<?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-19089640</id><updated>2012-01-26T01:39:46.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or for a thousand reasons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1559317558975895642</id><published>2008-09-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:02:42.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whispermono.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1559317558975895642?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1559317558975895642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1559317558975895642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1559317558975895642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1559317558975895642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6124171142232306090</id><published>2008-08-18T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:09:41.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_smMNnKSN788/SKmLc7kzldI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G5rjyPEoRZM/s1600-h/IMG_7403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_smMNnKSN788/SKmLc7kzldI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G5rjyPEoRZM/s320/IMG_7403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235869370939577810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ATTACHMENT ENDED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whoa like happiness, totally! no more waking up @ 6, running to catch company's bus,  traveling to end of Tuas,  sucky canteen food =)&lt;br /&gt;but no more packing hugeass sandwiches, fun people, nice car rides to lunches, nice food, fun jokes, moneyyyyyyy =(&lt;br /&gt;owell, this coming friday will be the last dinner with them all. can't wait to meet them again, Carousel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_smMNnKSN788/SKmLcN1QnzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/R3GISkuH_1M/s1600-h/IMG_7438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_smMNnKSN788/SKmLcN1QnzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/R3GISkuH_1M/s320/IMG_7438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235869358660558642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! to celebrate the end of attachment (or so i see ) and 1 week of absence of momo for me &amp;amp; me for him, we spent the whole of Saturday pigging out @ Vivo. started off with my fave Thai cuisine @ Thai Express, Starbucks for Pomegranate Peach, Secret Recipe for Choc-nana where we had inside joke about alphabet fries hahahaha hilarious, and as we laughed &amp;amp; talked &amp;amp; walked &amp;amp; poked &amp;amp; camwhored &amp;amp; munched &amp;amp; laughed &amp;amp; army-talked again, the night ended up with us slurping instant noodles and almost missing the last train home. imagine running in outram mrt station at 12mn. whoa yes, rejuvenating! heh. pity this isn't often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 23rd i'll be nocturnal, 25th jack is going mad, cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i promised myself 5 minutes for this entry. mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;back to reality, my hugeass report is waiting for me. you take care till i see you again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-6124171142232306090?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6124171142232306090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6124171142232306090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6124171142232306090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6124171142232306090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/joyous.html' title='Joyous'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_smMNnKSN788/SKmLc7kzldI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G5rjyPEoRZM/s72-c/IMG_7403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4449053372056199545</id><published>2008-08-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:10:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because....</title><content type='html'>... i've been a hugeass lazy lazy procrastinator that's why i didnt update for so long. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the Black Sticks right now on O'channel. yeah life's been fulfilling recently... somehow. been spending more time with my mum which is all i ask for. been doing interesting things like running to Windermere just for the gym, and reading up on Jodi and Mitch, and watching Ghost Whisperer, and cooking, and sucking in Helium from those "aluminium foil" balloons. haha! been trying to shop but to no avail. been having alot of good food, courtesy of the people in Schering-Plough. with Fish &amp;amp; Co &amp;amp; Tung Lok Dimsum as lunch, and The Line &amp;amp; Carousel as dinner.. what more can i ask for? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im belonging more to the cameras lately. first batch of holga turned out pretty well, digicam is always shooting. and not forgetting the action sampler (ym!). so apart from books and music, im turning to photography for peace &amp;amp; solace too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa met up with people whom i haven't been seeing for a long time like ym val ling aidah hilmi nic yaya anyone everyone.. especially my beloved boyfriend who made every weekend even more special now. give me my friday, and i'll give you world peace =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i jus dont feel like blogging anymore. im becoming more and more incoherent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4449053372056199545?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4449053372056199545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4449053372056199545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4449053372056199545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4449053372056199545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/because.html' title='Because....'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1103026860448264005</id><published>2008-07-18T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:11:51.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer doesn't get any better than this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SH9uj2oaApI/AAAAAAAAAds/L6JKuelP_JU/s1600-h/IMG_6406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224015655012532882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SH9uj2oaApI/AAAAAAAAAds/L6JKuelP_JU/s320/IMG_6406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my fave boys in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;see you in 7 days' time :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1103026860448264005?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1103026860448264005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1103026860448264005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1103026860448264005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1103026860448264005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-doesnt-get-any-better-than-this.html' title='summer doesn&apos;t get any better than this'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SH9uj2oaApI/AAAAAAAAAds/L6JKuelP_JU/s72-c/IMG_6406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7906795627641626809</id><published>2008-07-05T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:36:23.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time-traveler's wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SG7YH_bf0rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/W7bzumUtJ7k/s1600-h/timetra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219346649966432946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SG7YH_bf0rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/W7bzumUtJ7k/s320/timetra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as a member of the fairer sex - &lt;strong&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think it's important that we sit ourselves down, relax our muscles, grab a good book and read while sipping on milo. okay wait, milo is not as sophisticated as coffee but i absolutely hate the latter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah, digress.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as an outlet, i always like to bury myself in books/music. whenever im down, bothered, doubtful of people... basically when my mind's all over the place, i dive into the world of words and musical notes/melody. so these few days i've been diving alot, which goes to show im a emotional champ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people define emotional differently. some can see it as "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weak-minded&lt;/span&gt;", while others can see as "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt;". but in my point of view, it's just "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;embracing&lt;/span&gt;". how it differs is jus like how some girls cant wait while their boyfriends are in ns; some &lt;em&gt;leave&lt;/em&gt; for other guys, some might &lt;em&gt;think of leaving&lt;/em&gt;, but some just stay &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;strong and embraced&lt;/span&gt; the changes. see the analogy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but of course, being emotional is not jus being upset, frustrated, crybaby. it also includes &lt;strong&gt;happiness, joy, laughters&lt;/strong&gt;.. etc. it's all a mixture of &lt;strong&gt;-s&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;+s&lt;/strong&gt;, that's why you gotta embrace all emotions, or embrace other people's emotions. because if you keep deeming it as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wth, why you so like that one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then i'll rather you date a emotionless mummy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you ever love someone deep enough, you would've been on a emotional rollercoaster. it's only when you find yourself travelling on a straight plane, you realise that you're only close to love but not in love. or maybe you're really dating a mummy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, to everyone. &lt;strong&gt;hide no more&lt;/strong&gt;. heh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7906795627641626809?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7906795627641626809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7906795627641626809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7906795627641626809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7906795627641626809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-travelers-wife.html' title='the time-traveler&apos;s wife'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SG7YH_bf0rI/AAAAAAAAAdc/W7bzumUtJ7k/s72-c/timetra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-952446961410182382</id><published>2008-06-23T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:55:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Malaysia becomes prettier than me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SF-biVMZwmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JNpg310FNOE/s1600-h/IMG_6307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215057907625345634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SF-biVMZwmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JNpg310FNOE/s320/IMG_6307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a midnight movie with ling again, taking nr3 and enjoyin the 3am wind while walking home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch a play as good as "monsoon"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a hearty (unhealthy) supper of satays and chickys @ lau pa sat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking past AIG and getting all excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dipping in pools &amp;amp; feeding myself to the fishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whip up some nice dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating choc fondue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run a marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photography session&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zoo! (this sat, this sat :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tying my hair into a bun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;indulge in water sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be mesmerized by Nigel Barker/Quaresma/Wes Brown... lots more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back in your arms. heh!&lt;br /&gt;miss you momo, come back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;a href="file://0.0.0.0//"&gt;\\0//&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-952446961410182382?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/952446961410182382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=952446961410182382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/952446961410182382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/952446961410182382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-malaysia-becomes-prettier-than-me.html' title='When Malaysia becomes prettier than me'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SF-biVMZwmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JNpg310FNOE/s72-c/IMG_6307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4168634619598356768</id><published>2008-06-14T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:05:24.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis - Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGSk3x8mI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hron59Zq1KM/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656847491199586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGSk3x8mI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hron59Zq1KM/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGUrfw6FI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8wmbk4qLhj4/s1600-h/IMG_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656883629254738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGUrfw6FI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8wmbk4qLhj4/s320/IMG_6155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGWa2xkDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qqrtnDDMwA8/s1600-h/IMG_6174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656913522102322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGWa2xkDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qqrtnDDMwA8/s320/IMG_6174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGZCNuEQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLJUM6BfX6U/s1600-h/IMG_6183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656958447063298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGZCNuEQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLJUM6BfX6U/s320/IMG_6183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN_RhMNrMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YfE_MIEtQOw/s1600-h/thai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211649132741897410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN_RhMNrMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YfE_MIEtQOw/s320/thai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN_VzPPynI/AAAAAAAAAck/aN_RZBgBXz8/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211649206305933938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN_VzPPynI/AAAAAAAAAck/aN_RZBgBXz8/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7c-VEi9I/AAAAAAAAAbc/qVgqE6Ef5BI/s1600-h/settlers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211644931495726034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7c-VEi9I/AAAAAAAAAbc/qVgqE6Ef5BI/s320/settlers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7dzoDf9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/c1bRMBwiaHE/s1600-h/settlers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211644945802428370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7dzoDf9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/c1bRMBwiaHE/s320/settlers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7eiu5SmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ReSTT6KWj0g/s1600-h/settlers4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211644958447585890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7eiu5SmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ReSTT6KWj0g/s320/settlers4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7fRtyItI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yNP-zjsB2pU/s1600-h/settlers6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211644971059389138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7fRtyItI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yNP-zjsB2pU/s320/settlers6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7gdsee1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FLiF7ubT8w0/s1600-h/settler%27s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211644991455001426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN7gdsee1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FLiF7ubT8w0/s320/settler%27s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN6h1tbAhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ahZa20tu81E/s1600-h/grad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211643915569660434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN6h1tbAhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ahZa20tu81E/s320/grad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN6ieu75EI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H4BZy45uolQ/s1600-h/ljs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211643926581863490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN6ieu75EI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H4BZy45uolQ/s320/ljs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5BfhtQLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4qNekG8vd2o/s1600-h/edwardsebastian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211642260347502770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5BfhtQLI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4qNekG8vd2o/s320/edwardsebastian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5BxP46jI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Hhztbhlr7mQ/s1600-h/venetiaeirielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211642265104607794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5BxP46jI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Hhztbhlr7mQ/s320/venetiaeirielle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5CWVajoI/AAAAAAAAAac/vN3EeHhC96g/s1600-h/danryan%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211642275059895938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5CWVajoI/AAAAAAAAAac/vN3EeHhC96g/s320/danryan%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5C5PaLmI/AAAAAAAAAak/e84yar2DCXo/s1600-h/gelare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211642284429946466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5C5PaLmI/AAAAAAAAAak/e84yar2DCXo/s320/gelare1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5DgG4tEI/AAAAAAAAAas/wRYm1cUEaZc/s1600-h/gelare2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211642294863180866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFN5DgG4tEI/AAAAAAAAAas/wRYm1cUEaZc/s320/gelare2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been