<?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-2600991267632350112</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:13:19.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T h e  L a s t  S u m m e r</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600991267632350112.post-7201699717995780287</id><published>2010-01-08T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:18:04.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Ngee Ann Polytechnic today. It was fucking fun. I'm hesitating whether i should choose to focus on the Psychology route or the mass com route.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, please Lord, please allow me to quit. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7201699717995780287?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7201699717995780287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-ngee-ann-polytechnic-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7201699717995780287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7201699717995780287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-ngee-ann-polytechnic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-528525180828315937</id><published>2010-01-03T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:50:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HI FUCKER, STOP SAYING I GIVE EXCUSES, YOU SUCK RIGHT TO THE CORE. I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-528525180828315937?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/528525180828315937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-fucker-stop-saying-i-give-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/528525180828315937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/528525180828315937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-fucker-stop-saying-i-give-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-8822446919665938014</id><published>2010-01-03T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:14:25.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>When things gets tougher, stay strong. Believe it, and you'll see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-8822446919665938014?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/8822446919665938014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/8822446919665938014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/8822446919665938014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-9173385761062148752</id><published>2009-12-31T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:04:20.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Fetish?</title><content type='html'>SUPER JUNIOR: 81 REASONS THAT MAKE YOU A FAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You tend to use hand gestures while talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Adopts "Englishie" as your language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You scream "YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You think of Donghae whenever someone says "Fishy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You and a friend attempt to do the infamous Kibum and Donghae roleplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You want to name your goldfish Fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Brush off the amazement of people losing 10kg in a month. No one can compare to Kangin's 30kg in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The way to apologise is by rubbing your hands while saying "Sorry, Sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. After the apologising, you are most likely to continue singing the rest of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The best chicken in existence is Kyochon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Local MC's cannot, repeat, CANNOT compare to Eunhyuk &amp;amp; Leeteuk's skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You only watch Star King if Super Junior appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kangin, TOP of Big Bang and Hongki of FT Island are long lost brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You've developed a fascination for fish because of Donghae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You started liking dumplings even more after what Hankyung had given his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Most of your fun facts came from EHB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ryeowook's high notes are insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You attempt to give you and your other 12 friends a Disney character nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. At sleepover, you are most likely to sing 'Pajama Party'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You no longer say 'Good night'. Instead 'Sleep Well'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You try to imitate Leeteuk's "ANG-ANG" laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You add "ie" to the end of your name for a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When watching a music video, you pause the video in the chorus to count all 13 members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You refuse to download any interview or talk because you know people will sub it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You have memorised all 13 members' english name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Among your friends, you have a Super Casanova, Super Loose Mouth, Super Prince &amp;amp; Super Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Attack on the Pin-Up Boys is the best movie EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You like to hire Eunkyuk as your maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You try to have your dad as a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Once in awhile, you try to touch your upper lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You know the members from oldest to the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You know the translations of every Super Junior song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You actually pronounce "Super Junior" as "Shoo-pah Joo nya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.34. ELF 4 LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys who like pink are super attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You started liking WarCraft because of GameKyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Has bought more than one thousand dollars worth of Super Junior things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Your wallpaper has Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You have watched Titanic and couldn't help to think of the Suju roleplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You have tried speaking broken Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Has completely abandoned all previous fandoms for Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The sentence: "Girl, my heart is so cold. Please come back to me. My shining moment.Forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys touching each other, kissing, on top of each other is totally normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You laugh at people who are anti-Super Junior or don't know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You'd have Henry of Kibum as your primary translators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Your friends don't like them can still name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You know who the group's couples are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I LOVE HENRY &amp;amp; ZHOUMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You'd want to slap someone in the face if they called Shindong fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You are always updated with a Suju member's Cyworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You know Yesung's turtle's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Your goal in life is to find a job that relates to Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Your reason for going to South Korea is because you want to stalk a member of Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Lip syncing is totally okay with you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. A majority in your life of the music in you ipod/MP3 is Suju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. The first time you've been on Yahoo Korean Auditions was because of Super Junior merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You sleep the "Eunhyuk