762417672652</id><published>2008-12-25T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:51:08.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello depression</title><content type='html'>hello depression.&lt;br /&gt;welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've officially lost my appetite, even for my snacks.&lt;br /&gt;how nice, i'm unintentionally going on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world,&lt;br /&gt;and merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-374127762417672652?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/374127762417672652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=374127762417672652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/374127762417672652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/374127762417672652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-depression.html' title='hello depression'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5508459743008888267</id><published>2008-12-23T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:41:30.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am honestly very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Can people just STOP tempting me with food.&lt;br /&gt;Or even worse, forcing me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5508459743008888267?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5508459743008888267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5508459743008888267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5508459743008888267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5508459743008888267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-honestly-very-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8684161911237762773</id><published>2008-12-22T15:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:04:21.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss how things used to be so simple and uncomplicated. How I can be so carefree. Sometimes I wish that I can be a child all over again. Who wouldn't miss the joys of childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But "what does not kill me makes me stronger", right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to sound positive. I'm so frustrated and tired now. Oh whatever, I swear I'll be fine by tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not excited for christmas at all. Why oh why. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8684161911237762773?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8684161911237762773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8684161911237762773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8684161911237762773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8684161911237762773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-how-things-used-to-be-so-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6657701071111790437</id><published>2008-12-18T18:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:55:21.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas break!</title><content type='html'>Christmas break is here! FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Well, early christmas break, because I'm going to cheat and not go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just today that I realized how scarily fast time has been passing. It's almost the end of the year, and by the time christmas break ends, it will be the year of 2009. I'll save reflection time for later when the end of the year draws closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just of recent, I've been interacting with people thousand of miles away in one way or another. It's just then that I realized how much I miss them. I'm turning emo, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need plans for tomorrow. And I don't know how I'm going to pull off skipping of school in this house. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6657701071111790437?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6657701071111790437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6657701071111790437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6657701071111790437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6657701071111790437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas break!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5721667439175707109</id><published>2008-12-17T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:42:47.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>Taken from dictionary.reference.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;1. the science that deals with the composition and properties of substances and various elementary forms of matter.&lt;br /&gt;2. chemical properties, reactions, phenomena, etc.: &lt;em&gt;the chemistry of carbon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the interaction of one personality with another: &lt;em&gt;The chemistry between him and his boss was all wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sympathetic understanding; rapport: &lt;em&gt;the astonishing chemistry between the actors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. any or all of the elements that make up something: &lt;em&gt;the chemistry of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping that I won't have to come into contact with anything that has either the first or second definition, but no, I have a unit test tomorrow to study for. Oh what joy. (And this really shows how bored I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a test on the second last day of school (or technically the last, because friday is 'officially' a skip day) is a killer. How did I land myself in a holiday mood so early? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because Vicki is a closet mugger, who will never go to a test unprepared, she will force herself to study and hopefully get full marks on this test (which is close to impossible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world. See you tomorrow. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5721667439175707109?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5721667439175707109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5721667439175707109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5721667439175707109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5721667439175707109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7721743973518892695</id><published>2008-12-12T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:30:02.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, snow and wind.</title><content type='html'>Imagine walking outside, in a temperature of -4 degrees celsius for half an hour. Today is totally a wrong day to walk to the plaza. :/ I'm still a little frozen though I've been home for half an hour already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I'm going back to my usual self, being all high and happy. My laughter do travel down the hallways occasionally. And I'm proud to say that I'm actually starting to have a little fun in school. Though it still suck on the weekends and holidays because I have nothing to do. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing again, and I've gotten so used to snow, I'm finding it frustrating and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel loved, and I'm hoping that this feeling will never go away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7721743973518892695?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7721743973518892695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7721743973518892695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7721743973518892695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7721743973518892695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-snow-and-wind.html' title='Ice, snow and wind.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-300529125453814796</id><published>2008-12-02T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:50:21.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouchy.</title><content type='html'>It felt as though my entire world came crashing down today. Nothing seemed to go right from the start. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the lack of sleep that is making me so grouchy. It didn't really help that a headache kept daunting me because of my lack of sleep too. And thoughts that never seemed to leave my mind made it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only recently that I realize that I'm always in ignorance. It's definitely not a good thing because I've realized that it's making me a very selfish person. I guess one of the things that my parents want me to learn over here is to spare a thought for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I shall go easy on my thoughts today. I have just so much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-300529125453814796?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/300529125453814796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=300529125453814796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/300529125453814796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/300529125453814796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/12/grouchy.html' title='Grouchy.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7629872505620492371</id><published>2008-11-29T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:55:53.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life.</title><content type='html'>Even though my shoulder is aching and my fingers feel sore for practicing 2 hours non-stop, but it felt so good to be playing the violin again. Especially when I could actually complete a song, and it sounded decent for once. I was even determined enough to practice my violin studies, though my wrist hurt like hell afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I haven't touch music for months, but I know that,&lt;br /&gt;music is still the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old MEP days. Where we had so much fun playing/singing/composing music. It was nothing like the sciences and the math, where all we do is memorize and do boring problems. Music was challenging at times, but I can say that I was happy more than sad/stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go for violin lessons again, but I know I won't have time. Especially since I have to pull up my marks. :/ And when I was blog-hopping the other day, I realized that there are people who misses music, just like me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I won't abandon my violin for 2 months again, even though I don't love my violin THAT much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7629872505620492371?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7629872505620492371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7629872505620492371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7629872505620492371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7629872505620492371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2917428375422193585</id><published>2008-11-26T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:45:49.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To my favourite pair of twins.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Jasmine &amp;amp; Jessica Law,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though both of you are separate this year, do have a good birthday on your own! Thank you for all that you both have done for me. It was amazing how I've met the both of you in different situations, and I'm glad that we are friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you two very very much, and you two will always be my favourite pair of twins! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Missing the both of you tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vickaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Times change and people change, but we'll stay friends forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2917428375422193585?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2917428375422193585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2917428375422193585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2917428375422193585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2917428375422193585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-favourite-pair-of-twins.html' title='To my favourite pair of twins.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-9096681811439947470</id><published>2008-11-25T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:21:46.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearts</title><content type='html'>Looking through all of my past posts, or rather the posts before I left Singapore, I'm reminded of how many hearts I've broke. My departure had actually affected so many people. No matter how close or distant I am from them, they've never forgotten about me. Does this make me a selfish person? For only thinking of myself and not the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing moment, I'm missing the times back in Singapore more. And for all those times that I've taken for granted, I do feel regretful about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow turns out fine. Totally not looking forward to it, because I know I'll be disappointed. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-9096681811439947470?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/9096681811439947470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=9096681811439947470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/9096681811439947470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/9096681811439947470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-hearts.html' title='Broken hearts'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6980491393400823664</id><published>2008-11-24T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:38:36.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVED! ♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>I FEEL VERY LOVED. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends all the way from Singapore (which is thousand and thousand of miles away) thinking, missing, caring, and showing concern for me. So to all those who like to call me a loner and really think that I have no friends, TAKE THAT. Nothing can beat having friends who think of you from such a faraway place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if I were to choose between being a loner but having these friends, or having lots of friends here but losing those in Singapore, I'll choose my lovelies from Singapore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL. Heehee, see how contented I am when you all simply tag a short, sweet message on my tagboard. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6980491393400823664?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6980491393400823664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6980491393400823664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6980491393400823664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6980491393400823664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-very-loved.html' title='LOVED! ♥♥♥'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4903592904913238443</id><published>2008-11-21T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:52:22.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No life. ):</title><content type='html'>I have no life. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel deprived of a life. My life currently consists of school and home ONLY. Even if I go out, it will be with family. How sad can that be?I'm sick of staying at home. I'm sick of doing homework. I haven't had fun in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I'll always be reminded of life back in Singapore. Where I know I'll always be able to find friends to accompany me for the day. I even miss having heart to heart talks, because I simply don't have them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, depressing. I shall just go and sleep my afternoon away again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4903592904913238443?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4903592904913238443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4903592904913238443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4903592904913238443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4903592904913238443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-life.html' title='No life. ):'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-214724950779215766</id><published>2008-11-20T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:47:46.