up to alot recently, spending my time with the good people, doing good things, eating good food, having fabulous fun. yes &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; :) i think that's defined as "&lt;strong&gt;youth&lt;/strong&gt;"? heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, was a great friday. fizo &amp;amp; i brought mum out for dinner @ &lt;strong&gt;sakae&lt;/strong&gt;. big-eaters the 3 of us, stuffed with tonnes of &lt;em&gt;sushi/teppanyaki/green tea&lt;/em&gt;. afterwhich we scooted over to &lt;strong&gt;MOF&lt;/strong&gt; for very nice Mango (!!) dessert. fyi, &lt;em&gt;i bloody hate mango and it's lingering hateful taste&lt;/em&gt;.. yuck. to conclude the night, the 2 of them have a conspiracy to steal utensils from both eateries. leave me outta it, &lt;em&gt;thank you very much&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; saturday, slept for 12 hours. and once again, i got stood up (ym can relate to that!) and i totally hate it. but at the same time i gotta be understanding. just when i had it all planned out. but nvm, im going to pasar malam alone to grab my fave foods later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that almost everyday i'll visit the pasar malam after work? man, hell of a &lt;em&gt;healthy&lt;/em&gt; diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's gonna happen in the days to come are trainings, meet-up with ling, supper with my supper khaki (27 more days?), spa retreat @ &lt;strong&gt;batam/phuket&lt;/strong&gt;, more fun with my fave frens, a play to attend and .. it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy that momo is going to ns soon, im probably the most &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend in the world. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im going to the zoo soon after so many years of ranting. better not stand me up again. double heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4168634619598356768?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4168634619598356768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4168634619598356768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4168634619598356768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4168634619598356768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/leona-lewis-yesterday.html' title='Leona Lewis - Yesterday'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SFOGSk3x8mI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hron59Zq1KM/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4538806628754831730</id><published>2008-05-29T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:18:56.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook - Always be my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SD6C8WQ8UPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3PTYMgtvWE0/s1600-h/P1060316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205742192567275762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SD6C8WQ8UPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3PTYMgtvWE0/s320/P1060316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think this is so funnyyyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4538806628754831730?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4538806628754831730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4538806628754831730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4538806628754831730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4538806628754831730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-always-be-my-baby.html' title='David Cook - Always be my baby'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SD6C8WQ8UPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3PTYMgtvWE0/s72-c/P1060316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1480301136812214824</id><published>2008-05-04T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:19:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SB3CmpDXuqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-m_qu0_fHt0/s1600-h/P1010641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196523514166229666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SB3CmpDXuqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-m_qu0_fHt0/s320/P1010641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BACKKKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being away, for goddamn long. Haha been busy with attachment and stuffs. You kno I really want to update more on what had happened for the past one month but backtracking is just no easy you knowwww, so I'd skip it. Let's deal with current affairs! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SB3BsZDXupI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jnxw9TqLH78/s1600-h/IMG_5378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196522513438849682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SB3BsZDXupI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jnxw9TqLH78/s320/IMG_5378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my fave phrases: life hadn't been so good before, in fact I think it's gettin better &amp;amp; better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOH! that day we brought the little boy out to Vivo. And just like any other kid, he was wow-ed when he entered Candy Empire. And just like any other people, we bought him Starburst, a hugeeeeeeeee bottle of jellybeans ( his fave is marshmallow flavour! ) and the LONGEST strawberry sweet. Onward to mac next, he ate his LONGEST french fries (flenfly). Truly entertained by his rendition of "Smack That". SO CUTEEEEEEE! homesweethome, and grabbed by ghoulies (the goondu game) got us all mad &amp;amp; hyped. It was sure an unforgettable day, whereby we discovered more about each other also. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday is coming, ohmygod. But fret not, something to look forward during the weekends =p youknoiknowekno. I promise I'll be back on a more frequent basis, so in case I don't see ya, Good Morning, Good Afternoon &amp;amp; Good Night =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All ready, already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1480301136812214824?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1480301136812214824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1480301136812214824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1480301136812214824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1480301136812214824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/aint-no-party.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Party'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/SB3CmpDXuqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-m_qu0_fHt0/s72-c/P1010641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5499702343426158279</id><published>2008-04-13T19:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:52:53.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im having fun here in Hawaii!! Everything's here is nice &amp;amp; Im totally enjoying it... the Sun, the beach and the food here is just simply spoiling me bad. I can simply spend my whole day busking in the sun &amp;amp; enjoying all my fave water sports. The resort here is shiok to the max &amp;amp; the hawaiians are so heart-warming and gorgeous! I would never want to leaveeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im still in SG, pathetically SG. original plan (&lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt;) was to jet off to that sunny island &amp;amp; just have my own share of fun.. too bad attachment came, too bad funds was low, too bad no one wants to bring me there, too bad SG is so unlike Hawaii. ooh nvm! the upcoming trip to Langkawi trip shall make up for this, or a short stay at a boutique hotel? Heh. I swear Im gonna make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I had &lt;strong&gt;food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;? okay still having. I haven't quite come around to digest that. Haha what irony. multiple trips to the loo passing green stuffs (&lt;em&gt;pardon the crude comtent&lt;/em&gt;) &amp;amp; vomitting out all that good food I ate... it's just about purging. Surprisingly I don't look sick and no one knows until I told them. And blimey, &lt;strong&gt;Crampy Bloody Mary&lt;/strong&gt; just had to add onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly I was able to enjoy myself to the max yesterday @ Sentosa, playing volleyball soccer captain's ball touch rug frisbee, and trained for 4 hours today. Think im becoming a tough cookie. Dude, the 4 hours was rejuventing or what! Haha recently feeling good about playing, Im just glad that I've stuck as a forward. Heh. Cus my defense is super cannot-make-it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th april was my little boy/girl's &lt;strong&gt;1st birthday&lt;/strong&gt;! Seeing my little one grow up brings so much joy to me. Haha im just glad that he/she doesn't cry at all &amp;amp; is always putting a smile on my face when I date back to 120407, the day the "Dad" gave to me. Hahaha I even dragged Fizo to the table &amp;amp; the both of us just sang Happy Birthday to him/her. Stay happy my child, &lt;em&gt;stay orange&lt;/em&gt;. And came another one on 090408, this time round it's a boy! ooh krumplah. haha &lt;em&gt;OMG this is getting so funnnyyy&lt;/em&gt;. Go figure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to school for most of you, and back to work for me. Still lovin' it and Im already planning to get donuts tmr. Craving for it... wait, im poisoned now. Okay know what, im having craves even when Im sick. Hahahaha &lt;em&gt;hopeless, hopeless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;6 more days, 6/7 week, 6 more days, 6/7 week (inside lingo) ~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;kthxbye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5499702343426158279?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5499702343426158279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5499702343426158279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5499702343426158279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5499702343426158279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-fine.html' title='Just Fine'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6997366837011923382</id><published>2008-04-06T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:43:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT A D-CAMERA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT POLAROID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THAT CRUMP (since 3 yrs ago)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT MY AUDIOTECHNICA/BOSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT YOU KNO WHAT I WANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;high spending power, low funds. all my needs evolved from my wants. im awaiting like mad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-6997366837011923382?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6997366837011923382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6997366837011923382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6997366837011923382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6997366837011923382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hafta-say-this.html' title='roar!'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7298815377757102138</id><published>2008-04-06T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:43:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on Water or Drown</title><content type='html'>my body is definite, definite, &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; tuned to sleeping &amp;amp; waking up early. i really cant sleep longer, like i used to. i remember waking up in the afternoon was so shiok laaaaaaaa, gimme back all of it. so! waking up early brought me online, brought me to pick up the phone &amp;amp; dialled for mcdelivery. i want my bigggggggggggggggggg breakfast. super big that kind cus im super hungry. &lt;strong&gt;super, very super&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the past week was super packed for me too. strangely all i remembered was 1-and-a-half &lt;strong&gt;waffles&lt;/strong&gt; on tues with ling &amp;amp; huizhen, retail &lt;strong&gt;IMPULSE &lt;/strong&gt;therapy with fizo, dinner @ &lt;strong&gt;zamzam&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Soup Spoon&lt;/strong&gt; on friday with fangyi, followed by &lt;strong&gt;supper&lt;/strong&gt; with soe &amp;amp; htein. omggg, a week of good food sure made me happy, but the good people was what I really like :D but right now, im still craving for &lt;strong&gt;thai&lt;/strong&gt; food since a long long time ago, god knows when. ahhhhh forget it, my cravings are nevergone. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you sth funny! or rather, freaky. i was talkin on the phone with fizo last night and i jus blurted out everything about science. i even told him that our bodies are actually reactors (in = out) and we shouldn't eat too fast yadayada.. guess who's attached to attachment? haha and he says i laugh non-stop, much longer than lastime. okay laughing machine never breaks down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fave mac is here! and manU on tonight. awwaww~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7298815377757102138?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7298815377757102138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7298815377757102138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7298815377757102138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7298815377757102138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/walk-on-water-or-drown.html' title='Walk on Water or Drown'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8259515326977373550</id><published>2008-03-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:53:28.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of that someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day I was rejoicing &amp;amp; dancing around the office chanting: "&lt;strong&gt;it's the long weekend!"&lt;/strong&gt; who would've thought it has gone past just like this.. it's already saturday. Apart from trainings and reactors and the occasional bickers, everything is all fine... I guess? Anyway Beach Fiesta was fun today with &lt;strong&gt;Htein&lt;/strong&gt; being a good driver. Hahaha okayyyyyyy, thanks to the sun im a &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;glowing mushroom&lt;/strong&gt; now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different expectations, at different phases of their lives. You, me.. we're all the same. Right now Im at a point where I wana go explore the &lt;strong&gt;every cultures&lt;/strong&gt; of the world, or just go to some resort and pamper myself to the max of the max. Haha in short, I just wana leave my comfort zone. Wouldn't it be nice to be lying on the sand of some gorgeous beaches, decipher cloud patterns with that special someone? Or try living in the States and do some typical grocery shopping, take a good walk downtown and enjoying sceneries, not forgetting the nightlife... Or Adelaide, the strawberry farms! Gosh something so desirable but unattainable. Heh. Shall we someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a side note, changes have been constantly integrating themselves into my life. I admit im not very good at embracing changes, So I shall hold onto the many &lt;strong&gt;happy memories&lt;/strong&gt; that have been created by you. Afterall, it's back to the same you, &lt;strong&gt;back to same things we love&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to kaching$$$$, 30 more days to my 19th. So 19th on the 19th, that confirms. &lt;strong&gt;19 is the best number!&lt;/strong&gt; Neh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8259515326977373550?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8259515326977373550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8259515326977373550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8259515326977373550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8259515326977373550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/voice-of-that-someone-special.html' title='Voice of that someone special'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-9006353878905029369</id><published>2008-03-15T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:50:52.