way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The first single you ever bought was Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You believe the best way to propose is "Would you marry me~?" with the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. You know how to successful prank someone. (do it the heechul way:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Your PARENTS know who Super Junior is which one is your favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Heechul makes a pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. You have been turned off by all the guys at school because none can compare to your favourite Super Junior member well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Your binders and notebooks are littered with Super Junior pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. teacher knows who Super Junior is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Your locker wall is covered with so many Suju posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You listened to Kyuhyun's version of A Whole New World more than the Aladdin version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. You have the subbed nonsubbed versions of all their MVs in high quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. The first lyrics you ever memorised the whole thing of was a Super Junior song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. You are easily turned on by the 13 pelvic thrusts of the Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. The first time you ever maxed out on Megaupload was after you became a Super Junior fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. January 1st isn't New Year anymore, it's Sungmin's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. You run out of breath more from watching Super Junior than you do running during Gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. You quote Super Junior songs for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. You consider Mandarin a sexy language because of Super Junior M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. You spent an hour trying to hack Megaupload to d/l more Super Junior things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. You believe Super Junior is good for losing weight, you sweat, write, laugh and never have enough money for actual food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. You can remember all the members' birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. You easily cry if you see the members crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Your ringtome is a Super Junior song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. You didn't realised that you were that crazy about Super Junior until you read the last 80 descriptions and LOLed when you realised how many applied to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-9173385761062148752?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/9173385761062148752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/idol-fetish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9173385761062148752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9173385761062148752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/idol-fetish.html' title='Idol Fetish?'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-4682600316562487544</id><published>2009-12-10T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:51:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY METAL STICK IS FUCKING HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4682600316562487544?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4682600316562487544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-metal-stick-is-fucking-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4682600316562487544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4682600316562487544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-metal-stick-is-fucking-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-495685724419545163</id><published>2009-12-09T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:40:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. I'm losing my sanity. I've gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong damn funny. HAHA. Fine dining in berms. HAHA. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drowsy and sick. Damn Flu. 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CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE I AM IN LOVE WITH WOOYOUNG'S CHEAP DANCE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4698508635643106367?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4698508635643106367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-cheap-dance-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4698508635643106367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4698508635643106367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-cheap-dance-awesome.html' title='i LOVE CHEAP DANCE. AWESOME!'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6978157949788634974</id><published>2009-12-01T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:53:11.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee is my life</title><content type='html'>I'm coughing like shit and my lungs are bursting. I've doing SS since nine in the morning and it's  killing me. Still have to send it to Mrs. Tjan:( I'm stuck with those to what extent questions :( It's freaking tedious. But this beats doing maths:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6978157949788634974?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6978157949788634974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/coffee-is-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6978157949788634974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6978157949788634974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/12/coffee-is-my-life.html' title='Coffee is my life'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-7456551306848194188</id><published>2009-11-30T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:19:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't resist the urge to think to of- everyday. You're on my mind everyday, every second. I can go crazy just thinking of you. It's really unbearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To: _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, just say how to feel alright, cos' i'll be there for you no matter what happens. I know how you feel too. I hope everything goes well for you. Love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7456551306848194188?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7456551306848194188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7456551306848194188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7456551306848194188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-everything.html' title='My Everything'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-4781178719886235346</id><published>2009-11-28T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:26:25.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything stops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That little wave meant a lot to me. So does that one sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4781178719886235346?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4781178719886235346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-everything-stops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4781178719886235346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4781178719886235346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-everything-stops.html' title='When everything stops'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-7112303022410842308</id><published>2009-11-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:34:32.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance is never ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7112303022410842308?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7112303022410842308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/annoyance-is-never-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7112303022410842308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7112303022410842308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/annoyance-is-never-ending.html' title='Annoyance is never ending'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-4327146097491333673</id><published>2009-11-07T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:50:45.