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><content type='html'>It's snowing! But it's only light snow, so not very pretty yet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, I'm quite excited. But I don't dare to say it out, because people here get so sick of snow and they'll think that I've gone crazy or something. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and play with snow. Yet I'm scared of freezing to death. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry unit test tomorrow, it's 12.45am now, and I'm not sleeping. HMM. Hopefully I can get perfect on that test, since I feel so well-prepared now, when in actual fact, that might not be the case. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, do come and visit me some time in winter and we can go play with snow. :D&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it makes me excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-214724950779215766?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/214724950779215766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=214724950779215766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/214724950779215766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/214724950779215766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-9095080219371863865</id><published>2008-11-17T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:54:55.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong ):</title><content type='html'>I want to go to Hong Kong now. My sister seems to be having so much fun there. ): And I miss all the shopping, food, basically everything in Hong Kong. Oh well, I'll just have to wait patiently for 8-9 more months. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tests and a quiz this week. I know I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mondays, because they make the weekends seem so far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-9095080219371863865?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/9095080219371863865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=9095080219371863865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/9095080219371863865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/9095080219371863865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong ):'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4346363143004780073</id><published>2008-11-11T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:51:16.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up?</title><content type='html'>I really hate feeling disappointed every single time I get back a physics test or quiz. And the worse thing is that, I knew I could have put in more effort. I started out so well in the course, so determined to master that much hated subject. I don't want and I'm not willing to let physics pull down my average. If I honestly don't buck up, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I trying not hard enough? Damn it, I really feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally drained out nowadays. I wish I didn't have to think so much. I wish I didn't have to be so uncertain about so many things. I want lots and lots of cotton candy now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Jasminelaw should probably be in China now. I'm going to miss talking to her so terribly. I can never get by a week without talking to her, and now, she's gone for like 12 days. Oh well, at least she's going there to do something productive, which is to train hard and become like the best shooter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I'm feeling completely lost. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Okay, I should stop thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4346363143004780073?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4346363143004780073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4346363143004780073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4346363143004780073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4346363143004780073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-up.html' title='Give up?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2699113588575563551</id><published>2008-11-10T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:44:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real life drama</title><content type='html'>I'm turning into an angsty, grumpy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was really true, I won't keep it in anymore. There's always a limit to everything, and it's just not fair that I get words stuffed into my mouth. Honestly, if it's a small matter, I wouldn't mind. But excuse me, people are starting to have a bad image of me. I'm not going to admit to something that I didn't do. And one thing, I do need to survive out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one thing for sure, I do have more than 2 or 3 friends. So stop making me sound like I'm a complete loner. And in my &lt;em&gt;warm, cosy and wonderful&lt;/em&gt; home, a best friend of the opposite gender does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that hearing about all these drama were pretty interesting. But to experience it is a completely different story. Honestly, I just want to focus on my studies. Can I be spared please? It's not surprising why I'm actually starting to consider to stay on campus next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this is going to offend anyone, because I'm still pretty mad now. And if I really did screw my physics test up, I have no idea if I should laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a dream if I actually can and am willing to flunk physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being childish and immature again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually hate my best friend for making my brain work this way nowadays. I'm not very fond of the idea of growing up at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2699113588575563551?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2699113588575563551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2699113588575563551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2699113588575563551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2699113588575563551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-life-drama.html' title='Real life drama'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5385870893005331521</id><published>2008-11-09T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:44:09.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be strong, yes, again.</title><content type='html'>Two months ago, sweetheart told me to be brave and strong. Two months later, sweetheart told me that again. I guess challenges are never-ending, are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart is right, I can never let it go so easily. I knew right from the beginning that this wouldn't be easy at all. Yet I was confident that I would be able to do it. But what happened to all those confidence all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never to let things go without trying and giving your 100%, cause if not, you're bound to regret it." Thanks sweetheart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasminelaw, thank you for listening to me too. I don't know how I'm going to survive when you go to China. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really willing to take that step, I'll take that step with you. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5385870893005331521?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5385870893005331521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5385870893005331521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5385870893005331521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5385870893005331521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-strong-yes-again.html' title='I&apos;ll be strong, yes, again.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1098154138422677668</id><published>2008-11-04T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:49:27.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you, I'm happy. ♥</title><content type='html'>I love this week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to come home and plop down on my bed after lunch for at least a 2 hours nap for the past 2 consecutive days. :D 2 hours provided that I don't get woken up by someone. I swear I'm going to grow fat from sleeping straight after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have nothing to blog about. I'm sorry to disappoint those who actually come to read my blog. :/ But thank you to my dearest TK clique for tagging, which makes me feel very much loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the weekend. Weekends are my heaven. (:&lt;br /&gt;(Jasminelaw, you better not laugh at me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you, I'm happy. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1098154138422677668?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1098154138422677668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1098154138422677668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1098154138422677668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1098154138422677668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-of-you-im-happy.html' title='Because of you, I&apos;m happy. ♥'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8324210328653219265</id><published>2008-10-24T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:28:19.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOTH</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe myself. I am such a sloth. And I feel so guilty now because I slept my afternoon + evening away, from 4pm - 9pm. (Yes, I just woke up and I'm feeling so annoyed with myself.) That was basically the amount of sleep I've been getting every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten anything done at all. Damn, I can already visualize how my weekend is going to be spent. Seriously, life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of Tampines Mall slipped into my mind today, very vividly. And it's starting to daunt me that I may never get to go to these places again. I miss all my favourite malls that I visit at least once a week. The malls here are nothing but big, and there's nothing much I can be frivolous on. ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at least in Singapore, I can go to escape theme park without people thinking that I am going there to club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm finally reading eclipse. YAY. Like after one year of delay. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8324210328653219265?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8324210328653219265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8324210328653219265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8324210328653219265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8324210328653219265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/sloth.html' title='SLOTH'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5357821140679978839</id><published>2008-10-14T15:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:17:42.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>I can't see how this week can get any worse. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started studying for physics unit test tomorrow. And everyone knows how bad I am at physics. DIE. That's not it, I have a chemistry quiz tomorrow too. Thank goodness CPT part A for religion is not due tomorrow, if not I can jolly well skip school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to find me weird because of my random/strange laughter. HOW? ): And one of my friend LOVES imitating me, and she plans to dress up as me on halloween. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for friday! (HEEHEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK EVERYONE FOR PW! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5357821140679978839?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5357821140679978839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5357821140679978839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5357821140679978839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5357821140679978839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5500484731724809216</id><published>2008-10-09T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:20:57.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine after thunderstorm. (:</title><content type='html'>There is finally sunshine after a major thunderstorm. (Not literally.)&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that it's so sunny outside, makes me an even happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to all those who had to bear with my gloominess for the past few days. Especially to my favourite JasmineLaw, I LOVE YOU TONS. Thank you for listening. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, everything seem really bright and happy. I feel as though I've been locked up in a room where there are no windows and everything is dark and gloomy. I'm glad I stepped out of that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you like crazy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. need. to. find. plans. for. the. thanksgiving. long. weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I think I'm supposed to study since there is a physics unit test on wednesday. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5500484731724809216?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5500484731724809216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5500484731724809216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5500484731724809216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5500484731724809216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine-after-thunderstorm.html' title='Sunshine after thunderstorm. (:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3220504915676484223</id><published>2008-10-08T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:03:34.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In total despair.</title><content type='html'>I am going to drown myself in work, work and more work. Just so that I can stop thinking about &lt;em&gt;things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hope I die from overworking myself.&lt;/s&gt; I &lt;em&gt;totally &lt;/em&gt;meant that I hope I'll get better results from working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, I've just wasted an hour in front of the computer. I really want to take a nap, but I want to start on my physics lab report. And my research project which is due next week. Thank goodness for the coming long weekend because of thanksgiving. (My cousin is thinking of coming over to terrorize me on thanksgiving. :/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3220504915676484223?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3220504915676484223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3220504915676484223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3220504915676484223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3220504915676484223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-total-despair.html' title='In total despair.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-208199892730958957</id><published>2008-10-07T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:46:03.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing out on the first birthday surprise.</title><content type='html'>Omg, I can't wait to hear about Oli's surprise. I wonder what new surprise they came up with this time. But I hope Oli had fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, planning and carrying out the surprise is far much better than being the birthday girl. Sigh, this is the first time I'm missing out on a surprise. I saw this coming, but I didn't know I'll feel this awful. ): But oh well, at least I'm sending my love to Oli all the way from Canada. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone, PLEASE fill me in!&lt;br /&gt;And it's totally at the right time, because I really need something to cheered myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I knew I shouldn't have relied on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe the reason why I'm so upset now is because you mattered.