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Like Girls - Up Against The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I figured that since im having some free time now, might as well update thee blog.. right? it's 30 mins to bedtime for tmr's match @ the extreme west. now now now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my throat is hurting (&lt;em&gt;almost at the same time, every night&lt;/em&gt;), one week of coughing ain't doing me any good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my hair is wet (&lt;em&gt;late-night shower&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im thinking of brkfst tmr morning (&lt;em&gt;shit im hungry already&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10000bc was a-okay (&lt;strong&gt;i want step-up very badly&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wana go &lt;strong&gt;camping/picnic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;visit the zoo (not zouk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chiong zouk (not zoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my heart's not @ ease (&lt;em&gt;i dorno why&lt;/em&gt;), need some tranquility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wana go watch my Park Ji Sung. &lt;strong&gt;manU just scored!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im addicted to boxes &amp;amp; boxers. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i wonder why i bother to blog all these. the one who's meant to read it, wont. &lt;strong&gt;roar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-9006353878905029369?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9006353878905029369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=9006353878905029369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/9006353878905029369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/9006353878905029369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys-like-girls-up-against-wall.html' title='Boys Like Girls - Up Against The Wall'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1678676362170079128</id><published>2008-03-14T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:34:50.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilo Kiley - Breakin' Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R9qZSBq8UuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2eSVP3MSKgM/s1600-h/jiaxin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177619256581051106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R9qZSBq8UuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2eSVP3MSKgM/s320/jiaxin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO! work has been good so far, fun discoveries everyday, company dinners &amp;amp; the stuffs they give.. whoo. Not forgetting the new buncha ppl i met. Great :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! results were released today. man, this is the best so far. big jumpppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! im at the point where i cant get what i want. yet it's the point where you're faced with huge decisions. part of growing up aye. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! everything's okay, seriously. im just very excited and i dorno why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! this is crap. kthxbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1678676362170079128?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1678676362170079128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1678676362170079128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1678676362170079128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1678676362170079128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/rilo-kiley-breakin-up.html' title='Rilo Kiley - Breakin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R9qZSBq8UuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2eSVP3MSKgM/s72-c/jiaxin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4484300321168951204</id><published>2008-03-06T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:35:56.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-9146061663658970316&amp;amp;q=sofa+king&amp;amp;total=843&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;num=10&amp;amp;so=0&amp;amp;type=search&amp;amp;plindex=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because it's Sofa-king great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4484300321168951204?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4484300321168951204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4484300321168951204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4484300321168951204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4484300321168951204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/mambo.html' title='Mambo'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8494117146977745499</id><published>2008-03-01T00:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:07:20.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Jack - Starz In Their Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hJbdf7mZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UMYWhjlzNfc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172464908158867858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hJbdf7mZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UMYWhjlzNfc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hC-tf7mXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bJm47EslA0A/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457817167862130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hC-tf7mXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bJm47EslA0A/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hC09f7mWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ITUVuw-aebk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457649664137570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hC09f7mWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ITUVuw-aebk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are long overdued. Yes.. that was the day I wished for a Sunny Sun and &lt;strong&gt;ling&lt;/strong&gt; asked for a Big Fat one, but the clouds came instead. my fair skin is making me look unhealthy. Haha but we made it good with indoFood correct? See, you got me salivating over itttttttttttt. We must go eat someday again! And our Fri night promise. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hCuNf7mVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OhDYxnWDVI4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457533700020562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hCuNf7mVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OhDYxnWDVI4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hBV9f7mUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DB7gLVYwt5w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172456017576565058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hBV9f7mUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DB7gLVYwt5w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hAvNf7mTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/SKIPCE-9Ong/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172455351856634162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hAvNf7mTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/SKIPCE-9Ong/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH HOW SHIOK CAN! Cant tell you how much &lt;em&gt;mambo&lt;/em&gt; got me &lt;em&gt;jambo&lt;/em&gt;ing all night long. Helluva night we had, and the 1st is always the best. haha! and definitely lesson learnt, &lt;strong&gt;never say never to anything&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really &lt;em&gt;4 in the morning&lt;/em&gt; eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycles are magical instruments. They unwind you of your inner stress pretty much, and make you speed with the wind. I sense improvement and I can feel the phobia creeping away, the seafood at ECP made it all the better. Couldn't ask for more when I have food, fun, and you, could i? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random but worth a thousand buckaroos to mention, I think if anyone were to live with me, i'll make sure you never go hungry because I'd whip up a nice &amp;amp; delicious meal. Or at least I'll try, that's pure bliss okay. Talking about food, my cravings have increased to a.. er, gastronomical.. amount. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moredays to Attachment! okay this is serious business. dammittttttttttt kthxbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8494117146977745499?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8494117146977745499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8494117146977745499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8494117146977745499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8494117146977745499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-jack-starz-in-their-eyes.html' title='Just Jack - Starz In Their Eyes'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8hJbdf7mZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/UMYWhjlzNfc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-225743319595516174</id><published>2008-02-26T12:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:17:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter, Bjorn &amp; John - Young Folks</title><content type='html'>So.... everything's okay now &lt;em&gt;phewwwww&lt;/em&gt;. It's funny how my life has been coaster-rolling for the past few days. Yea I wonder why, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course! There are too many things that Im happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams are OVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nic's house was great, sans the &lt;strong&gt;blood &amp;amp; gore&lt;/strong&gt; you apocalypse. Heh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My funds has grown to... a reasonable amount. Double Heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion's back for everything yayyyyy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awaited Sentosa finally came.. without the sun ASDFGHJKL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tmr's wednesday. And it's time to... heeheehee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im gonna get new lifts like right at my doorstep. mum says like condo sialllllllllll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good boy, me love :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fizo's been sweet lately.. ever since Amos appeared.. and lately he was armed with tonnes of funny things that cracks me up insanely, that's pure.. amusement. I guess at this point of time, nothing beats being happy. So laugh hard people! Till you &lt;strong&gt;blush&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Counting down to less that 7 days to attachment, im getting pretty excited! i will make a new medicine for everyone, the get-rich/richer pill. Haha not very funny. But on the serious note I cant wait to graduate, then it's time to face kids and mark science papers. Hehhhhhhh one more year. Come to think of it, my kids have graduated from pri sch, and taken their PSLE. &lt;em&gt;yayyyyy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please reap more from what we sow people, and eat them cus I've been seeing &lt;strong&gt;too many&lt;/strong&gt; skeletons walking around. it saddens to see so many of the normal standard going on diet to slim down and end up looking like some malnutrition kid. i mean.. it's okay if you're born skinny, not when you make yourself one. and guys going only for bones, i feel sorry for your inner void. im gonna be the 1st bonchet to start the new era of dietbanes. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, happy belated bday to &lt;strong&gt;Zaza&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Yaya&lt;/strong&gt; on the 22nd! Stay happy &amp;amp; healthy, and keep playing balls :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-225743319595516174?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/225743319595516174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=225743319595516174&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/225743319595516174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/225743319595516174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/peter-bjorn-john-young-folks.html' title='Peter, Bjorn &amp; John - Young Folks'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7393039644728293606</id><published>2008-02-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:00:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flo Rida - Low</title><content type='html'>I hate it.....&lt;br /&gt;when everything hit so close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people just wouldn't take care of themselves, drink enough water, eat properly, get adequate rest. Yes, who wouldnt, you might think. I tell you there are people like this. And it's really appalling when negligence screws the health. It really... sucks, because health is the most impt thing in your life. Especially when you are of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not angry, im not not angsty. Im jus plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;OOOH god dammit this is one big stride I needa take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7393039644728293606?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7393039644728293606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7393039644728293606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7393039644728293606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7393039644728293606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/flo-rida-low.html' title='Flo Rida - Low'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8319310450370957132</id><published>2008-02-17T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:01:31.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R7cWC9ivYYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/utLqe5-ODlo/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167623337566757250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R7cWC9ivYYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/utLqe5-ODlo/s320/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I need now is super-energy boost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nice cuppa hot choc + roti john&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a nice warm pair of arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passi, whereeeeeeeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8319310450370957132?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8319310450370957132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8319310450370957132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8319310450370957132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8319310450370957132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-song.html' title='Love song'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R7cWC9ivYYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/utLqe5-ODlo/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5350912717644877514</id><published>2008-02-13T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:15:02.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny sounds!</title><content type='html'>my stomach has been giving me funny sounds. must be the milk &amp;amp; milk, and all the milk. if your girlfren is lactose-intolerant like my boyfren's girl, there would be lotsa cheap thrills for you just by fighting over black tea frappe/lychee ice-blended. who can drink milk, who cant. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out on the 9th. well, correction. went out&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. caught SweenyTodd, boy was it rad. go watch it! and rest of the night was spent walking around Clarke Quay in search of a very nice eating place. ended up with warm choc cake &amp;amp; bagel (who the hell eats bagel at night?). okay me love. then we went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;que, outside only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. chinese new year eh! did i mention i saw 2 goodlooking kids this year? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;phillipino x chinese = product power&lt;/span&gt;. post the pictures up soon, love the way they go &lt;em&gt;jiejieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was pizza fiesta &amp;amp; sakae okay? i think hilmi loved it. hahahahahaha me love bowling, let's go moremoremore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, digressed, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;so after exams we're gonna go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;que again, jus because of denn the man. walaoeh we shall see how okay? heh. and right now im daydreaming, dreaming about the holidays. gonna have lotsa funbursts before i work-in-peace @ tuas.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i had a rolling good time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;water-surfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. feels so real that i felt the adrenaline through me. that's what im gonna do when i go to hawaii on my bday. whoooohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R7KKQdivYXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fZhIVX3fLrk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166343737960259954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R7KKQdivYXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fZhIVX3fLrk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. heh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5350912717644877514?