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>I bought my first pair my heels today! Estatic:) I can't wait to wear it on Sunday! Angelina, I love you. Miss you already:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4327146097491333673?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4327146097491333673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4327146097491333673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4327146097491333673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-7100721102096035206</id><published>2009-11-06T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:39:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>Dropped one and now the obsession with the other.&lt;br /&gt;I reaalized there isn't anything for me to get upset about. After all, this is just part and parcel of life. I shan't worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with just my friends. DIONIS, WANLING, DEB, PEI, JESS, INGRID, XINYI, MAISIE, ALEX, MEILI, JIAMIN, XIMIN and many many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7100721102096035206?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7100721102096035206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/paradox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7100721102096035206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7100721102096035206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/11/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-4557852597386209021</id><published>2009-09-21T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:20:24.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUG. MUG.</title><content type='html'>Stupid flu, go away:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pervert, eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mega cute, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4557852597386209021?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4557852597386209021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/mug-mug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4557852597386209021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4557852597386209021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/mug-mug.html' title='MUG. MUG.'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-596346764074640405</id><published>2009-09-18T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:26:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eradicate</title><content type='html'>After training, went to compass with Dionis to get hot fudge. Well, it's our routine. Took bus there. Spent 15mins or so eating it. Said Han Long's waiting for her at 7-11. Ok. So went to meet him, she dragged me there. No sign of Han Long. Walked around looking for him and figuring out his whereabouts. At last, after touring the basement, he turned up. Yay. Time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why I just can't send my Literature Poem to Mrs. Tan. Is there some sort of problems with gmail or what? I hope this time she gets it. I weighing the pros and cons of whether to make a trip down to vivo's candy empire to get jelly beans or not. I can't believe that I'm going to do something so wild and daring tmr. Well, to me it is. Looking forward to tmr. Duck's gonna come over at 5.30am in the morning to jog with me. Then we'll study:) 11 plus she'll need to go off for her violin lesson and I'd need to meet Dailing for swimming. Only after that, then we'll go cat class together. I'm pondering over what I should wear tmr after swimming to church. I swear it's causing me to lose my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-596346764074640405?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/596346764074640405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/eradicate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/596346764074640405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/596346764074640405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/eradicate.html' title='Eradicate'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6986039360347243958</id><published>2009-09-16T16:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:00:39.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger finally allow me to upload pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmULdnoTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X_gjud5cXGQ/s1600-h/P1290655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381984420312359218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmULdnoTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X_gjud5cXGQ/s320/P1290655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmQKOt4AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vFPX3-icXjw/s1600-h/P1290593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381984351261941762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmQKOt4AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vFPX3-icXjw/s320/P1290593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmLWeO4qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N3LMBx5TJ7k/s1600-h/8832_150589877496_679512496_2512367_2096017_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381984268648899234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmLWeO4qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N3LMBx5TJ7k/s320/8832_150589877496_679512496_2512367_2096017_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmFWN3QbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L3wP1Dl_uUA/s1600-h/8832_150589847496_679512496_2512364_2036681_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381984165501026738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmFWN3QbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L3wP1Dl_uUA/s320/8832_150589847496_679512496_2512364_2036681_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCl-U2TVgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fl08p3l76hU/s1600-h/8832_150589842496_679512496_2512363_2200241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381984044874683906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCl-U2TVgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fl08p3l76hU/s320/8832_150589842496_679512496_2512363_2200241_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Didn't have anything to blog today. Except for maybe yesterday's pictures. Gosh, I think my mp3's spoilt:( I need a new phone. This current one has already gone haywire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;After school, met mom at rivervale plaza. Ate my sweet as I walked there. Felt like some little kid:) Ate lunch at the food court there, was about to sit down then I saw Jackie. Said HI BYE then he said he's gonna return to school. So yeah. Tada~ I shall drown myself in my books today. Be prepared to suffer 3 periods of amaths tomorrow. Fuck. I'm gonna doze off again. One good thing to look forward to is that there's no english lesson tomorrow. Awesome. I think I'll have to suffer another night of trigo graphs and equations again. Have been staying up late because of it. Annoying. But I got to work hard now. I really need to work on my mathe and humanities. Gotta do well for final years. TP's my choice:) I'm looking out for poly and jc open houses so if anyone has any information about it, please inform me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm looking forward to this coming Saturday:) There's cat class again:) It has finally resumed. I need to tresure the last 2 and a half months of cat class cos' there ain't gonna be anymore after comfirmation. I will miss you all, I definitely will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anyone wants to take a ride on the Singapore Flyer with me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halima has great horror stories:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6986039360347243958?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6986039360347243958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-finally-allow-me-to-upload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6986039360347243958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6986039360347243958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-finally-allow-me-to-upload.html' title='Blogger finally allow me to upload pictures.'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h8NQzqaJXxw/SrCmULdnoTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X_gjud5cXGQ/s72-c/P1290655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600991267632350112.post-6642106084737543907</id><published>2009-09-15T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:58:33.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I be able to do well?