&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/10500051-208199892730958957?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/208199892730958957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=208199892730958957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/208199892730958957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/208199892730958957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-out-on-first-birthday-surprise.html' title='Missing out on the first birthday surprise.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6423291670705329892</id><published>2008-10-07T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:58:13.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday OLI! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TONS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me for this short birthday wish, but at least it's short and sweet, yes?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you loads, and thank you for everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just when I thought I had everything, I'm now left with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But all I can say is that, I'm really sorry.&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/10500051-6423291670705329892?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6423291670705329892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6423291670705329892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6423291670705329892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6423291670705329892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-oli-3.html' title='Happy Birthday OLI! &lt;3'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4383305745445333706</id><published>2008-10-05T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:16:21.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OWJ!</title><content type='html'>Jasminelaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've totally made my day, and just to let you know, I haven't been so excited/giggly/happy for the longest period of time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you do make me miss you more too. ): I really thought of you for the whole day okay! Your secret is safe with me if you don't do anything stupid. I should have asked _______ to not accept you!!! And I have SO MUCH MORE to tell you! The same goes for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm suffering from OWJ then - Obsession With Jasminelaw. But don't you think OWV looks/sounds nicer? :D Oh well, we shall be called lesbians and suffer together then. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! 123123123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, remember to update me okay! HAHA. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4383305745445333706?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4383305745445333706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4383305745445333706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4383305745445333706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4383305745445333706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/owj.html' title='OWJ!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-314970116024583049</id><published>2008-10-03T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:09:31.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>It's autumn already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people asked which is my favourite season, I'll say autumn. Can someone tell me why I've always had this impression that autumn is the best? Well, besides the fact that the leaves turn yellow/orange/red, which are kind of pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like freezing to death almost everyday. It doesn't help that it's so cold in the house too. It was 5 degrees celsius this morning, and thank goodness for the sun, if not I'll be frozen while walking to school. You'll never know how much I hate mornings. And you know what's the worse thing: stepping out of the shower. You can't imagine how much I swear whenever I shower. D: This is making me vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER TO COME AGAIN. (even though it just ended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekends, like finally. This week has been tough, because I've had 2 unit tests and a quest. I've never actually had a break from studying. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M COLD. MY BEST FRIEND NOWADAYS IS MY JACKET/BLANKET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-314970116024583049?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/314970116024583049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=314970116024583049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/314970116024583049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/314970116024583049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8631365301575423556</id><published>2008-09-21T16:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:54:46.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of walking crap. (:</title><content type='html'>I love nette lots lots! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally cheered me up when I was feeling like crap. She joined me in scolding this super annoying person. And her usage of words was so strong and powerful that it cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deal with walking crap.&lt;br /&gt;And that person IS a piece of walking crap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my grand-dad's birthday today, hohoho. (No point wishing him here. HAHA.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8631365301575423556?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8631365301575423556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8631365301575423556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8631365301575423556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8631365301575423556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/piece-of-walking-crap.html' title='A piece of walking crap. (:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5148704810765324197</id><published>2008-09-20T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:00:34.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17 missed calls, 1.5 hours.</title><content type='html'>I must blog this so that I remember the torture I went through. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday night, I decided to be nice and gave morning calls to jasminelaw. After 17 missed calls which took me 1.5 hours, I gave up and to my horror, her phone was actually on silent mode. THANKS SWEETIE. (But I had fun scolding her, heeheehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun fun fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today is homework day! + housework day. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5148704810765324197?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5148704810765324197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5148704810765324197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5148704810765324197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5148704810765324197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/17-missed-calls-15-hours.html' title='17 missed calls, 1.5 hours.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2851917409409304360</id><published>2008-09-17T16:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:36:20.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarissa Koh Chun Jie!</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so high and happy now. :D&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had such a good conversation with Clarissa Koh Chun Jie for 974567239849 years. Ah, you stupid girl, now I'm missing you quite badly. ):&lt;br /&gt;We basically went high fantisizing what fun we will have if she comes over. Please do persuade your mom to let you come and visit me! Then you can bring tins of milo over, since it's kind of expensive here. HAHA. And I'll bring you everywhere to shop since you like North American brands so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a good laugh. HAHAHA. That's a secret between the two of us okay! Forever and ever. If you ever tell anyone, I'm going to come after you! And aww, our conversations are still as retarded. But THANK YOU because my day wasn't good at all until you came along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Claaaar, let's work hard together! You work hard so that you do well for A's and then come over! I'll work hard so that, erm, I'll get into university and we can have lots of fun together by the time you come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've heard from my friend that there will be a lot of university applications + interviews during July, so my trip back to Singapore can only materialize in August. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I screwed my chemistry quiz up. If I don't buck up, I can jolly well not apply to universities. Ah, this is depressing. I feel so annoyed with myself. Oh, and my parents are stalking my blog. Damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2851917409409304360?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2851917409409304360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2851917409409304360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2851917409409304360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2851917409409304360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/clarissa-koh-chun-jie.html' title='Clarissa Koh Chun Jie!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1371625364676330055</id><published>2008-09-16T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:50:32.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of discipline.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm not going to survive. I have a chemistry assignment due on thursday, which is to be 2-3 pages long, and I've only typed two sentences. My maximum attention span nowadays is like half an hour long, and after that I'll just be distracted by something else. I'm totally screwed, I'm really supposed to be studying hard. Oh, and I screwed my chemistry quiz up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should ban myself from the computer, but that would mean misery. And I'm pretty sure I won't be able to do that, unless someone takes it away and locks it up. But that would also mean no chatting with my lovelies in Singapore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope promos end soon. Promos are evil, because I don't get to catch up with my lovelies. ): But anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE WHO IS TAKING THE PROMOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1371625364676330055?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1371625364676330055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1371625364676330055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1371625364676330055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1371625364676330055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/lack-of-discipline.html' title='Lack of discipline.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8137021388816629273</id><published>2008-09-15T01:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:45:15.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout.</title><content type='html'>Today cannot get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks when everything just come crashing down on you. Things may not be as bad as it seems, but at that moment, everything just seems horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out relatively well. I chit-chatted with my aunt, my cousin came over and we went shopping. I was actually in a good mood. Until dinner came, and everything got ruined. When something goes wrong, every other possible thing that can go wrong will just come into my mind. Okay, I'm totally not in the mood to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a blackout just now in my area, for about 30 minutes? I was hoping that it'll be a major blackout and school will be closed tomorrow. Oh well, no such luck. I think it's caused by the hurricane in texas. My uncle is experiencing it now, and he is stuck in his apartment. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to get some sleep, if not I'll not survive in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is really tough living in this house. I guess I deserve it, because I chose this path myself. Even though daddy had warned me a billion times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8137021388816629273?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8137021388816629273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8137021388816629273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8137021388816629273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8137021388816629273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/blackout.html' title='Blackout.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4577776490105787771</id><published>2008-09-12T17:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:05:26.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty on Thursdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'I wanted to jump for joy when I saw vicki's letter. Finally got to hear from that woman who sounds so independent and strong now. (: Come home soon okay, we miss you! Stop trying to make me jealous just because you'll be having a white christmas while I won't.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quoted from nat's blog. Sweetheart, I'm not independent and strong, even though I might have tried to sound like it. There were many times when I've broke down. But thinking of you all in Singapore, I'll somehow find the strength to move on. I miss you, and everyone else. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I really don't feel like getting on with life. Things do get really tough at times. Nowadays, I've always found myself wondering if this is really what I want. Back then, I thought I would never regret this. But then, I was never an independent and strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden thought ran through my head just now. I wonder if my TK clique will remember this:&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Thursdays came (that was our MEP day), I will always comment that my hair looks very pretty. The reason being, it was MEP day and I was very in love with MEP. So naturally, Thursday was my favourite day of the week. And I remembered telling Yixiu that I look pretty on Thursdays. HAHAHA. Those were the TK days. Ah, I miss all of you so much. I hope promos will end soon, then you all can meet up...and webcam with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I dropped music in order to take advanced functions in school. Jasminelaw laughed at me because I had to drop the love of my life. But anyway, I bet music here will never be the same as MEP, because MEP is really awesome and can never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After typing all of these, I feel stronger already. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Okay, my stomach feels funny. I think I might be getting gastric. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4577776490105787771?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4577776490105787771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4577776490105787771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4577776490105787771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4577776490105787771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretty-on-thursdays.html' title='Pretty on Thursdays.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8837089274752503769</id><published>2008-09-10T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:15:21.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diligence.</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. I have no idea where my sudden diligence came from. I've been obediently completing my homework everyday, and taking some time out to revise my daily work too. But I'm really tired. Oh well, I shouldn't complain since it's a good thing and I should continue like that. Hopefully this will get me into University? (Deep down inside, I know this is much more relaxed than JC life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a brighter note, I spent about two hours crapping with Chee Kian today. Meaning: I was disturbing/distracting him from his overnight study session, and he kept me entertained for the afternoon. (Which also meant lesser homework done and I've got to rush through them now.) But anyway, because he is Chee Kian, he kept making me agitated for half of the conversation. Oh well, it's good to be talking to people from Singapore. At least they feel less alien, understand me, and I don't have to pretend. (to be demure, HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasminelaw! I can't wait to show off my pen to you. I swear it's the cutest thing on Earth. And I SERIOUSLY mean THE PEN, and nothing else. I'm beginning to like it more and more. :D (Though it's quite annoying to write with, but who cares.