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5350912717644877514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5350912717644877514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5350912717644877514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5350912717644877514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-sounds.html' title='funny sounds!'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R7KKQdivYXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fZhIVX3fLrk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2342325740810197306</id><published>2008-02-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:11:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R6RZTsb3rLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HSjXNhbfxV4/s1600-h/lucas%26peyton.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162349267753872562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R6RZTsb3rLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HSjXNhbfxV4/s320/lucas%26peyton.jpg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"When all my dreams come true, the one I want next to me. It's you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2342325740810197306?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2342325740810197306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2342325740810197306&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2342325740810197306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2342325740810197306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/realize-that.html' title='Realize that'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R6RZTsb3rLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HSjXNhbfxV4/s72-c/lucas%26peyton.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3910481794533866853</id><published>2008-02-02T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:09:10.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R6Qt0sb3rKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t0VatnV06Dg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162301456177933474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R6Qt0sb3rKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t0VatnV06Dg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont kno why.. the weekends feel equivalent to weekdays. Okay although I got my awaited longgggg sleep, I still feel tired because... I jus &lt;em&gt;chiong-ed&lt;/em&gt; 6 online quizzes. Total to be done :&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired like a dawg yo. Mindlessly, endlessly. yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 3 days I had the worst day of my life. Everything was irrtable, right down to the details of the detailed. But im fine now, apologies to everyone and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, suffered with me aye. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to&lt;strong&gt; Valo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ymymym&lt;/strong&gt; for standing up due to some bad cramps. 1st day hit me unexpectedly. &lt;em&gt;whoa fate siollllll&lt;/em&gt; but no worries, i'll date the 2 of you out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i must be the most unexcited chinese around. cny like no kick and im totally not in the mood for anything cny-related, except maybe, eating the tarts. im not even excited about getting angpao! okay maybe it's cus exams come right after cny... okay, must be. thanks ah ngee ann &lt;em&gt;youdabest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my psp and mp3 have a love-hate r'ship. when im back in action with psp, mp3 goes into cold period. vice versa. maybe when you see them talk in ECE language, all the &lt;strong&gt;1010101011000111000&lt;/strong&gt; will come out. hahahaha okay lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: &lt;em&gt;tmr.is.against.nus.titans.pls.switch.on.k.thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think im starting to miss amicelli and sunflower. Heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3910481794533866853?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3910481794533866853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3910481794533866853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3910481794533866853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3910481794533866853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-stare.html' title='Stop &amp; Stare'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R6Qt0sb3rKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/t0VatnV06Dg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3103204949274516085</id><published>2008-01-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:21:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up against the wall</title><content type='html'>I cant tell you how much I loveeeeee... being a science student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool;&lt;br /&gt;you get 5 papers thrown your way every semester, and your attachment starts straight away after exams (wth). and while we're at it, attachment means starting up a new chemical plant in a potential neverland called Tuas. ooh, so secluded, so rocken aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 6 months. whoa that one. totally so yay, so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the cool timetable la. early classes, 8 - 5 which I'll normally arrive at 9. I asked around and i kno sci students are pro at being late. at least Im not alone. now i need some bad rest, just had 2 tests ytd, one more to go tmr. and guess what, more comin up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually if you realised im talking crap. that means i need slp. but science is cruel. kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3103204949274516085?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3103204949274516085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3103204949274516085&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3103204949274516085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3103204949274516085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-against-wall.html' title='Up against the wall'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-17305203491196336</id><published>2008-01-19T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T18:06:48.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R5HKR4RqFMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/eF-dM4nKz4A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157125456828961986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R5HKR4RqFMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/eF-dM4nKz4A/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Knew The Signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasn't Right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stupid for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swept away by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I feel like the fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused, my heart's bruised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I ever loved by you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach, couldn't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch myself from despair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could drown if I stay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keeping busy every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I will be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So confused, my heart's bruised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I ever loved by you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt, so much pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takes a while to regain what is lost inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hope that in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So confused, my heart's bruised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I ever loved by you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-17305203491196336?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/17305203491196336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=17305203491196336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/17305203491196336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/17305203491196336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-of-reach.html' title='Out of reach'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R5HKR4RqFMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/eF-dM4nKz4A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7277912856795908104</id><published>2008-01-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:16:53.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R4403IRqFLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/URqu2Pm2qP0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116745104790706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R4403IRqFLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/URqu2Pm2qP0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri marked the last match for NP Wyldkatz, IVP'08. But league is starting soon, cant wait. Kinda cool aye, the (semi)finals are still going on though. Yup, that's when eyes start darting around. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say weekend is the best time to unwind. My boyfren knew I needed that and brought me cycling! I think im the mother of all things clumsy, almost falling when going around marine parade &amp;amp; almost got knocked down by a car! Now he's the one who's scared of me cycling already, c'mon be a daredevil man. We shall go cycling every weekend =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R44y1IRqFKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-wKEa9EIVns/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156114511721796770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R44y1IRqFKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-wKEa9EIVns/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R44yeIRqFJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NFJ_c2sAqrw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156114116584805522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R44yeIRqFJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NFJ_c2sAqrw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R44yOoRqFII/AAAAAAAAAV4/9qQoGn5rhM4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156113850296833154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R44yOoRqFII/AAAAAAAAAV4/9qQoGn5rhM4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Happy birthday to JOE &amp;amp; ENEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good birthday dinner for the 2 stars at Glass House after club training on Sunday, we sure enjoyed ourselves with seafood platters. Hope everyone enjoyed themselves too. Haha And I got my craving cured! So who's up next? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! finally the much anticipated interviews are over &amp;amp; done with. One hour to tuas everyday is gonna kill me like.what.only. and with that chao-are-you-sure guy, i swear i'll skim through 6 months with a blinded mind. but at the same time, im exciting about starting up a new chemical plant! yesssahhh, uppp lah upppp lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay quite tired now, wana slp now. my phone's ringing. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7277912856795908104?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7277912856795908104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7277912856795908104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7277912856795908104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7277912856795908104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R4403IRqFLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/URqu2Pm2qP0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4463683971896693370</id><published>2008-01-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:34:07.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♪ Where the white boys dance</title><content type='html'>You know, I've been wondering. Does everybody eat &amp;amp; shit right after that? I mean you crave for something, then you have it. And as you feel so happy and contented like a baby well-fed, the feeling of shitting comes. The next thing you know is, it's empty once again. Haha it's been happening to me, makes me feel as though im paying to shit. But somehow it's kinda funny. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last game is gonna be 100%. And it's good being the host for IVP eh? You see peopleeeeeee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4463683971896693370?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4463683971896693370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4463683971896693370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4463683971896693370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4463683971896693370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-white-boys-dance.html' title='♪ Where the white boys dance'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5786716272347319051</id><published>2007-12-31T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:19:58.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>987 Countdown'07 !</title><content type='html'>Whoa, last day of 2007. No particular feeling ( yay? ), maybe a little melancholy. Im not a person who will do reflections at the end of the year and Im afraid to open up, but I feel 2007 oughta be credited. Haha, and I can safely say it wasn't sucha good year afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 was a year of ups &amp;amp; downs.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, like what it is commonly said it's a huuuuuuuuuuge rollercoaster. I've had my fair share of them, just like you did. I remember the moments when I felt that my life was complete and I was contented but good things don't last, it came as quickly as it went away. And when I was down down and downnnnnnn, I realised that im actually fighting alone. It's almost like being in a human jam - helpless, while having the urge to break out of it all and of course, facing deterrence. Guess what, we all emerge as fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 was a year of lost &amp;amp; found.&lt;/strong&gt; You don't need alot of friends, just a bunch that will age beautifully with you. I lost those that makes me question myself but I found alot of friends who appreciate and have stuck with me through thicks/thins, providing me valuable criticisms, guidance and strength. Methinks it's sufficient, and the idea that we make each other happy is brighter than anything else =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 was a year of give &amp;amp; take, on the general.&lt;/strong&gt; I always thought that you can take as much as you give, in the case of reciprocation. But ultimately the chord is struck - the more I give, the lesser I get, the deeper I fell. Maybe I couldn't sense what's given to me, or maybe Im just too demanding. No matter what, a little restrain would work for the better, I hope. Who loves being the only one who keeps trying? Too much of a good aint good. I think it hit hard on me, cus Im easily committed but you cant change me cus Im not easily changed too. Maybe striking a balance would be good! Heh. Don't worry, you'll see less of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 was a year of tears &amp;amp; joy.&lt;/strong&gt; I can safely say it was the most emotional year for me, never had so much laughter or tears up till now. Owell, life's a bitch sometimes and shit gets thrown your way, be it solid/semi-solid/liquid. Not to forget, the huge eyebags after a huge cryfest sucks, and makes me look like some ghoul. Okay i will laugh more in 2008, just keep tryin &amp;amp; tryin. Haha lemme start now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2007 is the record for the longest time I've blogged. I've been typing for 2 hours! Owell. Haha summing it up, lessons were learnt the hard way and I saw through lotsa things. Next step is to get all negative things out and! must learn to chill like nothing is really important. Heh. Believe it or not, I feel much better after letting it all out.  Awww, I shall have a good eve's dinner and head to bed without any thoughts. Great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers to the new year, a new you! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5786716272347319051?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5786716272347319051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5786716272347319051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5786716272347319051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5786716272347319051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/987-countdown07.html' title='987 Countdown&apos;07 !'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8611780891104098835</id><published>2007-12-26T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:59:07.