</title><content type='html'>Went to Temasek Polytechnic today:) Damn effin fun. Had a workshop on Leisure and Resort Management:) Awesome. I can't express it enough. I didnt know there's 11 diplomas in the Business area. So goondo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6642106084737543907?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6642106084737543907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-i-be-able-to-do-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6642106084737543907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6642106084737543907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-i-be-able-to-do-well.html' title='Will I be able to do well?'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6721701384652772120</id><published>2009-09-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:19:06.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the most AWESOMEST day ever! ME, MEL, AND ANG went to EAST COAST PARK:) Sleep only for 4 hours then Woke up at 6.15 like that then showered and ate and rummage through my wardrobe. Had to bring clothes for church too:) So I decided on a tee and shorts with my sneakers and a backpack:) Met Ang at 7.30 like that at Sengkang MRT platform. She dressed till super feminine. HAHA. Then inside the train, Ang was fast falling asleep, me too. But the train was too jerky, couldnt sleep with so many people staring at me too:) We changed to the green line after alighting at Outram. On the green line train, something embarrassing happened. Me and Ang were leaning against the door. When the train stopped, we realised that the door at our side was going to open! We were completely oblivious to everything cos' we were sort of busy sms-ing. i think. So awkward, cos' people were looking at us. So yeah, we started to giggle and not look at other people on the train. Alighted at Kembangan. Then waited for Mel, in between the cheers shop and the playground. Then we were thinking about what impression we had of that place before we came. Damn funny. Talked About which terrace Mel might probably stay in. Then Mel called/ sms Ang and told us to walk to our right. Yeah, so we did. And we saw this gold colored car. And Ang and I were like" OMG! Both parents are in the car?!" HAHA. Then she asked me to get in first. I was like" HI UNCLE AUNTIE!" Then they were like "Hi!". Ang said the same thing too. They asked us about the duration of the journey and we said 45mins:) It was super quiet in the car. MEL ANG AND I were mouthing what we wanted to say. Then we started pointing frantically at terrace houses. HAHA. MEL told me to look at this house then i thought it was hers. And she was like" A lot of trees!" I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mel's mom and dad dropped us off at East Coast and they went" Enjoy yourselves!"&lt;br /&gt;ME and ANG" Thanks you! bye!"&lt;br /&gt;The three of us walked and walked. It was a distance from the park. We saw many restaurants. Reached there and found a place to put down our belongings. Went down to the beach. Talked and laughed. The sea was nice, the view was awesome, everything was just fantastic. Mel hates seaweeds! Cos' some of it got stuck to her legs and she kicked it off and screamed. After that, we camwhored. ANG suggested  jumpshots, so we did! It was FUN! I did some then they failed. HAHA but the three of us did it anyway, till it was successful:)  The sand was warm. nice:) We sat by the bench, tanning ourselves for 15mins and clean our legs. There was sand and salt on it. Next, we went ROLLERBLADING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a DISASTER!!!! But we had loads of fun! MEL  was the most experienced among the three of us so she had to guide and hold on to us. But we kept falling and laughing. People were just staring and us! When we fell, we just posed for the pictures:) Sporting right? :D Oh, i forgot to mention that we actually spent almost half and hour to wear our socks, guards and the blades. Before we know it, 1 hour has already flown passed us.  ANG and I were very tired after all the falling already. We sat down to rest before making our way back to the rental store. Wiped off our sweat and took pictures and talked:) We were craving for real food and drinks luh, not the burger kind:) After returning our skates, we took out bags from the locker and walked to and fro towards the hawker center. We didn't know where it was, thought it was some red colored building. Then walked past Burger King(air conditioned). Tempted to go in, but for the sake of REAL food, we perservered and continued looking for the hawker center:) This guy handed us his name cards and said" Want to learn rollerblading without falling?"  We stared , it was come guy in his thirties. Not some hunk:( Of Course we rejected:) After minutes of walking, we gave up, didnt know where the hakwer center was located. So we walked back and ate at Subway:) Queued up and ANG was like tapping me. I looked, she beamed, asked me to looked at who's standing behind her. A handsome young caucasian:) Good looking:) MEL reccommended Cold Cut Trio meal. So we did.  Ang was lost so Mel helped her. Ate and joked at the same time. As usual, she was still craving for MORE food.&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to MEL's house to wash up. Entered her house and greeted her parents again. Ang and I practically WOOED and AHHED at everything we saw. It was like damn white and clean and spacious and BEAUTIFUL! Drank cold mineral water then went up to her room which was also very very nice. She had a bathroom in it! Lucky luh! We rummaged through her stuff while she bathed. I bathed the last and played Guess Who? with Mel. I was like glaring at the bathroom, it was just so heavenly too:) Afetr drying my hair and packing up, we set up for the MRT in case Ang got late for her piano lessons. The trip back was fun:)&lt;br /&gt;Said bye to Ang on the MRT"Cya! BYE! Muacks!" haha. Then MEL I headed for 7-11. I bought cup noodles and mineral water. She did too but without any drinks. Went up to outside of the library to meet Hannah and ate our noodles. We talked about dumb stuff. Then fed Hannah our noodles and we ate our long ago SBUWAY COOKIES! awesome! Finally, we went in. They studied while I read my book. We joked and stuff. Then stayed there until 4.30 when we went to MACS to buy Hannah's Cornetto McFlurry. Headed for the interchange and waited for Ang. She bought a tea egg after that.&lt;br /&gt;Boarded the bus, I sat with Mel, Hannah with Ang. Went to church's toilet then. My hair was a disaster, had to survive with UGLY LOOKING HAIR yesterday. EEW! Then we saw "David" and talked. HAHA. DAVID.&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the pews there and crapped about sexbomb coming and stuff. It was fun:) The kids were cute, especially Megan:) She said if i dont take her sweet then she'll kill me! haha. Such words from a tiny little kid! Webster was like telling us about the Christmas thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathed, ate dinner, read my book, watched a bit of tv and fell alseep. Can you imagined how I was dragged up just to eat apple? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was damn tired. During mass, I discovered a little bruise on my wrist from the rollerblading thing. It's officially on the hate list now until i've learnt how to do it properly:)&lt;br /&gt;My whole body's aching now and I feel that my eyes are swollen. Argh. Not enough sleep,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6721701384652772120?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6721701384652772120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-one-of-most-awesomest-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6721701384652772120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6721701384652772120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-one-of-most-awesomest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6364917446459349758</id><published>2009-09-10T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:45:28.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesitating</title><content type='html'>I've thought long and hard about it. Mel, I've chosen to tell you my deepest secret, just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6364917446459349758?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6364917446459349758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hesitating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6364917446459349758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6364917446459349758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hesitating.html' title='Hesitating'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6961541692534184234</id><published>2009-09-05T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:52:33.