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, that's a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not even half way through my physics homework. And I have to revise on my physics in case I get another surprise quiz tomorrow, just like what happened today. Thank goodness I listened in class. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8837089274752503769?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8837089274752503769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8837089274752503769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8837089274752503769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8837089274752503769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/diligence.html' title='Diligence.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7175064535519966889</id><published>2008-09-09T17:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:39:56.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNEEEEEEET!</title><content type='html'>Omg, my internet is back. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overjoyed. I couldn't survive a day, or rather two days, without the internet. I sound like an internet addict, which I think I am. Oh well, thank goodness. I believed that miracles would happen! My uncle called the erm, operator and they said there was nothing they can do, and that they will send a technician on FRIDAY. I wanted to knock myself against the wall when I heard that. Okay, so the main point is that I'm very happy. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, my mom just created a hotmail account and added me on msn in order to webcam with me. Like wth? HAHAHA, I almost died laughing when I saw the invitation. That totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to do my insane amount of physics homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] There are many reasons why I love Jasminelaw so much. Thanks sweetie, your email made me laughed heartily (though tearing a little too. D:), something which I haven't done in a long long time. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7175064535519966889?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7175064535519966889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7175064535519966889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7175064535519966889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7175064535519966889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/interneeeeeeet.html' title='INTERNEEEEEEET!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1094789450938130589</id><published>2008-09-06T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:23:11.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved. (:</title><content type='html'>I feel very loved because 3 of my favourite people on Earth tagged and are being very sweet. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall reply my tags here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: But I don't know when you are free to have a chat with me! Ah, next year okay! It will come really quickly! Though by that time, you'll be busy studying for the A's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasminelaw: But your house is so crowded! How to take me in! Hahaha. Oh, and remember that your mom doesn't really like me? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claaar: Is the merlion thing that funny! But then when people asked me why is there a merlion, I am always speechless. (I forgot its origins you see.) HAHA. I miss you too, and don't worry! We'll have our group reunion soon. You take care too alright! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like this weekend. Even though I have no plans and half the time I was bored, but I got to catch up with many people over in Singapore. :D Nothing can beat that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay, I don't think I want to go to the mall with my uncle. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes I wish they would just give me my own space. And freedom.&lt;/s&gt; That's why I like hiding in my room so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Oh crap, I'm suddenly very emo, after blog-hopping. I miss all you people very very much. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1094789450938130589?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1094789450938130589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1094789450938130589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1094789450938130589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1094789450938130589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/loved.html' title='Loved. (:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6133354782672083946</id><published>2008-09-04T16:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:34:47.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merlion!</title><content type='html'>I have a Chemistry Quiz tomorrow. Thankfully it's on calculations, but I'll still have to do some revision. I'm scared, especially since it's my first quiz and marks are counted. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here only knows about the Merlion in Singapore. So I end up having conversations about the merlion. D: But anyway, speaking of the merlion, I MISS THE ESPLANADE, because it's beside the merlion. And I've really spent A LOT of time at the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to miss Singapore quite a lot. I don't really care if my family comes back next year, but I'm going back to Singapore next year for the summer! Does anyone want to take me in for a month or something, if I have nowhere to stay? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go back to my homework. I've been loaded with homework since day one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6133354782672083946?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6133354782672083946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6133354782672083946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6133354782672083946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6133354782672083946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/merlion.html' title='Merlion!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3012997892026175671</id><published>2008-09-02T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:06:40.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school.</title><content type='html'>I can't decide if school rocks or sucks. First day was pretty traumatizing, but I survived it! I bet you all are proud of me. And no, I didn't scare anyone off. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go to school tomorrow. But I get to sleep in cause I have a spare for the first period. Part of me hopes that the math course will forever remain full. D: Okay, better not. Because it'll be so troublesome then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always pissed with my mom nowadays. And she is leaving on thursday. So this is really bad. Plus she's not making things easier for me. But anyway, thanks sweetie for listening to me rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect myself to type this out, but, someone bring me back to Singapore please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3012997892026175671?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3012997892026175671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3012997892026175671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3012997892026175671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3012997892026175671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6177287429869748097</id><published>2008-08-27T19:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:56:29.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing machine!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm the best. I actually made morning calls from Canada all the way to Singapore. Though I was an hour late (I wasn't able to rush home on time!!!) and Jasminelaw kept rejecting my calls + still not waking up in the end, it's pretty amazing. :D And sweetie, please cheer up + get more sleep! I'm quite worried for you, you know. (I know I've been nagging at you a lot. I think it's my grandma's influence. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a part-time job! I think it's exciting. Hahaha, it's so strange that this thought has never crossed my mind when I was in Singapore. Maybe it's because my allowance back then was more than enough. Now that I only have a certain amount to spend, I feel the need to find some way to earn back those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to use the sewing machine! :D&lt;br /&gt;(These are the only things that I can occupy my mind with, in order to comfort myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I KNOW WHERE'S THE POST OFFICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6177287429869748097?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6177287429869748097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6177287429869748097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6177287429869748097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6177287429869748097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/08/sewing-machine.html' title='Sewing machine!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4638002386790617422</id><published>2008-08-25T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:54:33.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jialing! ♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>My TK clique never fails to make my day. And today was Jialing's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialing; says:&lt;br /&gt;ya then you'll be like some loner w/o any friends. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;(I nearly killed her at this moment of time)&lt;br /&gt;Jialing; says:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT COMPLETE MY SENTENCE LA&lt;br /&gt;Jialing; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha but no matter what, i'll still stand by your side and be your friend=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know and be reminded of things like these every once in a while. Because it's all these that keep me going even when times are tough. And at times when I'm sad, I'll know that there are actually things that I should be happy about. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JIALING!&lt;br /&gt;(I've only discovered that she could be so sweet today! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4638002386790617422?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4638002386790617422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4638002386790617422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4638002386790617422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4638002386790617422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/08/jialing.html' title='Jialing! ♥♥♥♥'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6335521372757641394</id><published>2008-08-22T15:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:07:10.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The first letter received in Canada!</title><content type='html'>Dearest Nat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand and one reasons why I love you very very much. You've just added one more to the list today. I almost went crazy and died of happiness today when I received your letter, the first I've ever received in Canada. I know now that it takes 11 days for letters from Singapore to reach Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blast you off to another planet soon alright, as soon as I get my mushy-ness back! And I'll reply you soon! By the way, you should have written more, since the stamp cost quite a bit right? :D I MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your sunshine&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been worrying about school, but yet at the same time I've been learning to be happy and to enjoy myself here. It's my choice after all. It's more lively here, because there are more people around. And most of the time, ignoring all the naggings, I'm having fun. I've got my deafening laughter back, and everyone is getting used to it (though complaining quite a bit too). School is starting in less than two weeks time. I wonder how it will be like, but oh well, it's a new challenge for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my uncle is coming back from Houston today, so we're going for dinner! I love dinners with many many people, because we're bound to have lots of fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must, MUST, try to like/appreciate/fall in love with milk. It's quite a torture if I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6335521372757641394?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6335521372757641394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6335521372757641394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6335521372757641394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6335521372757641394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-letter-received-in-canada.html' title='The first letter received in Canada!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-552637219915554148</id><published>2008-08-13T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:28:28.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chiakies!</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling too lazy to blog. and i still am. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a gigantic mosquito bite. and it's freaking itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to type, so i'm basically typing rubbish. jasminelaw just caught her hamster 5 seconds ago, so congratulations sweetie! but poor chiakies, she claims that it turned deaf because she screamed too loud. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT, if you're feeling sad, just come and talk to me, because i haven't been feeling very happy lately too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-552637219915554148?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/552637219915554148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=552637219915554148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/552637219915554148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/552637219915554148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/08/chiakies.html' title='chiakies!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1788079312428304572</id><published>2008-07-31T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:37:31.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first bottle of green tea :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE GOT MY FIRST BOTTLE OF GREEN TEA IN CANADA TODAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the times when i really love my mommy. you should have seen my reaction when my mom came in with the bottle of green tea. everyone thought that i went mad.&lt;br /&gt;and hah jasminelaw, you can't laugh/tempt me or make me jealous anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear to drink my green tea, because i know i'm capable of finishing the 1.5litres in a day. maybe i'll open it tomorrow? omg, exciting. i can finally feed my green tea addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go take a photo with that bottle of green tea. HOHOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1788079312428304572?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1788079312428304572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1788079312428304572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1788079312428304572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1788079312428304572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-bottle-of-green-tea-d.html' title='first bottle of green tea :D'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8645571760243673036</id><published>2008-07-30T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:16:53.