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers - Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3Is97FCK0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/YtT9nu2q7_Y/s1600-h/DSCN4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148226766380346178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3Is97FCK0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/YtT9nu2q7_Y/s320/DSCN4292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3ItRLFCK2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/dYwQApWcTwI/s1600-h/DSCN4366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148227097092828002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3ItRLFCK2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/dYwQApWcTwI/s320/DSCN4366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3IturFCK4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zVLZpqOeNcc/s1600-h/DSCN4489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148227603898968962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3IturFCK4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zVLZpqOeNcc/s320/DSCN4489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3IuIrFCK6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/JMiAmW5hekA/s1600-h/DSCN4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148228050575567778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3IuIrFCK6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/JMiAmW5hekA/s320/DSCN4521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3Itg7FCK3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/mhpInXMRQDM/s1600-h/DSCN4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148227367675767666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3Itg7FCK3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/mhpInXMRQDM/s320/DSCN4469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3It9bFCK5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Dzg_b69Cicc/s1600-h/DSCN4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148227857302039442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3It9bFCK5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Dzg_b69Cicc/s320/DSCN4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3IuS7FCK7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/1CsUWn9aoQc/s1600-h/DSCN4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148228226669226930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3IuS7FCK7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/1CsUWn9aoQc/s320/DSCN4546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3ItH7FCK1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/B4drJQfFDtQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148226938179038034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3ItH7FCK1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/B4drJQfFDtQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back! The clouds were good you kno, and Im missing them right now. In fact I already did once I reach the bottom of the hill/mountain/whatsoever. The 3 days were good - the 1st day was spent in the theme park screaming my head off. Yes, the next day I had no voice while shopping. And the 3rd we head back to SG while stopping by KL. oh ya! for all 3 days I had my neck stretched for begedil to no avail =( starbucks, coffee bean, 1stworld, kenny rogers, pizza were the ultimates yo. ahhhhh shiok! could've stayed there if it snowed cus it felt like snowing! and dont mention the long bus rides, could've died without mp3 + psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I had to check up on my-fave-guy-in-the-world to see how he was doing once I was back in SG. Turns out that no proper meals, no proper rest, no proper care. Seriously gave myself a shock, but I managed to put him back on the right track already. Heh. And got myself a taste, a taste that would never be found up there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and, I dragged Mr Fernando to shopping on monday. I almost died the next day when I woke up, my leg was in strain. Maybe because we were sandwiched between ah-bangs in Orchard, trying to avoid foams, or maybe because we walked too much. But of course! I said " Let's stay home next xmas eve," He said "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks jus went past like this. We're touching 2008 soon. Ooh man, puck it. But I dont care, cus right now I wana go Enaq CheesePrataShop Popeye's Zamzam AdamRd IslandC BeachRd. Okay I admit, I'd sell my soul for good food =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8611780891104098835?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8611780891104098835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8611780891104098835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8611780891104098835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8611780891104098835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/jonas-brothers-hold-on.html' title='Jonas Brothers - Hold On'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R3Is97FCK0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/YtT9nu2q7_Y/s72-c/DSCN4292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-508526399978627209</id><published>2007-12-21T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:49:58.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melee - Built To Last</title><content type='html'>What's the time now Mr Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approximately 4.5 hours, I'll be up, up &amp;amp; away. Main objective is to travel light, So mum jus gave me a plastic ziploc bag to put all my winter clothes in. No, Im just kidding. And of course, travel with NOT a heavy heart. Heh. Doesn't make any sense I know, heck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'll be missing on all the good fun here in SG. Hafta give 2 friendlies a miss. Walao how can like that. And the worst thing is I hafta leave my heroes behind. If only I can lug my laptop along with worldwide wireless service provided, I guess I'll be really on cloud 9. Haha anyway Im feeling high so pardon the lameness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they have begedils up there, cus Im still dreaming of the baseball begedil that we had at KTM. ooh my god, potato + mutton are my new best friends now. Enaq can be my new boyfriend. Ha! Thanks to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; boyfriend, the list of my cravings is expanding which means hunger can strike in the day, night, noon, evening, dusk, dawn... whichever you prefer. So someone better suppress it and cure it. Feed when feeding calls. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow teammates, play hard for the friendlies! I'll be awaiting good news =)&lt;br /&gt;To all the night riders, pls be careful, esp YOU =)&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, take care and enjoy the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my mood meter reads: "retail" and I can't wait for brkfst tmr. Hoho kthxbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ImizUmizImizU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-508526399978627209?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/508526399978627209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=508526399978627209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/508526399978627209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/508526399978627209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/melee-built-to-last.html' title='Melee - Built To Last'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4833998048295539515</id><published>2007-12-15T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:29:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Damn Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/R9RYjhSEZ9/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/R9RYjhSEZ9/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;whoa I love this. Something to share, enjoy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4833998048295539515?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4833998048295539515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4833998048295539515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4833998048295539515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4833998048295539515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-jumpsuit-apparatus-damn-regret_15.html' title='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Damn Regret'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5019397222923407629</id><published>2007-11-25T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:29:07.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic Monkeys - D is for Dangerous</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, they always say the weekend is the best part of the entire week. Hmmm.. I remember I was exceptionally happy on friday, so much so that I exclaimed in the middle of the lecture "oooooh it's friday already!" which resulted in my classmates staring me and said " wth you mean you don't kno?" i swear i was feeling noob at the moment, but of course I didnt care that much as I grinned to myself afterwards. Haha, well had dinner at MadJack with floorball teammates. I swear I swear!! the cheese fries was niceeeeeeeeee, but the fish &amp;amp; chips made me ultra sick :( and the best part of the night was Shirley Temple @ the Halo Bar, time to find a better pub. Heh. stanley's the most steady driver aye? simi wako eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saturday was the best as my fave frens gathered around for, yes, another round of dinner @ glass house and sang a few songs for Ada the birthday girl. I miss my peri-peri catch fish&amp;amp;chips seafood platter already! And as I've told Val, it's been too long since someone actually understood what Im trying to say pertaining to all the problems and issues, seriously glad that her A's are over and that she's back for good, not being sucked into national examinations again. Yesyes, many more things that youknoiknowekno =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another catching up today with someone whom we haven't seen for so longggggg, Walla! Still the same though, adam creamery and laughlaughlaugh. Taught me a tongue-twister which got me tongue twisted, but nvm. Ahhhhh greatttt! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how fast 3 days can just zoom past you, now we're trying to envision what will happen if you open your eyes the next morning and see monday blues. I foresee my next 3 days as never-ending. Make it 4, netball fball fball fball. BALLS! you cant do without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently being slighly more quick-tempered than my normal days, I have to say this : Big heads with big words but no actions, scram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, that's much better. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5019397222923407629?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5019397222923407629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5019397222923407629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5019397222923407629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5019397222923407629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/arctic-monkeys-d-is-for-dangerous.html' title='Arctic Monkeys - D is for Dangerous'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8762246936771362323</id><published>2007-11-18T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:02:11.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbaland ft One Republic - Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R0AlEDkOQDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NvPhn_IL_Lw/s1600-h/DSCN4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134144326809305138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R0AlEDkOQDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NvPhn_IL_Lw/s320/DSCN4107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't believe in xmas wishes cus they totally dont come true. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rmb wishing for endless supply of donuts two years ago &amp;amp; a lovelier me 365 days ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where are they? Okay crap. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyway im not supposed to be here blogging. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a lone presentation tmr at 8, I have a wiki page to be wikified and I gotta submit my report by tmr. This is a typical characteristic of procrastinators - lastmin work always, always suck. Zomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im not awake. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im really tired cus I havent been slpin well &amp;amp; early for the past few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much so that i find myself depending on games and music for a good perk-me-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time, my stupid gastric jus wouldn't self-heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is getting on me nerves. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight is the night to appreciate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;every little thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's around you &amp;amp; that you have in your life. Im still glad that someone is willing to share woes &amp;amp; happiness with me, finish up my food (despite the gross state of them) when I cant. Im thankful that friends never left throughout these years, except for one that had leukeamia =( owell.. Don't need call me a prefectionist/extremist, but Im gonna make everything right in every major aspect, minor aspects can wait. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first time, discard whatever notes-to-self and chill like nothing's really important. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;every little corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mice, lizards, roaches, ants inclusive. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You, me and My cheese prata (shop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8762246936771362323?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8762246936771362323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8762246936771362323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8762246936771362323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8762246936771362323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/timbaland-ft-one-republic-apologize.html' title='Timbaland ft One Republic - Apologize'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R0AlEDkOQDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NvPhn_IL_Lw/s72-c/DSCN4107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4436668941372638080</id><published>2007-11-15T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T02:27:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rasmus - In The Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rzs9jVjiguI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fdC1wRxp7Bg/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132763877609734882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rzs9jVjiguI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fdC1wRxp7Bg/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1001 million sorries to 1001 out there, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If this works =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4436668941372638080?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4436668941372638080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4436668941372638080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4436668941372638080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4436668941372638080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/rasmus-in-shadows.html' title='The Rasmus - In The Shadows'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rzs9jVjiguI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fdC1wRxp7Bg/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2443270940766379627</id><published>2007-11-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:13:26.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train - Drops of Jupiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's back to basics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHgUZlJZII/AAAAAAAAAUE/lcaLa7ELjVA/s1600-h/ymymymym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130128091620402306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHgUZlJZII/AAAAAAAAAUE/lcaLa7ELjVA/s320/ymymymym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHgJplJZHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-Y-b_ulCtBU/s1600-h/valohalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130127906936808562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHgJplJZHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-Y-b_ulCtBU/s320/valohalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHdm5lJZFI/AAAAAAAAATs/i9g5Qlx92N0/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130125110913098834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHdm5lJZFI/AAAAAAAAATs/i9g5Qlx92N0/s320/train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHdL5lJZEI/AAAAAAAAATk/bGjR1tk8q9M/s1600-h/team4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130124647056630850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHdL5lJZEI/AAAAAAAAATk/bGjR1tk8q9M/s320/team4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHc8ZlJZDI/AAAAAAAAATc/WwbQ97qvV3c/s1600-h/team3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130124380768658482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHc8ZlJZDI/AAAAAAAAATc/WwbQ97qvV3c/s320/team3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHcNplJZCI/AAAAAAAAATU/W_2D4TfwNcU/s1600-h/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130123577609774114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHcNplJZCI/AAAAAAAAATU/W_2D4TfwNcU/s320/team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHbvJlJZBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Z7lYWzgAsWA/s1600-h/sakeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130123053623763986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHbvJlJZBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Z7lYWzgAsWA/s320/sakeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHbfJlJZAI/AAAAAAAAATE/g1Zb-BWzTVA/s1600-h/motherofbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130122778745857026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHbfJlJZAI/AAAAAAAAATE/g1Zb-BWzTVA/s320/motherofbj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHbDZlJY_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/nwmYmHh1Kck/s1600-h/lastoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130122302004487154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHbDZlJY_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/nwmYmHh1Kck/s320/lastoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHa4plJY-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/M_VJ-sfKjo0/s1600-h/hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130122117320893410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHa4plJY-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/M_VJ-sfKjo0/s320/hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHaSJlJY9I/AAAAAAAAASs/mDWMg9iZFt0/s1600-h/heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130121455895929810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHaSJlJY9I/AAAAAAAAASs/mDWMg9iZFt0/s320/heh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHZyJlJY8I/AAAAAAAAASk/d42IoYyzaQ4/s1600-h/hahahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130120906140115906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHZyJlJY8I/AAAAAAAAASk/d42IoYyzaQ4/s320/hahahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130111671960429362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHRYplJYzI/AAAAAAAAARc/NaVe2U_qsGk/s320/cathayeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHRN5lJYyI/AAAAAAAAARU/v0jL3EJUJNM/s1600-h/aidoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130111487276835618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHRN5lJYyI/AAAAAAAAARU/v0jL3EJUJNM/s320/aidoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHQ_ZlJYxI/AAAAAAAAARM/tIJX1TcoMAc/s1600-h/19092007760-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130111238168732434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHQ_ZlJYxI/AAAAAAAAARM/tIJX1TcoMAc/s320/19092007760-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2443270940766379627?