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful:)</title><content type='html'>Choir, fun:) Mel was damn damn funny. After that, walked to compass with hannah, natalie and andy. Awkward. Cos' i didnt know andy, so we didnt talk all. Felt like a loser:( natalie kept asking me to eat come yellow pocky and i kept refusing cos' i just burnt my calories yesterday with the 13 rounds:) yEAH. looking forward to that day:) I hope I can get to know THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th October- Invitation to wedding anniversary of Uncle "David"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6961541692534184234?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6961541692534184234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6961541692534184234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6961541692534184234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful:)'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-7030599210596371975</id><published>2009-09-03T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:41:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, why take him away from me now?</title><content type='html'>Why. why must it be her? This can't be happening. It's too sudden. I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life ends here today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7030599210596371975?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7030599210596371975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/lord-why-take-him-away-from-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7030599210596371975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7030599210596371975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/lord-why-take-him-away-from-me-now.html' title='Lord, why take him away from me now?'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-3066312548967409456</id><published>2009-09-02T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:55:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, happy, super happy:)</title><content type='html'>Elated. That's how I'm feeling right now:) I gonna buy old man a sweater from uniqlo and she's gonna buy me something from cotton on for childrens' day (*grins):) Yes, I have to save up money right now. I need to do my mathe. Ok. I shall survive on 1 dollar everyday from next monday onwards:) Then on sunday, I'll be able to get the amount of money I need to buy that old man her present:) I cant wait for that day:) And we might be watching a movie too, next week:) hopefully with puayshan too:) she's damn hilarious:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used many many smileys, like this:) today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-3066312548967409456?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/3066312548967409456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-super-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/3066312548967409456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/3066312548967409456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-super-happy.html' title='Happy, happy, super happy:)'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-5806842856837670559</id><published>2009-09-01T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:16:48.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>I just spent a miserable 5hours doing my composition. I still have chinese homework awaiting me:( kill me. Free me from all sorrow and torture:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-5806842856837670559?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/5806842856837670559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5806842856837670559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5806842856837670559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-972451376693536174</id><published>2009-08-31T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:06:19.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's broken and coming to an end.</title><content type='html'>Absolutely wrong. I'm sorry I'm doing this to you. I'm feeling so desperate I have no choice but to resort to this. Silence me. I want this to end. I can't take this anymore, it's too tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-972451376693536174?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/972451376693536174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-broken-and-coming-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/972451376693536174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/972451376693536174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-broken-and-coming-to-end.html' title='It&apos;s broken and coming to an end.'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-5945355126594973817</id><published>2009-08-29T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:27:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction to choir</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7am today because I had to prepare for the carnival and set the stall. Ms Wong brought her daughter, Grace. She's like super cute:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a long day,  a very long and tiring one. Haunted house was like super scary, stupid old man! I was screaming my head off okay.&lt;br /&gt;Went home only at 3.46pm because me deb and corin stayed in class and chatted:) Very very long since i've last seen corin:(&lt;br /&gt;Went home to bathe and eat then went to church(choir).  During the mass, I kepting wanting to laugh, I have no idea why. It was fun though. Oh. And webster was like" Girls, today is your last session here right? So are ya'll going to join us?" The the women behind were like" Join! Join! Join!" It was damn funny! Then we were nodding our heads off:) Went to sign our papers and stuff then Webster said" I'm very happy today!" Obviously because we joined choir that's why~ Oh. And yay. We're gonna take part in the Christmas Pagent! And we'll have our gowns and all!  WooHoo~&lt;br /&gt;I love St.Cecelia's Choir!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Miss Shee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you today. My heart ached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-5945355126594973817?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/5945355126594973817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction-to-choir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5945355126594973817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5945355126594973817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction-to-choir.html' title='Addiction to choir'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-5610477108596494633</id><published>2009-08-27T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:50:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange language today</title><content type='html'>Went to Tampines Industrial Park to collect class T-shirts with Xin Yi, Yi Lin after school today. One the way back on bus 27, was damn crowded. Xinyi and I did someyhing embarrassing. We alighted and took another 27 behind the one we're on. Then we realized that the one at the back overtook our bus. Anyway, we decided to alight and take another bus. And that's when this 2 aunties boarded the bus and annoy me...&lt;br /&gt;These two aunties boarded the bus like nobody's business because they starting talking very loudly like they were a thousand miles away from each other. The the red auntie was like squashing me( I was leaning against the cushioned stand), I bet she wanted to lean on it for free, you know, like, snatch everything and use everything you see, when 's there's an opportunity to. The I was so pissed off. I was like standing and holding onto the thing for support then this auntie came and started squashing me because she wants the cushioned stand. WTF. It's as if she didn't see me at all. Then I started moving away and I put my leg there and turned towards Xinyi so that my bag was obstructing her way to let her lean onto the stand. Then the bus stopped and everyone alighted(well, many). The two aunties started to rush towards the empty seats. OMG. They continued talking super loudly. The not so irritating one alighted first but not before she said: Ming tian ni you lai wo de jia hor?" Then I dont know what the red one said luh. After she alighted, the bus was very peaceful:) Yay. TYPICAL AUNTIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; I think I should start doing some voluntary stuff, like going to the orphanage and stuff. I need peace. I need to get away from all my troubles and worries. I feel kinda fucked up now because every now and then, I'll start to get pretty pissed off and irritated at every little thing when's it's not serious and severe at all. I think of you everyday without fail, and I wish that you'll disappear and vanish from my mind one fine day because i'm getting really tired of it. Why is everything so fucked up? I don't understand. Maybe I should be little miss nice and forget all my past and drop off all my grudges and start life anew, doing nothing but study, study, study. Wow. Isn;t that great?