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>from nat: 'cupcake misses you'</title><content type='html'>for a split second, i can't wait till snow comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at my uncle's photos the other day and saw heaps and heaps of snow on heavy snowfall days. then i can go skating at this huge pond at this what's-its-name park. speaking of which, i suddenly feel like taking up skating again. but i don't know where's the nearest skating rink. and i don't really like the idea of taking bus, though i'll have to in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i think i've been boring my sister out. because i keep having webcam conversations with her everyday. i hope my daddy gets a laptop soon, so that she'll have a webcam too.&lt;br /&gt;webcam convo anyone? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday ally!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all had fun during common lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday victor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh right. i just realised it's still 30th over here. aiya,whatever la.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8645571760243673036?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8645571760243673036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8645571760243673036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8645571760243673036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8645571760243673036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-nat-cupcake-misses-you.html' title='from nat: &apos;cupcake misses you&apos;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3921828676000351153</id><published>2008-07-28T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:51:26.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU PEOPLE. (:</title><content type='html'>it's 9.30pm, but it feels like 7.30pm. it's kind of frustrating whenever i think it's still evening when it's actually 8 plus. why must the day be so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going blind. and i'm getting a headache after sitting in front of the computer for the whole day again. i'll try to take a break tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new activity to do.&lt;br /&gt;(secretly, i miss studying.) too bad there's nothing for me to revise now. i left all my lecture notes + tutorials in singapore. but i'm pretty sure i'll complain about studying when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's it like in singapore now. i miss the fact that my friends are all close by. i miss them accompanying me when i'm bored. i miss having retarded moments and doing catching up. i need friends. desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom doesn't want to open a phone line for me. she says that it's not necessary to have a mobile phone. but apparently she doesn't know how dependent i am on my phone and i'll die even without it for a second. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this post is totally random. i just needed something to do. my life currently sucks okay, besides the fact that it's super relaxing and i don't have anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU PEOPLE. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3921828676000351153?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3921828676000351153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3921828676000351153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3921828676000351153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3921828676000351153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you-people.html' title='I MISS YOU PEOPLE. (:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-9222546469519001108</id><published>2008-07-25T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:25:59.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>international phone calls! (:</title><content type='html'>i spent my entire day watching dramas + movies. it's not surprising if i go blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm gaining a lot of weight. and at the rate i'm eating + junking, i'll gain like 10kg. D: i better start trying to lose weight. (but snacks are really very cheap here. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called lynnette yesterday, because she couldn't sleep. and i called jasminelaw (who died on me halfway) + jessicalaw (who complained that i was interrupting her ANTM) today. plus, i had a one-sided webcam convo with my sister. cause apparently, over in singapore, they still don't have a webcam yet. and the silliest thing was that i was on the phone with her too. (she REFUSED to put the phone down and made me get scolding/nagging from my grandma. D&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should sleep soon. i've got to wake up early tomorrow cause i've got to go over to the US. picking my aunt up + a shopping trip. :D I HOPE I'LL MANAGE TO GET SOME STUFF. but it's a 2.5 hours drive there, and another 2.5 hours back. i hope there's no traffic congestion tomorrow! if not we can spend the night in the car. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so much for trying to make my life sound interesting. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;(though it's pretty lively in the house. my mom + uncles are watching The Incredible Hulk, and my grandparents + aunties are playing mahjong. O:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-9222546469519001108?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/9222546469519001108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=9222546469519001108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/9222546469519001108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/9222546469519001108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/international-phone-calls.html' title='international phone calls! (:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1280105495693211030</id><published>2008-07-22T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:21:21.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>green tea. ):</title><content type='html'>second attempt at getting my green tea failed.&lt;br /&gt;damnit. my mom didn't allow me again. she said that the price of one 1.5litres bottle here is equal to three 1.5litres bottles in singapore. AHHHH. does anyone want to send me green tea? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with beijing olympics! HAHA. such things interest people who have nothing to do, more specifically, me. the 'beijing welcomes you' song is currently on repeat, again. HAHA. i'm trying to listen to more chinese okay! in case few months later, i totally forget all my chinese. HAHAHA. omg, i think i'm really going nuts. but don't you think the song is kind of catchy? HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished packing my room by the way. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1280105495693211030?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1280105495693211030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1280105495693211030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1280105495693211030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1280105495693211030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-tea.html' title='green tea. ):'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7408780949170024906</id><published>2008-07-21T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:27:09.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 beijing olympics</title><content type='html'>i think i'm getting excited for beijing olympics. maybe it's because it often get mentioned on tv. and i'm getting addicted to the 'welcome to beijing'/'beijing welcomes you' song. what a song to be addicted to. and i'm BLOODY far away from beijing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i can't wait till 2010 winter olympics then. it'll be held in vancouver. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what boredom is doing to me. i need to go pack my room, my mom has been screaming at me since a week ago. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7408780949170024906?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7408780949170024906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7408780949170024906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7408780949170024906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7408780949170024906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-beijing-olympics.html' title='2008 beijing olympics'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-182545795508699463</id><published>2008-07-20T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:48:06.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jasmine green tea ):</title><content type='html'>i'm bored to tears. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a few complains.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'm forced to drink milk. everyday.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, it isn't a fun thing mixing with adults 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i'm on my own, since i've no longer 16 years and below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL AND BIGGEST COMPLAIN. i'm deprived of my jasmine green tea. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;my mom didn't let me get it the other day because it's like much much MUCH more expensive than singapore's. and it's not like i can get it anywhere. must go to chinese supermarkets. but I DON'T CAREEEE. i need to feed my addiction. maybe that's why i'm so angsty everyday, i'm dying without my green tea. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. another day has passed once again, and it's time for bed soon. i do sleep very early nowadays. no choice, grandparents' rule. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-182545795508699463?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/182545795508699463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=182545795508699463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/182545795508699463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/182545795508699463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/jasmine-green-tea.html' title='jasmine green tea ):'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3803555854543284623</id><published>2008-07-18T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:11:03.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell singapore and hello canada.</title><content type='html'>so, i've been in canada for 2 days. i'm adapting, but not much since i'm not mixing with anyone my age. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperate for my own laptop. if nothing goes wrong, i'm getting mine next week. and then i can go online more conveniently and chat with everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing singapore. ): i miss everyoneee.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway a big thank you to nat, oli, mei, yixiu, jialing, delia, jasminelaw, bijie and cheekian for sending me off. it's at a VERY unearthly hour but you all still came. i'm really very touched okay, and i'm quite proud of myself for not crying. but really, THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU ALL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling quite lonely now actually. and it doesn't help that my sister is ignoring me. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3803555854543284623?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3803555854543284623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3803555854543284623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3803555854543284623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3803555854543284623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/farewell-singapore-and-hello-canada.html' title='farewell singapore and hello canada.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7462097114157678274</id><published>2008-07-15T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:50:49.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23/08 + 08S113 + veronica + lynnette!</title><content type='html'>i met up with veronica for lunch. and she gave me this cute little 'container' filled with notes and sweets. (: then i met lynnette at starbucks and chit chatted a lot. and then we went to rebecca's house to get letters from her and dorisa, but kind of got lost in her condo. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i met my 23/08 for lunch at the hawker centre opposite TJ! heehee. then they pulled me in and i sat through biology tutorial. and i finally saw mr big-arm. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to meridian after that to meet jasminelaw. wandered around meridian then she pulled me to tampines. after walking around aimlessly, she dragged me to the mrt station, and got me to simei. she pulled me to this cafe, and tada! half of 08S113 was there. (: heehee. though they kind of gave it away a little, but it was so sweet of them. THANK YOU 08S113! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i'm leaving in 7 hours time and going to the airport in 5 hours time. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7462097114157678274?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7462097114157678274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7462097114157678274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7462097114157678274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7462097114157678274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/2308-08s113-veronica-lynnette.html' title='23/08 + 08S113 + veronica + lynnette!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1650437541700945444</id><published>2008-07-12T12:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:29:10.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 dates!</title><content type='html'>i think i'm superwoman. i fitted 5 dates into one day, and if going to tara's house in the wee hours of the morning is counted, it'll be 6 dates. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at this fabulous jap place with my parents' friends. then was surprised by chamber. (: i've got a weak heart okay! but thank you! was really REALLY very surprised. hahaha. watched them had lunch and accompanied them to esplanade library. after that rushed down to parkway, cause i was one and a half hours late. had dinner, or rather watched ruo yu and gang eat, because i was still very full from lunch. after which, ruo yu, sum yi and i went to sit at macs to talk. met kenny for a 20 minutes chat, cause he finished tuition and was just nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN i went to meet yixiu to get down to the airport. caught oli red-handed on the bus. hahahaha. oh well. couldn't stop laughing at her. had dinner at ajisen, which was retarded. after meeting nat and oli, we found shil and camwhored. :D we had group hugs and many many rounds of hugs with shil. i'm going to miss shilbeee! but i'm sure she'll have lots of fun. TAKE CAREEE! and olivia ho. please go see a doctor and take care of yourself okay! nat, don't think about it so much alright. everything will just fall into place, so don't worry too much! jialing, hmm, please be more glam. HAHAHA. and yixiu, i'm so sorry for making you starve. D: heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should give up hope and accept reality. since this last meet up didn't make any difference, and i'll probably never see her again, so well that's it. nevertheless, it'll always be my bittersweet memories of childhood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] i'm leaving in about 3 days time. but i'm enjoying my every moment spent, well mostly. after saying goodbye to shilbe today, and knowing that i won't see her for a long long time, i wonder what will really happen a few years down the road. to all my dear friends, will we keep all the promises made to each other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1650437541700945444?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1650437541700945444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1650437541700945444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1650437541700945444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1650437541700945444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-dates.html' title='5 dates!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1659328955209077544</id><published>2008-07-11T16:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:21:29.