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2443270940766379627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2443270940766379627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2443270940766379627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2443270940766379627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/train-drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Train - Drops of Jupiter'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RzHgUZlJZII/AAAAAAAAAUE/lcaLa7ELjVA/s72-c/ymymymym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2998398015235125739</id><published>2007-10-27T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:35:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling For Soup - Luckiest Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised that I haven't been blogging decently, it's high time I should put up one. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RyM5eJlJYuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/o2GxDKNSpjA/s1600-h/scores.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126003991008338658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RyM5eJlJYuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/o2GxDKNSpjA/s320/scores.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically for the 1st two weeks since lessons resumed, I was eating slpin lookin readin playin floorball. No not that exaggerating though, but 5 matches was just enough to stretch us. Somehow this time round it felt better &amp;amp; stronger, certainly the team dynamics is upped. Good job wyldkatz, &lt;strong&gt;Congrats to Scarecrows for the medal win&lt;/strong&gt;. Yayyyyyyyyyyyy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the usual mp3 plugging and the occasional morning breaths (&lt;em&gt;yuk&lt;/em&gt;) in bus 67, school has been really fine if you consider sleep-writing in lectures as an art. The sandwiches are still there to keep me alive but my eyelids never fail &lt;em&gt;to fail&lt;/em&gt;. But if there's one thing/fact/person that motivates me, it's the german lecturer that I'll meet 3/5 days in the week. Owell, im just kidding! But wait till you see him. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always, you should know that a person like me always tend to have mindcramps, outta nowhere no reasons whatsoever. All it took was a trip to the railway track, a good buffet to fill me up and a huge company of friends to laugh along with, to ease the cramp. Sakura was shiok to the max I feel it overtook the shiokness of Seoul Garden. Haha. Of course with/without food always come problems i.e. gastric pain. Which will make me not sleep well, not eat well, and me not being well on the whole. Kanasai man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH! Did i mention I love reminiscing? It's an action that stirs up lotsa emotions, reflections &amp;amp; realisations, which works in a way that you know that at a certain point of time you lose while you gain. I was just doing it today (well, actually everyday) - you know it still feels right when you disagree and still hold hands, people go out of the way to make you laugh like mad, knowing you're in need of a pick-me-up. You keep it it's big, but once you let it out you know it's something smaller 100x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you knows it feels wrong to start missing somethings which you thought you've had a strong bond with, to feel outta place &amp;amp; awkward like never before, topics lessened and few words spoken, minimal interaction. Sometimes it's hard to rekindle it again, but other times you'd die to give another try. Albeit all my might to shake things off, they just come back &amp;amp; creep in sneakily.. BAM! here we go again, circles never end. &lt;em&gt;The power of a book&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All emoshits aside, Im sure everything will be fine because they simply have to. Heh. Alrighto, time to get some proper rest. Can you see me curling up in bed and holding my stomach? I swear my gastric is the only thing that gets worse every minute. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RyNKFZlJYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/P4L0FU-rM3Y/s1600-h/2814.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126022257504248578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RyNKFZlJYwI/AAAAAAAAARE/P4L0FU-rM3Y/s320/2814.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didnt forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SELAMAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HARI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JADI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HILMI &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AIDAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay Hilmi sorry, belated. Haha stay happy as always, and start looking forward to the next big thing in your lives - crabs and guns. Heh. ski3surfer &amp;amp; umpateyebrow hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I see improvements" - one great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2998398015235125739?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2998398015235125739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2998398015235125739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2998398015235125739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2998398015235125739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/bowling-for-soup-luckiest-loser.html' title='Bowling For Soup - Luckiest Loser'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RyM5eJlJYuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/o2GxDKNSpjA/s72-c/scores.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4687779134116677630</id><published>2007-10-12T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:31:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM OST - Gotta Go My Own Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOO finally fasting month is coming to an end,&lt;br /&gt;hari raya is coming (cant wait to wear the &lt;em&gt;blackblack&lt;/em&gt; thing),&lt;br /&gt;which means more cookies &amp;amp; sambalgoreng &amp;amp; ketupat coming my wayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;during the open-houses of course.&lt;br /&gt;Soak up the mooooooood, ohmy i sound like a malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, 2 more days till I die again.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate morning classes, no shit.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that seems exciting is POL-ite games, which starts exactly on the 1st monday.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyy time to see numbers fly again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! to make-up for a super-manja girlfriend who keeps complaining non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;momo finally bought bonchet to fish&amp;amp;co, and did what we always loved to do -EAT&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i've learnt alot of malay during our first year,&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in one very overused phrase - MEREPEK(mehpek)NYEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;wait, this one must cringe face one.&lt;br /&gt;so, muker cramp. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASDFGHJKL chao minah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go travelling around SG today, simply because I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute relief was screwed, owell nvm!&lt;br /&gt;Already planned my route to mr Adam then for kkkkkkreamery,&lt;br /&gt;but I was hopelessly, needless to say, lazy.&lt;br /&gt;ended up watching kuchu-kuchu 1/2 only.&lt;br /&gt;ANJAAAAAAAAAAAAALI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I last blogged crap, i mean REAL crap. heh. SS laaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all muslims &amp;amp; muslimahs, happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hafiz, pull your ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4687779134116677630?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4687779134116677630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4687779134116677630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4687779134116677630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4687779134116677630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/hsm-ost-gotta-go-my-own-way.html' title='HSM OST - Gotta Go My Own Way'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4736017542346528025</id><published>2007-10-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:38:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife - I Lay My Love On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rwu8DJUxynI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nMwi7G2IWF8/s1600-h/Capture8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119392163665398386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rwu8DJUxynI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nMwi7G2IWF8/s320/Capture8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4736017542346528025?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4736017542346528025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4736017542346528025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4736017542346528025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4736017542346528025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/westlife-i-lay-my-love-on-you.html' title='Westlife - I Lay My Love On You'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rwu8DJUxynI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nMwi7G2IWF8/s72-c/Capture8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4045300031722936339</id><published>2007-10-06T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:08:19.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Charlotte - Broken Hearts Parade</title><content type='html'>I would have to say, today is a nice saturday. Yes that's right - no classes today, no teaching, but alot of marking. Lookin at my students' Science papers, I just wana vomit blood. But of course, the thought stops when I think of how cute they are. Haha. Some days I'd rather &lt;em&gt;teach than mark&lt;/em&gt;, but for most, I'd wana &lt;em&gt;teach &amp;amp; mark&lt;/em&gt; even though it means "one packet of strepsils a day keeps another doctor away". Come to think of it, it's been 4 packets, Extra Strong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off a good week, we had Swensen's for some good birthday celebrations. Owell the birthday boys were kinda happy and surprised, and nothing beats having the Good People all gathered and a $400 bill, even the lactose-intolerant me enjoyed the ice-cream overload. Haha pictures will be up when I get hold of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending the week was squeezing at the sale, walking around doing nothing except for poking Pocky into each other's mouths, and when we got hungry we turned to Sakae while thinking of RotiJohn &amp;amp; Mochi. Glad to visit places where we last went, and do things we last did long ago. Sucha wonder how the surroundings can wrap you up for the mood &lt;strong&gt;;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a attached friend who asked me why some people get attached, while others prefer singleton. She reasoned that it is all about settling down, or wanting to pursue personal pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "&lt;em&gt;it doesn't matter because whoever's in your life will back you up&lt;/em&gt;", the pursuits in this case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend asked me why her best friend dumped her when the boyfriend came into the picture, during which she was utterly dejected and angry for the fact that she saw her friend's true colour - boytoy as the top priority. I gave her a blank face &amp;amp; tried to think of something, at least something, to answer her. " &lt;em&gt;Maybe she cant relate to you as well as before?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the most interesting friend by the way. Her very own best friend is currently treating her like something in consignment, or rather, convicted, just because something which cant be controlled, happened. Makes me wonder, how selfish &amp;amp; insensitive can people get? "&lt;em&gt;Thank god she let you see through her.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there are people like this out there. Now you wonder, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4045300031722936339?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4045300031722936339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4045300031722936339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4045300031722936339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4045300031722936339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-charlotte-broken-hearts-parade.html' title='Good Charlotte - Broken Hearts Parade'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1145135903861565970</id><published>2007-09-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:04:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowcard - Light Up The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rv-665UxymI/AAAAAAAAAQk/q4TwqZsnlEA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116013222699321954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rv-665UxymI/AAAAAAAAAQk/q4TwqZsnlEA/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st of October is always a very happy day for kids, cus it's children's day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So enjoy it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you are a kid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or for this case, &lt;em&gt;the kid in you&lt;/em&gt; :) heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Dearest beloved &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fizo momo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a happy 19th!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If this yr you can't get what you want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait for next yr, next next yr or next next next..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha and pls rmb that Im your inspiracion for birdman, hoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, 19 is a good number! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mweh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jump up &amp;amp; down with both hands on your shoulder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1145135903861565970?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1145135903861565970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1145135903861565970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1145135903861565970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1145135903861565970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/yellowcard-light-up-sky.html' title='Yellowcard - Light Up The Sky'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rv-665UxymI/AAAAAAAAAQk/q4TwqZsnlEA/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4755546328246476695</id><published>2007-09-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:44:49.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake Lewis - You Give Love A Bad Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvyFCJUxykI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UVjUdpSSfE8/s1600-h/CIMG2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115109548695341634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvyFCJUxykI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UVjUdpSSfE8/s320/CIMG2652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvyEM5UxyjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KKdm0XwF9TA/s1600-h/CIMG2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115108633867307570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s mirah TOP is HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4755546328246476695?