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I miss lynda so so much. I wonder how she's doing. But judging by what I saw on her blog, she seemed pretty fucked up too. Hi, partner:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-5610477108596494633?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/5610477108596494633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/strange-language-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5610477108596494633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5610477108596494633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/strange-language-today.html' title='Strange language today'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-3042570395731529917</id><published>2009-08-26T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:48:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rictus- a gaping grin or grimace</title><content type='html'>I was pretty bored today, so went to Diaso after school with Deb. Ate at macs then went up to Diaso. We practically spent 2 hours there, woo-ing and ahh-ing at all the stuff we saw. I bought like, two pouches. Then I told Deb I'm gonna go there again on Saturday with more money:) Then her face just you know, lit up:D After 2 hours of agony in the shop, because I didnt bring much money, and Deb not wanting to splurge her money on impulse, we finally paid at the cashier. Yay. A happy day:)&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Shit you. You have no idea how much I abhor you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-3042570395731529917?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/3042570395731529917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/rictus-gaping-grin-or-grimace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/3042570395731529917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/3042570395731529917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/rictus-gaping-grin-or-grimace.html' title='Rictus- a gaping grin or grimace'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-5339085893105946821</id><published>2009-08-25T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:39:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think, what's my brain for?</title><content type='html'>I didn't know IKEA's famous hotdog bread is $1.00. How stupid can I get? What's more, it's like, you know quality food. Went there with Meili , bought two boxes of alkaline batteries, ate there, then cross over to giant. Looked around the stationary corner for the balloon thing for saturday's carnival. Slack there a while, while waiting for maisie to call us back. Went around with Meili to see FBTs and like, we went to drink mineral water(there's water cooler). Kinda fun and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm left with not even a single cent for the whole of this week. I don't know how i'm going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Tampines to collect the class T-shirts with Xinyi on thursday, then friday will be games' day, saturday will be carnival and my last week of ministry attachment. I'm sad that the attachment is ending. Had lots of fun there, and it was like, enriching, yeah. I don't care, I want to be a YAC and I want to join St. Cecelia's Choir:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-5339085893105946821?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/5339085893105946821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-whats-my-brain-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5339085893105946821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/5339085893105946821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-whats-my-brain-for.html' title='Think, what&apos;s my brain for?'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-2191880475311290355</id><published>2009-08-24T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:55:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Rally</title><content type='html'>SERANGOON DISTRICT Youth Rally 2009 was AWESOME!!!!! So fun! Yay. Draw more rivers:) Had loads of fun at IJ TOA PAYOH. Saw Jess and Celestine and Marie there! But I didnt see Alex:( Omg. The songs were super nice! Everlasting God, My Life is in you, Lord, Still, AND ONE WAY! WOOHOO! The band was awesome! The testimonials were meaningful, the drama was super nice! I'm gonna miss rallies and con-camp a lot a lot! And all my friends! I hope time won't past so fast:( I love my church-ish friends:) Mel, Hannah, Angelina, Lynette, and many others:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared I won't be able to say a final goodbye to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-2191880475311290355?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/2191880475311290355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/youth-rally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/2191880475311290355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/2191880475311290355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/youth-rally.html' title='Youth Rally'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-4603147422866056263</id><published>2009-08-19T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:01:57.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG. I failed SS, Geo and more coming subjects. Heavy- hearted. I really need to start studying. No more fooling around and loitering after school. Yes, I need to be serious. I wonder if I can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lord, I pray that I'll be able to pass my elective Literature, English and Science Chemistry. Help me to get at least 15 marks for Amaths. Please Lord, help me, help me. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good luck Shaleen:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laziness may appear attractive but work gives satisfaction."---Ann Frank&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4603147422866056263?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4603147422866056263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4603147422866056263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4603147422866056263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-help.html' title='I need help'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-9157477038352232850</id><published>2009-08-18T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:17:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salty Vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Salty Vegetables No1. DIONIS LIM:))):D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Salty Vegetables No2. SHALEEN:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIONIS CAME TO MY HOUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG! I saw this super shocking photo of this supposedly hot guy, OMG. It was damn SICK! Then DIONIS AND I were screaming away! OMG! Can't stand it! AND oh, DIONIS IS SITTING BESIDE ME RIGHT NOW:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE'RE GONNA LOOK AT MORE PHOTOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suddenly remembered how hot i thought donkey is( well, i still think he is) :) I feel guilty. How could I think that way? No,no. I have to be pure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I live in a crazy world because now that common test has ended, I still need to prepare for final years alr. Like, now. I miss all of my friends. I want life to rewind back to when we were just 12 years old. Yes, though there's stress, loads, just to prepare a freakin' PSLE, but we really had a fun time together as a class. Mrs.Tan, I miss you too:) Why am I thinking of all this? I feel like some randomo:(&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently going gaga over Daughtry:) Okay, I think he's much much better than Kris Allen and Adam Lambert. Sorry. All you fans of the Lambert and Allen, please dont kill me for I mean nothing. Please don't take offence:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy ---Ludwig Van Beethoven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-9157477038352232850?