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"inner pits"</title><content type='html'>i just reached home at 3.40am. D:&lt;br /&gt;but because i'm leaving soon, my parents couldn't possibly complain and ground me for life. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with the primary school clique for dinner today. we are now known as THE EIGHT. we gave up trying to think of a name you see. anyway, thank you all for the farewell surprise! though i did suspected something, it was really sweet of you all. and of course, the master planner clarissa koh. :D at the same time we had a birthday surprise for taralyn too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went downtown east and ate at new york new york. i couldn't stop laughing throughout dinner because we were all just so retarded. we talked, laughed and camwhored for 3 hours at nyny. but it wasn't enough, so we sat down somewhere else and talked even more, laughing at our silly selves in primary school. when all these still weren't enough, we decided to go to tara's house to catch a movie. oh and we played the game of life, just like the old times. angeline's boyfriend treated us macs delivery and then sent us home after that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you clarissa, theresa, angeline, taralyn and kimberly! i had loads of fun today! heehee. somehow, the moment we come together, it just seems like life had never changed and it was just like primary school. i'm thankful that we still do meet up, and do have a trip together to canada, yes? hahaha. we'll always remain as friends yeah? i swear i won't be the first to get married. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want to come to the airport to send me off too. D: but i'm really touched that everyone is trying to make an effort to send me off, though it's at an unearthly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go chase theresa for photos. and clarissa for her latest updates. hahaha. and i think i should catch some sleep. it's a long day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1659328955209077544?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1659328955209077544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1659328955209077544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1659328955209077544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1659328955209077544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/eight.html' title='&quot;inner pits&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7709680714023458224</id><published>2008-07-11T04:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:00:04.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet memories of mep</title><content type='html'>i can't believe my piano teacher borrowed my chopin nocturnes. the only book that went through thick and thin with me, thus it has become a little torn and tattered. BUT it endured O levels with me. bloody hell. and this also means that i can't bring it back to canada with me, this time round. AHHH. my mood just got ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was packing and found my sec 3/4 mep notebook. (: my favourite book on earth. i was flipping through and remembered all the joys of mep classes. with many special messages from nat and sudoku + a modern masterpiece (made up of lines and dots) from lynnette. i miss mep in tk. ): although mep in tj was fun at times, it just can't be compared to tk's. for one thing, i had sweetheart with me. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. back to packing. I WANT MY CHOPIN NOCTURNES BOOK BACK! ): ask any tk mep girls and they're know how attached i am to it. OH. and i travelled the world with it. HA HA HA. okay fine. maybe to hong kong and canada only. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7709680714023458224?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7709680714023458224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7709680714023458224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7709680714023458224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7709680714023458224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-memories-of-mep.html' title='sweet memories of mep'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-5794078916549477022</id><published>2008-07-10T08:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:45:27.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jasminelaw!</title><content type='html'>today is one of the worse days i've ever had in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had conflicts while packing, but i couldn't show my irritation. i've had to argue my way through over small matters, but my parents just couldn't understand. i've tried organising a farewell dinner for myself, which totally failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting jasminelaw made my day a little better, but the news that she delivered added to my misery. i'm so sorry for being so moody today and i hope i didn't spoil your day when i broke down in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you sweetie. (:&lt;br /&gt;(though i still haven't exactly forgiven you about the &lt;s&gt;suicidal&lt;/s&gt; thing. D&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. me and jasminelaw bumped into jessicalaw while i was walking jasminelaw to the bus stop. half way through, jessica screamed 81, followed by jasmine, then both of them ran. leaving me there, shocked and stunned. D: pretty hilarious i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm so upset because you all matter that much to me. i'm so sorry that we're not able to have a complete clique dinner together. but i guess it doesn't matter. cause you all will have many more in future, and there won't be much difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-5794078916549477022?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/5794078916549477022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=5794078916549477022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5794078916549477022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/5794078916549477022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/jasminelaw.html' title='jasminelaw!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7838373112723332656</id><published>2008-07-09T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:51:36.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>veron!</title><content type='html'>i met veron today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to cineleisure after my violin at hougang. we skipped lunch, cause i said i wanted to have popcorn. HAHAHA. we watched wanted, and though it was kind of bloody and vulgar, it's really nice. i think. heehee. we toured orchard after that, but basically all we did was talk. everytime we meet up, we won't stop talking. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was SOOOO sweet you know. she asked me if she can meet me again, because she has something for me, which she hasn't finished. heeheehee. sweet right! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;nathaniel says:&lt;br /&gt;ok you look great with your hair tied&lt;br /&gt;vickaaaay! says:&lt;br /&gt;are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;nathaniel says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i never lie&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;i think that's a compliment. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean i'll start tying my hair up everyday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7838373112723332656?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7838373112723332656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7838373112723332656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7838373112723332656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7838373112723332656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/veron.html' title='veron!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-448309160523565690</id><published>2008-07-08T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:14:28.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>syazzy + darling!</title><content type='html'>i'm a happy girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with syazzy and darling was loveee. i really missed syazzy and she's still the same. heehee. i think i've been seeing darling very often. hahaha. oh well. me and syazzy sat at the bus stop and chit-chatted while waiting for darling. had dinner at siglap's cafe cartel, and i giggled even more. syazzy makes me feel very shy. HAHAHA. i love the both of them so so so much. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got violin at 10.30am tomorrow!!!! i've to wake like super early, keeping in mind that i woke up at 1.30pm today. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICKI, PLEASE GO PACK. if i still don't start, please come and give me a big tight slap. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-448309160523565690?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/448309160523565690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=448309160523565690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/448309160523565690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/448309160523565690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/syazzy-darling.html' title='syazzy + darling!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-444948966356669617</id><published>2008-07-07T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:17:12.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jasminelaw + kenny!</title><content type='html'>sunday was spent with jasminelaw. :D we went high at daiso and she went bankrupt. D: OH WELL. i don't really know what to say, but plaza sing isn't THAT interesting. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got treated for lunch today. and i feel kind of bad. D:&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm supposed to start packing today, but apparently, i still haven't. i'm so dead and i really don't have much time left. okay, i'm going to start at midnight. or maybe 1am. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-444948966356669617?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/444948966356669617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=444948966356669617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/444948966356669617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/444948966356669617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/jasminelaw-kenny.html' title='jasminelaw + kenny!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-632444321824415666</id><published>2008-07-04T11:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:43:29.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meridian + temasek!</title><content type='html'>my eyelids keep twitching nowadays, very frequently too. it's quite annoying and i wonder why. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to meridian today! and saw lots of people. heehee. was quite happy cause i really missed meridian. chit chatted with quite a lot of people, and landed myself with a few dates. but i made darling wait so long for me! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampines mall for lunch with darling after that. had ajisen and darling refused to let me pay her back. so i'm going to treat her to lunch/dinner on tuesday? heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for temasek after that for chamber. they didn't seem very surprised. HAHA. maybe it's cause i've been going back quite often. the new piece is terribleee. dinner after that at bedok interchange macs. i'm still very full now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i need to meet up with a lot of people! and i realised i'm leaving in 12 days time. which is VERY SOON. and the best thing is, i haven't started packing when i have to shift my entire room over? okay, this is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] i've finally found a way to quote from oli's blog.&lt;br /&gt;she wrote this for the clique:&lt;br /&gt;"for the times in school&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we would spend at least half an hour standing in the middle of pp, deciding on what to eat&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we would argue over what to eat&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we would complain about ms ho's endless work.&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we would share gossips and stories&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we thought we were gonna die even before the o's came&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we would cycle from one end of east coast to the other&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we would do the craziest of the craziest stuffs&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we thought we would never get through memorising haydn's symphony&lt;br /&gt;for the times we would feast at the lagoon&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we had group hugs!! =)&lt;br /&gt;for the times when we were in tk&lt;br /&gt;for the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;for the times i'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;for the times i miss!"&lt;br /&gt;awww. sweet right. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-632444321824415666?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/632444321824415666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=632444321824415666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/632444321824415666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/632444321824415666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/meridian-temasek.html' title='meridian + temasek!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4222367605913961440</id><published>2008-07-03T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:00:19.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sodium chloride</title><content type='html'>dear jasminelaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the need to clarify this with you. i've always been sodium and you've been chloride! i'm positive and you're negative. together we form sodium chloride, where strong ionic bonds hold us together and nothing can break us apart! hopefully. :D AND if you don't date me sooner, don't say i've got no time for you okay! i love you many many many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;sunshine/&lt;s&gt;thunderstorm&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i almost died travelling from hougang to jurong east today. why did i agree to accompany my mom to imm to run errands? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling postponed today's date. so it's lunch tomorrow! heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4222367605913961440?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4222367605913961440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4222367605913961440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4222367605913961440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4222367605913961440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-jasminelaw-i-felt-need-to-clarify.html' title='sodium chloride'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3026402727229863673</id><published>2008-07-02T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:26:53.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TJC + TKGS! &lt;333</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. probably because of my extreme level of highness. i think i giggled a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to temasek today! and crashed civics. (like who the hell will actually crash civics. -.-) anyway, i planned on surprising the class with my sudden appearance. but apparently, jessica told the class and they surprised me instead. with a board filled with messages which are in turn filled with lots of love. (: THANK YOU 23/08! i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;(i want to crash temasek again. heehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to tk with nat after that to collect school grad cert. we popped into string for a little while and they improved! yayy. then popped into the external mep class and just right ms ng finished teaching. so we had a chat with her. quite a long chat that is. heehee. walked around the school after that and went to videoworld for a little while. i met ms ho at the bus stop and had a chat with her too. HAHA. but apparently my chats with both teachers are about me going back to canada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i've had fun! i'm meeting darling tomorrowwww! i can't wait to see darling. heehee. and i'm specially going down to mj to meet her. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3026402727229863673?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3026402727229863673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3026402727229863673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3026402727229863673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3026402727229863673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/tjc-tkgs-333.html' title='TJC + TKGS! &lt;333'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7280318116932977542</id><published>2008-07-01T10:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:22:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back"</title><content type='html'>As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;nat sent me this, hoping to inspire me. but i wanted to cry after reading it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something i wanted to blog about, but it slipped out of my mind. damn. i sound like i'm getting old. oh well. if i remember, i'll blog it, in future. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's temasek junior college and tanjong katong girls' school tomorrow! my dates. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7280318116932977542?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7280318116932977542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7280318116932977542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7280318116932977542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7280318116932977542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-sixty-seconds-you-spend-upset-is.html' title='&quot;every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you&apos;ll never get back&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3297866486434172605</id><published>2008-06-30T12:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:11:38.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of july</title><content type='html'>since it's the month of july, which is somewhat significant, i shall post something. HAHA. well, july is finally here. the much dreaded month of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. happy birthday to theresa, charmaine and my cousin! HAHA. and 12 hours later, it'll be canada day. so it'll be really festive next year. can play with fireworks, from what my cousin used to say. i've always loved july 1st, and i guess i still do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. i can't wait for wednesday to be over. then it'll really be partying time. and packing time too. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3297866486434172605?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3297866486434172605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3297866486434172605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3297866486434172605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3297866486434172605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/07/month-of-july.html' title='the month of july'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1138611848976670836</id><published>2008-06-29T11:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:25:15.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no sunset, so how about sunrise?</title><content type='html'>i love being with the tk clique. we wanted to go see the sunset today, just that the sun sets in the west, and we were at east coast park. SO, obviously we couldn't see the sun set. so we must go watch the sunrise okay! promise? and please don't ask me to watch the sunrise from the plane on the day i leave, while you all can watch sunrise together. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many more days we can meet up. and i do want to meet up with A LOT of people. it's just whether they want to meet up with me or not. D:&lt;br /&gt;and erm, the clock is ticking. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1138611848976670836?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1138611848976670836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1138611848976670836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1138611848976670836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1138611848976670836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-sunset-so-how-about-sunrise.html' title='no sunset, so how about sunrise?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3684800834750074946</id><published>2008-06-28T06:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:28:57.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'forever'</title><content type='html'>maybe, talking to people about it isn't a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people asked how long i'll be gone for,&lt;br /&gt;the only answer i could give them is 'forever'.&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day i'll be back, but when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laid in bed last night, thinking if i've made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's too late to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear girl, i'm not taking my departure (and our friendship) light-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just choosing an easier way to accept things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3684800834750074946?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3684800834750074946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3684800834750074946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3684800834750074946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3684800834750074946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/forever.html' title='&apos;forever&apos;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6843979684185377097</id><published>2008-06-25T03:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:37:28.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"if you like maintaining a mysterious aura.."</title><content type='html'>it's wednesday and i've survived through half the week. i'm sure most of you would have known what had happened by now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i've been happy lately because i've been living in my own bubble. and nathaniel lum claims that i use the bubble analogy a lot. which i don't. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the mid years are ending either tomorrow or friday, feel free to talk to me then. i promise i'll tell. and since it's good to talk to someone about it. OR you can not talk to me and be ignorant of it. which will make you a happier person, i swear. it's fine with me because i "like maintaining a mysterious aura". (sounds familiar?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6843979684185377097?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6843979684185377097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6843979684185377097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6843979684185377097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6843979684185377097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-like-maintaining-mysterious-aura.html' title='&quot;if you like maintaining a mysterious aura..&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1136143383129316249</id><published>2008-06-21T02:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:09:54.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dear everyone</title><content type='html'>dear everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an entire day + night of thinking, i've decided to break the news to you all only after mid years. it's hard breaking the news, and initially i even thought of not telling at all. but i know that's not a right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didn't just made you curious/spoil your day or days to come. please do not try getting anything out of me. do study hard and pass mid years with flying colours. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;vicki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1136143383129316249?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1136143383129316249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1136143383129316249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1136143383129316249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1136143383129316249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-everyone.html' title='dear everyone'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2477029099330358521</id><published>2008-06-20T03:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:15:00.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'waste my life away'</title><content type='html'>it's 3 in the afternoon and i've just woke up. not that i'm tired, but i refused to wake up. i suddenly have this urge to rot at home everyday and just waste my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should have gone to school and supported the people who had recital though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to someoneee. but if i talk to someone, i'll spill everything out. damnit. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2477029099330358521?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2477029099330358521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2477029099330358521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2477029099330358521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2477029099330358521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-3-in-afternoon-and-ive-just-woke-up.html' title='&apos;waste my life away&apos;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4639475906214422194</id><published>2008-06-19T13:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:04:47.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>completely lost. D:</title><content type='html'>at this point of time, i want to disappear. just like that, and no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to hate being at home. more so by the second. i have no idea why i'm in a bad mood while i'm home anyway. it's not like i'm not going to part with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i shouldn't be disturbing anyone nowadays. so i can just go and c.s. (inside joke :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i have to keep breaking people's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4639475906214422194?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4639475906214422194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4639475906214422194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4639475906214422194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4639475906214422194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/completely-lost-d.html' title='completely lost. D:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-1510459237185676302</id><published>2008-06-16T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:07:16.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"it never matters how far apart we are, what matters is how close we stay."</title><content type='html'>dear jasminelaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 7th consecutive post your name has appeared on my blog. i'm not obsessed with you or something. but it's because you're my (almost) everything. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your sunshine always.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i was going through my inbox just now and found this message that nat sent me not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;there was this pretty nice quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"it never matters how far apart we are, what matters is how close we stay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please stay happy everyone. I LOVE YOU ALL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(secretly i think jasminelaw can get quite sweet at times.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-1510459237185676302?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/1510459237185676302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=1510459237185676302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1510459237185676302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/1510459237185676302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-never-matters-how-far-apart-we-are.html' title='&quot;it never matters how far apart we are, what matters is how close we stay.&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-298306065658257925</id><published>2008-06-15T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:23:43.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ovalteenies!</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. and i can't believe no one is online. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having ovalteenies now! :D jasminelaw! quickly appear and date meee! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the IT show at suntec today! so i went to visit ck, who looked as though he was going to die. (which is true) my sister was quite entertained by him. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm keeping a BIG SECRET. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-298306065658257925?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/298306065658257925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=298306065658257925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/298306065658257925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/298306065658257925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/ovalteenies.html' title='ovalteenies!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-8757441466710939235</id><published>2008-06-14T01:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:58:00.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"but i dun wan vicki to leave me.."</title><content type='html'>huixin is going to make me cry. she's like the sweetest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copy and pasted from huixin's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss my PAE class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jasmine law&amp;amp;vicki tse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jus hope june hols wun end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nt becux i dun wan mid yrs or wan to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i dun wan vicki to leave me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't seen ally and huixin during the holidays. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-8757441466710939235?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/8757441466710939235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=8757441466710939235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8757441466710939235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/8757441466710939235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/huixinnnn.html' title='&quot;but i dun wan vicki to leave me..&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-3526855872185825287</id><published>2008-06-12T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:57:21.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"and what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger!"</title><content type='html'>no matter how tough, how scary things are, i'm just going to go ahead. i'll put on a brave front and continue walking down this scary path. i can do it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"and what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll gain independence from all this. and anyway, i don't really have time to worry and to be scared. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASMINELAW. when are you going to date me again! i miss you, suddenly. HAHAHA. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-3526855872185825287?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/3526855872185825287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=3526855872185825287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3526855872185825287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/3526855872185825287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you.html' title='&quot;and what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger!&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7967792208242890145</id><published>2008-06-11T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:46:30.