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4755546328246476695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4755546328246476695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4755546328246476695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4755546328246476695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/blake-lewis-you-give-love-bad-name.html' title='Blake Lewis - You Give Love A Bad Name'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvyFCJUxykI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UVjUdpSSfE8/s72-c/CIMG2652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6680834719620458351</id><published>2007-09-27T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:27:14.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirlyn Tan - Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her eyes were shining like the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the sky was&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while she was crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before he died,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how she tried,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, Im still thinking about &lt;strong&gt;Popeye's&lt;/strong&gt; that we had on sunday &amp;amp; how I always love the biscuit, cajun fries and mashed potatoes. Basically all good things happened on sunday; everything was surprisingly achievable (for me), and birdman scored a super nice goal against argo. Much as the awed no.1 fan was impressed, she was jumping up &amp;amp; down! but not in her seat. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good game tupais!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Voldergab&lt;/strong&gt;, im on my way to be a &lt;em&gt;PSLEi&lt;/em&gt; while her free dinner is on her way. She told me that all students wear nametags, and I loveeeee looking at nametags. Well, I shall be constantly looking out for a cute little boy named "awesome"! Thankyou thankyou, Ooh man this always makes me excited =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With October comes &lt;em&gt;Oktoberfest&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Children's Day&lt;/em&gt;. iknoyouweallkno what's in store for the next month already. &lt;em&gt;Something comfy, something nice. Something good, something bad.&lt;/em&gt; Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact the sch's reopening gives me mixed feelings;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; because i can finally get a dip in my fave : psychology,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im &lt;em&gt;relunctant&lt;/em&gt; cus you cant really imagine how much I hate morning classes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im &lt;em&gt;lazy&lt;/em&gt;, upon thinking that more projects are gonna screw me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; as it's an end to boredom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im &lt;em&gt;apprehensive&lt;/em&gt;, yes, the first match is on the 15th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to pack up for usual training, then dinner at KAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Something tells me everything shall be alright by faith :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-6680834719620458351?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6680834719620458351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6680834719620458351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6680834719620458351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6680834719620458351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/shirlyn-tan-window.html' title='Shirlyn Tan - Window'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-373451485662418062</id><published>2007-09-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:10:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Heat - 5 Times Out of 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvEn5OA3c5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0pu_zmDCt14/s1600-h/DSC00041-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111910916009980818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvEn5OA3c5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0pu_zmDCt14/s320/DSC00041-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Today was a day just like any other, but with a twist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got off the bed when the clock sounded, dragged my legs which were sprained outta no reason whatsoever during my 1st 5secs in court. Or more, or less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm the sleepyhead, &lt;strong&gt;linglinglinglinglinglingling&lt;/strong&gt; keep sayin im cute like what the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared our assets today, did crazy stuffs today, and yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked about everything under the sun, &lt;em&gt;under the sun&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her pay is gonna come in, and we'll be on our way to sushi infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plonked! myself on the bed when i got home, abso&lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt;lutely tired, through &amp;amp; through. even the &lt;em&gt;iPod&lt;/em&gt; couldn't perk me up, but &lt;em&gt;iMan&lt;/em&gt; did. you kno? i, man, i + man, &lt;em&gt;iMan&lt;/em&gt;? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-373451485662418062?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/373451485662418062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=373451485662418062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/373451485662418062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/373451485662418062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot-hot-heat-5-times-out-of-100.html' title='Hot Hot Heat - 5 Times Out of 100'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RvEn5OA3c5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0pu_zmDCt14/s72-c/DSC00041-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4372945466578811859</id><published>2007-09-16T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:03:54.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hale - Shooting Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuweKEcEZUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yhwenikPYBI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110492835497665858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuweKEcEZUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yhwenikPYBI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really want my getaway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, welcome the tyrant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4372945466578811859?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4372945466578811859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4372945466578811859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4372945466578811859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4372945466578811859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/hale-shooting-stars.html' title='Hale - Shooting Stars'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuweKEcEZUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yhwenikPYBI/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7037122612136048668</id><published>2007-09-14T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:00:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuoeRUcEZOI/AAAAAAAAANw/PlSrU6LObuE/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109930010098296034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuoeRUcEZOI/AAAAAAAAANw/PlSrU6LObuE/s320/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ruoh-EcEZSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h5FjT_Ut6Aw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109934077432325410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ruoh-EcEZSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h5FjT_Ut6Aw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuogQkcEZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sQIN7nwm5TI/s1600-h/P4030089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109932196236649714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuogQkcEZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sQIN7nwm5TI/s320/P4030089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ruohn0cEZQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rM4uJCguTBs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109933695180236034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ruohn0cEZQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rM4uJCguTBs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuohvUcEZRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qX5jzWkzYxA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109933824029254930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuohvUcEZRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qX5jzWkzYxA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuoigUcEZTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IqFZ2WvXv4A/s1600-h/Capture3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109934665842844978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuoigUcEZTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IqFZ2WvXv4A/s320/Capture3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s i love to take snippets recently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7037122612136048668?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7037122612136048668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7037122612136048668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7037122612136048668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7037122612136048668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/ps-i-love-to-take-snippets-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RuoeRUcEZOI/AAAAAAAAANw/PlSrU6LObuE/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3782967809370035654</id><published>2007-09-14T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:38:02.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliott Yamin - Wait For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really miss seeing EA Games &amp; Playstation at the GCA, especially giving away 1000 kitkats everyday &amp;amp; snapping polaroids of young&amp;old, female&amp;amp;male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi! Can I take a pic of you? SUPPORT HEALTHY GAMING!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Boyboy you want kitkat?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, a whole load of kittykat in my fridge, my room, my bag plus a whole stack of polaroids, shiok! EA is the coolest I tell you - their games, staffs &amp; service are damn good. Just nice it fell on the 9th, and the boyfriend and I appearance had a seriously lateeeee supper of satay at Makansutra. One more month to F&amp;amp;Co!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8th was the Movie Marathon for the floorball people while I was happily eating away, my fave apple strudel(yayyyyyyy).. and sleeping at a place where I never thought I would. Miraculously, the concussion and shoulder strains I had were gone. Now you kno how power, yes, no? I liked the scene when I opened my eyes - grey skies. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 12th which was a truly feastful day. After 6 yrs of ceasing contacts with my priSch mates, we finally meet up in the company of the tasty pizzas. Rather funny at how all of them changed but the topics were still there. Well, luckily opening up wasn't sucha huge problem. Heh! Afterwhich the bunch of us met up at Seoul Garden and ate and ate and ate, till we drop... literally. Happy bday Nic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay today..&lt;br /&gt;is the 2nd day of fasting;&lt;br /&gt;the day for results;&lt;br /&gt;and the day when Im fast becoming a nerve-wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised that all the teachers have strong immune system nowadays because I've been waiting for how looooooonggg to get my relief stint, because staying at home everyday is more boring than everything else. Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Before I forget,&lt;br /&gt;a big THANK YOU to everyone who gave me my 4th surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Been flipping through it everynight, yes I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;4 surprises spanning over 5 months, uppppp ahhh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We won't hear a word you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RulzeEcEZNI/AAAAAAAAANo/ubVSr3FhDGE/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3782967809370035654?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3782967809370035654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3782967809370035654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3782967809370035654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3782967809370035654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/elliott-yamin-wait-for-you.html' title='Elliott Yamin - Wait For You'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4790012799520256046</id><published>2007-09-04T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:59:04.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Academy Is.... - You Might Have Noticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rtz21QkM3aI/AAAAAAAAANA/BCtsdQlA6Ak/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106227472371604898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rtz21QkM3aI/AAAAAAAAANA/BCtsdQlA6Ak/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more pictures, please refer to &lt;a href="http://rockherworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;rock&lt;em&gt;*anamalai&lt;/em&gt;world&lt;/a&gt;. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks that it'll be so rare for me to have anymore free time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the rest of this week. After the supper that awaits me after training, tomorrow is free. And from thurs - sun I've got commitments to SGGA, not forgetting the Fball movie marathon &amp; my Shape Run. NOW i gotta figure out a way to squeeze my sunday,or to prevent gerlin,ys,eliza, huiling and shirley from fainting. Anyhow, I kno sunday is gonna be Great =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is real crazy, she just won't quit speaking hokkien after catching 881 last night; my mum is even crazier, she teared and wants to go watch again though it's nice, very nice; she's dragging my dad along, she's dragging ME along. But she speaks chinese to my malay boyfriend, luckily he's almost &lt;em&gt;tri&lt;/em&gt;lingual. Heh. One Rochester soon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Im kicking this bad habit of eating while using my laptop. Sometimes I jus have a feeling that I might topple over my bowl of Campbell, or when I turn my laptop upside down, all the bread crumbs,noodles and anything else will fall out. It's either this, or I must have a magazine with me. Where's my 8days for the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being too patriotic, the red is jus something fresh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4790012799520256046?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4790012799520256046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4790012799520256046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4790012799520256046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4790012799520256046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/academy-is-you-might-have-noticed.html' title='The Academy Is.... - You Might Have Noticed'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rtz21QkM3aI/AAAAAAAAANA/BCtsdQlA6Ak/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4654162882253946707</id><published>2007-09-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:15:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you could've seen us</title><content type='html'>How many of you can actually admit that it's so rare to find friends who never left you even when you're in a total mess &amp; that they would hurt you just to save you, bring you up when you're being brought down, and make you laugh your heart out even though there always seems to be some things hiding at the very back of your mind? Friends who doesn't get back at you when you've misdid something, and who doesn't give a damn about revenge, coldshoulders and what other possible negative treatment, as long as this friendship is wholeheratedly &amp; promises never to fade away for as far as possible. Friends who share and never conditional; they are willing to sit/walk/talk/eat in silence that's almost comfortable, afterwhich all of you will walk away feeling strangely comforted as though there was a invisible bond between where everything will be shared via. For real ones need no hiding, real ones need no seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll realise that you can't grow outta anything without putting a struggle, a tough fight. Because the real deal happens to be that nothing's never ever gonna work your way &amp; neither does it strike you like a beautiful melody. It's either you fight or you whine, as you snooze you lose. When they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, don't you think it's the ultimae truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a day filled with much laughter though. Flew and fell with a loud thud before training starts proper, guess it's my noob day. We headed down to Comex and pushed people around while grumbling how tired I was, till they had to push me back home &amp; even refused my right to get donuts properly. But it's alright, i think I'll be the first 19 ever to try and be a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Im munching on my DonutFactory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4654162882253946707?