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/9157477038352232850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/salty-vegetables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9157477038352232850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9157477038352232850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/salty-vegetables.html' title='Salty Vegetables'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-9015428505440002349</id><published>2009-08-16T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:25:24.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Yes, I saw you. I longed to say "Hi", but something stopped me.  I could only walk past you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-9015428505440002349?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/9015428505440002349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9015428505440002349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9015428505440002349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6183752345429085741</id><published>2009-08-15T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:51:22.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I just bought this bag on impulse which I shouldn't have bought it cos' I don't really like it. Now I don't know what to do with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm addicted to daughtry's songs:) yay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went swimming with dailing. It was fun. She broke my googles:( She wears googles upside down. Went for choir after that. Didn't have the mood to sing. Then Auntie Susan was like teaaching us how to sing properly. HAHA. And I had problems listening to myself cos' the guys at the back were like BOOM. Tiring. I panted like after every song. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to hougang mall after that. And that was where I bought the damn bag. Felt really frustrated there. Annoyed. Everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youth Rally next week. I don't look forward to it. Well, I know what to expect, which is why I ain't looking forward to it. But I do hope that things will turn out well and it'll be a fun day and erm... night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6183752345429085741?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6183752345429085741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6183752345429085741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6183752345429085741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-fish.html' title='Damn Fish'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-4152473783908951807</id><published>2009-08-14T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:12:59.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting</title><content type='html'>I can finally rest after days of intensive studying. I shall sleep for 11 hours later:) &lt;br /&gt;awkward. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;Genius. I found out that Ctrl+F5 is the solution to most blog errors:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-4152473783908951807?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/4152473783908951807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4152473783908951807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/4152473783908951807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausting.html' title='Exhausting'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-1041021853964160500</id><published>2009-08-12T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:27:43.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday</title><content type='html'>This post is strictly only for people who're mentally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Chinese was a goner, so was literature. Couldn't finish. Damn it. Dionis didn't come to school today, went to recess with peiyu, meili and melanie. omg. Dionis, I need your help, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;I think i need more money. I've been sms-ing a lot, a lot. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand something. She's annoying to the max. What's her effin' problem? &lt;br /&gt;Sheltered idiot. Hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-1041021853964160500?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/1041021853964160500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/doomsday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/1041021853964160500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/1041021853964160500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-810962225137192024</id><published>2009-08-11T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:07:23.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't a nice day</title><content type='html'>Started off with being late for school, Surprisingly and amazingly, I only took 9mins to walk to school. Saw Dionis waiting for me at the cross junction. Next up. Test. Couldn't finish my SBQ. Fantastic. But I really hope I can at least pass this test. Summary was alright, I'm not gonna hold any grudges against er.. Mrs. Tan. I think she looks rich, like those hongkong serials' taitai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to compass after school , OMG. I actually ate hot fudge. It was awesome:) I like the chocolate:) First, Dionis got me addicted to MCflurry, now, the fudge stuff:D Is that considered aa positive influence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start studying, seriously. I don't wanna fail and stay back for another year. It's gonna suck a lot, a lot. God, please help me to concentrate on my books, I pray that i'll not be tempted by the "evils", AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: XINYI'S BROTHER I AWESOME, I'M SO flattered:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-810962225137192024?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/810962225137192024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/aint-nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/810962225137192024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/810962225137192024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/aint-nice-day.html' title='Ain&apos;t a nice day'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-2289051018192295945</id><published>2009-08-07T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:19:19.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-tastic</title><content type='html'>Had red sprayed paint on my fringe for 9 hours. After school, went to Chanelyn's house to eat lunch, then we( me, chanelyn and dionis) went to my house to get money to watch movie. We decided to go straight afetr lunch. So Dionis called her friend Kaira(? He asked us to call him Kaira) then bought the 2pm tickets cos' the 12pm one was sold out and the only vacancy was the front row. Took the train to doby ghaut. Saw this guy sitting directly opposite Dionis wearing the LITTLE MISS LATE shirt. Was trying to contain my laughter. He looked super buffed up luh. Oh, and we saw this group of caucasians and Chanelyn was staring at the guy throughout the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reached PS so we went to the toilet. Got out of the toilet then we went to SASA. Browsed throught the perfumes and body sprays. All of it smells the same to me. So it makes no difference to me if I were to choose what "flavour" I want. Got out of the shop, I told Dionis not to tell me how her friend look like. I wanted to guess. Then she said she had a feeling that he might come up by the other escalator. So i turned. Then he appeared from the back. Me and chanelyn said HI. Then he said we could call him Kaira. From the second floor, we went to Times. Looked at the books, not interested. Was intending to buy one. I'm currently obsessed with non- fiction books.&lt;br /&gt;Dionis was keeping Kaira entertained so chanelyn and I just walked around. And she was like jumping here and there with her green balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to spotlight looking for hair spray then couldn't find it. And chanelyn ended up playing with some fluffy thing. &lt;br /&gt;Then we strolled around aimlessly for around 20 or 15 mins. Trying to kill time cos it was only 1 plus. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to Cathay. We didnt know the way there so Kaira had to direct us. Saw a few cute guys. &lt;br /&gt;Went to 7-11 to buy drinks....&lt;br /&gt;fast forward....&lt;br /&gt;Then met some hroup of kids who looked older then us and it turned out to be Kaira's friends and one of Dionis' friend. They made fun of Kaira luh and chanelyn's balloon. So nasty luh. It was like so many of them luh.&lt;br /&gt;Met them a few times. Then Kaira was so embarrassed that he walked away from us quickly.&lt;br /&gt;During the movie, i couldn't rip my eyes off the HOT african american actor luh. He's damn buffed up.&lt;br /&gt;G.I.Joe is a  NICE MOVIE&gt; I STRONGLY RECCOMEND IT TO THOSE WHO HAVE NOT WATCHED IT YET.&lt;br /&gt;I think it can be compared to Transformers or even better lor.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we decided to go to Orchard ION.it was alr 4plus. Succeeded in persuading chanelyn to go with us. Strolled and walked super slowly and saw a lot of people(well, overall luh). And i was shocked to discover that there are 8 storys in it altogether! Went to Muji store, bought chips and 2 pens. Felt so auntie. I was the only one buying then they waited for me. So embarrassing. Went to Everlast to see the shorts but i thought it cost ard 15bucks, so i decided not to see. Wait till I save up then I buy:) &lt;br /&gt;Boarded the train at around 5 16pm. Saw Kexin and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Reached compass at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;Bought MCflurry and sundae for dionis. Ate and walked as chanelyn checked out the prices of the cakes she's going to buy for her cousin's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Dionis told me what her frined said. He apologised. Yeah. Good. &lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 6.08pm. Bathed and here I am blogging. Gonna eat dinner and study after this. Gotta watch my hongkong serial:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;You suck much to the core. Materialistic (new word taught to me by dionis)(credits to her) and sheltered freak.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I want to know who is Hafizah:)  Looking forward to watch my next movie at Orchard Cinelesiure. Yay. 2012.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;No quotes today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-2289051018192295945?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/2289051018192295945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-tastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/2289051018192295945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/2289051018192295945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-tastic.html' title='Fun-tastic'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-7560311924549581785</id><published>2009-08-05T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:43:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness cannot be measured</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy today:) One of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to watch movie on Friday:) I hope Orphan isn't NC16:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is given for wisdom, and yet we are not wise; for goodness, and we are not good; for overcoming evil, and evil remains; for patience and sympathy and love, and yet we are fretful and hard and weak and selfish. We are keyed not to attainment, but to the struggle toward it.”-Adapted from T.T. Munger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7560311924549581785?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7560311924549581785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-cannot-be-measured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7560311924549581785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7560311924549581785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-cannot-be-measured.html' title='Happiness cannot be measured'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-6731974205147477208</id><published>2009-08-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:01:53.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly shocking</title><content type='html'>Fuck this shite. Omg. Lynda, that is St. Annes Church! And, for goodness sake. Why do you want to tell me that your blog site is at your facebook account so that i'll look for it? Why why why? I just discovered something shocking which you might call it amazing. Believe me, I think you get a shock of your if you get to know this. But if I tell you, you really can't tell him. Oh Fuck. Why am I so scared? I'm blogging with my heart in my throat, all thanks to you:( That's supposed to be a compliment, cos' you just gave me some hope. Alright, maybe 2%. My friend's gonna be damn jealous man. &lt;br /&gt;I shall start quoting quotes from some famous people from today in every post:) They're just so inspiring:D I want to be dead too to inspire people. So all you people better remember what I have said so all of you can produce a quote book with all the quotes adapted from me:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“If we could raise one generation with unconditional love, there would be no Hitlers. We need to teach the next generation of children from Day One that they are responsible for their lives. Mankind's greatest gift, also its greatest curse, is that we have free choice. We can make our choices built from love or from fear.”     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Dr. Elizabeth Kübler-Ross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-6731974205147477208?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/6731974205147477208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazingly-shocking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6731974205147477208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/6731974205147477208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazingly-shocking.html' title='Amazingly shocking'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-9137128954851914119</id><published>2009-08-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:01:46.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking scared now. Webter said cantone next week. And I'm already nervous. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Ion Orchard with Mom and Bro to day. Bought a T-shirt, had a Body Shop spree. Awesome:) I want more T-shirts and tank tops. And more dresses too. Then rushed to church for choir practice and mass. Sat at the back row with Hannah, Angelina, Mel and Dailing. Fun time. Received the choir shirt. It was alright. Rather nice. A white collared tee. The sleeve read St. Cecelli's Choir.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't looking forward to Youth Rally now.&lt;br /&gt;29thAugust, Saturday, Youth Rally. &lt;br /&gt;28th August, Friday, Games Day.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch so many movies. G.I Joe, Aliens in the Attic, Orphan, Haunting in Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'd watch horror movies with Lynda, but not now:( Omg. Miss her so much. When are you coming back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-9137128954851914119?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/9137128954851914119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/anxious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9137128954851914119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/9137128954851914119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/08/anxious.html' title='Anxious'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</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-2600991267632350112.post-7689344702990717172</id><published>2009-07-31T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:20:52.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>Xinyi is super awesome! I love her so much:) Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2600991267632350112-7689344702990717172?l=bluesummerseas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/feeds/7689344702990717172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7689344702990717172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2600991267632350112/posts/default/7689344702990717172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluesummerseas.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome.html' title='AWESOME!'/><author><name>Last Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971140762683436252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