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>confused?</title><content type='html'>i've suddenly lost all my courage. i was certain of my decision until tonight. when my daddy started saying discouraging things again. now i'm scared, really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't have the courage to stay behind either. oh well, i don't have the courage to do a lot of things i guess. but whatever it is, i'll regret it. i'm pretty sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in deep trouble now because i've got to hand in my scores by tomorrow for recital and i still haven't decided on my pieces. oh great. i'm really panicking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i daydreamed about being back in meridian today.&lt;/s&gt; maybe it's because i've been seeing jasminelaw too much. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7967792208242890145?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7967792208242890145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7967792208242890145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7967792208242890145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7967792208242890145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/confused.html' title='confused?'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2887249053691857748</id><published>2008-06-10T11:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:09:54.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>08S113 + jasminelaw study dates!</title><content type='html'>today was supposed to be a study date with 08S113. but it turned out to be a play date after we decided to crash bijie's house. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died spamming jasminelaw's phone in the morning, trying to wake her up. we met at 1.30pm again, though we agreed on 10am. at 4 plus, we left whitesands, to go to bijie's house. can you imagine, we CABBED when his house was 4 bus stops away. and i spent the rest of the day with the piano and the guitar. dinner with jasminelaw at pasta mania at tampines. i swear i'm putting on a lot of weight from all my study dates with jasminelaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what to say about yesterday. well, it was a study date with jasminelaw and 10am-10pm didn't materialise. bumped into ruo yu who was a major distraction. and did lots of thinking i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying hard to get out of jcts. and i'm really very scared of mr ku. damnit. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2887249053691857748?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2887249053691857748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2887249053691857748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2887249053691857748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2887249053691857748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/08s113-jasminelaw-study-dates.html' title='08S113 + jasminelaw study dates!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4039553665366582560</id><published>2008-06-06T08:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:46:42.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>study date with jasminelaw!</title><content type='html'>my head is throbbing after an entire day in front of the tv. which resulted in only a half-done math tutorial. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a study date with jasminelaw yesterday! HEEHEE. we were supposed to meet at 10am, but met at 1.30pm instead. i woke up at 10am and she woke up at 11am. because we both slept at 3am. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at parkway macs from 1.30pm till 10.30pm. i think the people were sick of seeing us. i only studied a little of biology, but at least better than nothing! spent lots of time laughing at jasminelaw though. and she just won't stop thinking about my brother. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left macs, we didn't really feel like going home and she missed her bus anyway. so we sat by the pavement and talked till 11.30pm. which was &lt;strong&gt;awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's have a study date again okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;"i officially have no lesbiany friends in meridian for me to cling to." (from jasminelaw)&lt;br /&gt;well, i officially have no lesbiany friends in temasek for me to cling to too. ):&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4039553665366582560?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4039553665366582560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4039553665366582560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4039553665366582560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4039553665366582560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/study-date-with-jasminelaw.html' title='study date with jasminelaw!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-4659330913135959139</id><published>2008-06-04T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:17:04.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mei's surprise party!</title><content type='html'>today was brilliant! HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke to nat's call at noon, saying that she'll be coming to my house in an hour's time. so i scrambled out of bed and rushed to get ready, but in the end, she came two hours later. :/ but anyway, we had fun stoning/talking/painting her nails/playing the piano(typical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lazed around so much that we left the house late, so we had to rush down to heerens to get mei's present. then we speed-walked to plaza sing, because all nat had in her ez-link was 65cents. but apparently, we were still the earliest. settled down in cafe cartel and tried to make mei come with every possible way. we started eating even before she came. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, dinner was fun, with everyone's retardedness. mei was surprised/shocked when she came into cafe cartel, because jialing cooked up many strange stories. so surprise was successful! but dinner and mei's present left me completely broke too. and i still got a study date cum lunch cum dinner tomorrow. i shall be good to my mommy and daddy tonight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride home was the best. because i had a long talk with darling! we were giggling on the bus so much that i think everyone was staring at us. OPPS. but yes, we need more time to talk, so hopefully the dinner date on tuesday! yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know tomorrow will be equally brilliant too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-4659330913135959139?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/4659330913135959139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=4659330913135959139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4659330913135959139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/4659330913135959139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/meis-surprise-party.html' title='mei&apos;s surprise party!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7420293291590167419</id><published>2008-06-03T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:07:56.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movie date with nat!</title><content type='html'>today is a relatively pleasant day, despite waking up at an unearthly hour for violin. 9.30am is unearthly, because my entire house was still sleeping. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nat at tampines in the afternoon and caught made of honour with her. the movie, according to nat, is quite disappointing. but our heart-to-heart talk afterwards was definitely worth it. HEEHEE. i didn't manage to spill out much stuff today, because, i don't really know how to put my problems into words. but at least nat spilled, &lt;strong&gt;quite a lot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to start studying, because i might not be able to run away from jcts. and start practising. oh, and composing. :/ i foresee more sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i can't wait for more talks with my girlfriends. including one 10am-10pm &lt;s&gt;talk&lt;/s&gt; study date with jasminelaw. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7420293291590167419?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7420293291590167419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7420293291590167419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7420293291590167419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7420293291590167419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-date-with-nat.html' title='movie date with nat!'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6250598742060656408</id><published>2008-05-30T07:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:50:28.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"we will still be friends forever"</title><content type='html'>the month of may is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i start to emo, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHUA MEI MEI! thank you for being ever so retarded, for letting me laugh at your funny pronounciations and letting tease you. thank you for always being so enthusiastic about everything under the sun, that's why we always have great fun. please do stay this way and i hope you had a great birthday! heehee. I LOVE YOU MEI. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past five months, i've grew to love/miss/cherish many things. i missed the times in mj, and my 08S113. i grew to love tj (which i've regretted going initially), 23/08 and my dearest chamber ensemble. yet at the same time, i missed the old tk days, the tk clique. not forgetting my kcp clique too (who broke my heart today cause i thought we could really go for lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why does my heart sink even more, when i told my mom my decision. shouldn't i feel relieved because i've made a decision? why do i sound firm, yet feel so uncertain inside. i suddenly feel as though the whole world is about the collapse on me. i hope i won't regret this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to all the friends i've made here, in singapore, we're always be friends forever, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least we still have roughly two months together. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-6250598742060656408?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/6250598742060656408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=6250598742060656408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6250598742060656408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/6250598742060656408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-will-still-be-friends-forever.html' title='&quot;we will still be friends forever&quot;'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-2122366088055915392</id><published>2008-05-29T09:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:17:56.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VERONICA IS LOVE! (:</title><content type='html'>today is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school in the morning to pass huiching the concert dvds. and that's it, because i didn't go for lessons. :/ so, i spent my entire morning nagging at someone to finish his string quartets. (SERIOUSLY, me? nagging? i'm gaining more people who nags at me though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i rushed down to parkway to meet veronica! who has become snow white. heehee. the five hours i spent with her was LOVE. though all we did was just to talk. we talked through lunch, while walking around parkway for countless times, and through a drink. (: we just had too much to talk about. and veronica gave me a lot of encouragement to just go for canada. so i've almost sorted out my thoughts and come to a decision? I LOVE YOU VERON! i can't wait till you get back from indonesia then we can have another chatting session! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what yixiu said to me today.&lt;br /&gt;"and alot of them should be quite interested in you anyway"&lt;br /&gt;(i had high hopes)&lt;br /&gt;"cuz rarely got ppl suddenly pop in during last yr of high sch, and somemore come from s'pore"&lt;br /&gt;(WTH. i thought yixiu will say something that will make me high and happy for once.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i'm still scared. I NEED TO GET OVER THIS FEAR. someone help me, please. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still worried at how my section is dying. my president promised to think of something to save my section though. how sweet of him right. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a much happier girl today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-2122366088055915392?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/2122366088055915392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=2122366088055915392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2122366088055915392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/2122366088055915392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/05/veronica-is-love.html' title='VERONICA IS LOVE! (:'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-7092002620914709636</id><published>2008-05-27T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:13:37.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emonster.</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. i'm really very tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to try anymore. i don't understand why i am trying so hard in everything. i don't really see a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this very split second, i don't want to care about anything. i just want to hide in my little bubble and, rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, i know i will, because that'll make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(and i can't let it daunt me)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10500051-7092002620914709636?l=-miracles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/feeds/7092002620914709636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10500051&amp;postID=7092002620914709636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7092002620914709636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10500051/posts/default/7092002620914709636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-miracles.blogspot.com/2008/05/emonster.html' title='emonster.'/><author><name>vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896485029259834426</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-10500051.post-6953971709216078951</id><published>2008-05-26T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:41:37.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 long days consecutively</title><content type='html'>i'm tired, but extremely satisfied with what i've done for the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was an eventful day. had violin 2 outing without weiting, because we were getting stuff for weiting. i was 2 hours late. :/ we went to get section slippers and section rings! then met nat and mei to discuss about jialing and yixiu's surprise party. after which, i went for TJCO concert. which was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was jialing and yixiu's surprise party. i met yixiu and kept her company, in order to bring her to esplanade rooftop. but anyway, the surprise kind of failed. but it was great spending time with my girlfriends again. i was happy cause i could be my true self, and just get really high and do stupid things. having a long talk with yixiu is the BEST. i've kind of sorted out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was chamber outing. met my v2 at simei after math lecture to prepare weiting's gift. then had buffet at han restaurant. ate A LOT. i'm going to put on 5kg, seriously. had fun running around, stealing people's food. after which, the j2s played a prank on us, and erm, it didn't really turned out pleasant. but anyway, headed to tampines arcade after that, watched them para para, and then home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling down now and i've no idea why. this is terrible and i'm scaring people off. maybe i'm stressing myself out too much, unnecessarily. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have unconfirmed plans for the rest of the week. do date me, alright? 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