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4654162882253946707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4654162882253946707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4654162882253946707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4654162882253946707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-you-couldve-seen-us.html' title='I wish you could&apos;ve seen us'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4860432781492197573</id><published>2007-08-24T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:18:46.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday Parade - Jamie All Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were looking up into my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed as I held you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go back to Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at least till I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room, the aircon is on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;breathe in the after-rain air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and listen to this song under the warm quilt of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooh Melt me. scotty doesn't know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My fave time of the entire year so to say, and the not-so-dramatic turning point =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it's more or less like a routine when exams strike;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my greentea osmanthus bottles are everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alarm at 7.01am just to make it ontime for 9am papers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now I'm gotta switch to 2months whereby my days start at 12pm and absolutely paper-free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;And also, the time to pray that graduating ontime will still be a good prospect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have I mentioned that sem-exams are the grandest thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need a job in order to get my KIV stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow I don't live in the SgMint, and those things are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;juuuuuuuuuuusssst sooooooooooo tantalisingggggggggggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All wants have become needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, they have to. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for sat and mon to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;time to see those frens I've been not seeing for way too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; I miss you my darling floorball. Hang out hands up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best Sis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rs3J8wkM3YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fYTk_G6UVhU/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101955998546713986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rs3J8wkM3YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fYTk_G6UVhU/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiest 18th!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4860432781492197573?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4860432781492197573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4860432781492197573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4860432781492197573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4860432781492197573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/mayday-parade-jamie-all-over.html' title='Mayday Parade - Jamie All Over'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rs3J8wkM3YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fYTk_G6UVhU/s72-c/IMG_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2021822486162775922</id><published>2007-08-10T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:37:48.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Kills Kid - Are You Nervous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Nation's 42nd bday was a joyous occasion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the 10th boyfriend day, 1428181119 fren's day, pushing day, prespiring day and bangl-oa day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the floating platform made it the best, completed with jellyfishes floating around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I skipped the "wear-red" part because I risk the chance of looking like im going for another round of chinese new year, didnt want take my chances at all. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earle Swensen's was good laaaaa! Not into exorbitant eating, maybe once in a year, haha. Then we popped in &amp; out of those shops and Grand-Prix all the way through bangl-oas &amp;amp; caught the awaited fireworks. A nice way to round up the day? Tulang and the best company you can ever finddddd. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryNcJC0NlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8xDqVsnJv5Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097104392880141906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryNcJC0NlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8xDqVsnJv5Y/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryN8JC0NnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AD_ZoDQS6sE/s1600-h/DSCN3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097104942635955826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryN8JC0NnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AD_ZoDQS6sE/s320/DSCN3959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've realised that whenever I drink fizzy drinks, I'll burp till my nose hurts, thus Im not exactly a big fan of them gases. So maybe the nextime you see me popping a can would be 19years later, except 100plus or sprite? Because Im burping now already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying hard to find that particular apparel I've been looking for, luck is jus not on my side. And seeing that card nearing its expiry date, I just cant help feeling kanchiong. Fellow people of the Fairer sex, i need help. hehe Or maybe this is just an excuse to get a therapeutic retail experience. HUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned that It's been ages since I had days like that, eating shopping eating shopping? till the choc was on our teeth, yup truly satisfied :D ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryNuZC0NmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tTdO-n7rLv4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097104706412754530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryNuZC0NmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tTdO-n7rLv4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come I schmear for you!! HEH HEH HEH HEH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryNuZC0NmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tTdO-n7rLv4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2021822486162775922?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2021822486162775922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2021822486162775922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2021822486162775922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2021822486162775922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/rock-kills-kid-are-you-nervous.html' title='Rock Kills Kid - Are You Nervous?'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RryNcJC0NlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8xDqVsnJv5Y/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1065027078185575423</id><published>2007-08-07T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:17:05.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Sebastian - Angels Brought Me Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been years since I've last heard this song, finally caught it again at the wedding last night.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing it while showing the stepping-stones of the newlyweds &amp; at that moment, I had jus discovered a shocking news pertaining to my mum's fren. So one moment you feel extremely happy for the couple, and the next you realised that it's totally inappropriate for departure. Touchè, talk about tugging at the strings of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more, Im at the time of the month, the time that im the most unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody complex creature, it's either you see it, miss it, or tame it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women, oh women. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been losing myself in the tunes of Maroon 5 for 3days in a row, and this track for the past 20minutes. Goodnight, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s hello Amirahhhhloolaalaa. hotcakes someday? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1065027078185575423?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1065027078185575423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1065027078185575423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1065027078185575423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1065027078185575423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/guy-sebastian-angels-brought-me-here.html' title='Guy Sebastian - Angels Brought Me Here'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1992211498685936763</id><published>2007-07-29T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:18:49.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KT Tunstall - Heal Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqygE5C0NjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3ARTdA-D_6I/s1600-h/DSC04085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092621284541740594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqygE5C0NjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3ARTdA-D_6I/s320/DSC04085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, you're gonna heal over :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1992211498685936763?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1992211498685936763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1992211498685936763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1992211498685936763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1992211498685936763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/kt-tunstall-heal-over.html' title='KT Tunstall - Heal Over'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqygE5C0NjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3ARTdA-D_6I/s72-c/DSC04085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3276114381240227438</id><published>2007-07-26T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:47:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum 41 - King of the Contradiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqgS0JC0NiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D4EEXieaBBk/s1600-h/twoSickGerls%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091340065732572706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqgS0JC0NiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D4EEXieaBBk/s320/twoSickGerls%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I've balanced out everything, I fell sick, the ultimate kind.&lt;br /&gt;So it kinda lope-sided every aspect. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday saw me going to the polyclinic, rushing to a&amp;e at NUH and lost 1L of blood.&lt;br /&gt;yes kidding! they just took a syringe of my blood but my internal organs are functioning mighty fine, all tests for appendicitis were negative :) wha heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving on just porridge was the last thing on my mind. Imagine the tasteless thing lying in your bowl everyday when you're craving for french fries, mcSpicy and apple pie instead. I guess i've got no choice cus I never know what's gonna happen. word of the month : abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll start proper abstaining after madjack this friday. Heh. But nvm, I kno i'll be fine but that also means that the mood will be cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I came down with a fever. god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing relationships on the verge of breaking up, gotta say something :)&lt;br /&gt;Just a piece of advice to all guys/gals/gays/lesbians out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're sick, please take the advice and make a trip to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;If you're partner is sick, do shower much love, care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;If you're sick of being sick, induce some good bowel movement.&lt;br /&gt;If you're sick of caring for the sick, scram.&lt;br /&gt;If not, smile like you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jigglypuff and bonesteak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3276114381240227438?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3276114381240227438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3276114381240227438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3276114381240227438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3276114381240227438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/sum-41-king-of-contradiction.html' title='Sum 41 - King of the Contradiction'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqgS0JC0NiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/D4EEXieaBBk/s72-c/twoSickGerls%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5477229909269377281</id><published>2007-07-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:03:49.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqN9PJC0NhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nEHn1Tzliu4/s1600-h/us1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090049702938031634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqN9PJC0NhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nEHn1Tzliu4/s320/us1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual. Sunday trainings followed by Squirrels at TSH.&lt;br /&gt;The long-gone usual, Fun dinner we had.&lt;br /&gt;The fave usual, Mp3 sharing still brings much joy.&lt;br /&gt;The unusual usual, sleeping unglam on the bus. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, maybe everything changed, maybe they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case is, one thing hasn't changed, and will not change, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I seriously think the score against RP was 9-4.&lt;br /&gt;9 is not a nice number, neither is 4.&lt;br /&gt;Time to bring everything down by bringing everything else up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cus you're my, you're myyyy, my ayeee ayee ayeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My true ____&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqN84ZC0NgI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z1UnkcyUbfk/s1600-h/madJackMadPeople%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5477229909269377281?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5477229909269377281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5477229909269377281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5477229909269377281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5477229909269377281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/red-jumpsuit-apparatus-your-guardian.html' title='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqN9PJC0NhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nEHn1Tzliu4/s72-c/us1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2610843995001727562</id><published>2007-07-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:31:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jojo - How To Touch a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqDbD2DrltI/AAAAAAAAALY/NQfvYQt8Xac/s1600-h/DSCN3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089308438025705170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqDbD2DrltI/AAAAAAAAALY/NQfvYQt8Xac/s320/DSCN3880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ended on a pretty good note, couldnt believe that I actually spent one whole semester on it. Geared up in walkieTalkies and coordinating people I have never met before, I sure had fun whilst struggling with sleep deprivation. Yes, very lacking of sleep nowadays until I.. dorno what. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I was hallucinating most of the time, constantly needing some shuteye. Couldnt be any worse with my old ailments back, alive &amp; kicking hard.&lt;br /&gt;and with those new ones coming in, life ain't getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;that goes to show how much people care about you sometimes, &lt;em&gt;nice porridge&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies like a &lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt;, pretty soon the exams will be over &amp; done with. Those who have persevered a long way, continue the momentum cus it's stupid to give up now. Those who haven't, try giving your best shot this time round. die die also must do well. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, all good things come to an end, yet it takes some good to make it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And like fallen leaves, you fade as you change, so much so that things take on new meanings now.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no end if I were to start saying, and it will be too late when backs are turned against each other some day.&lt;br /&gt;My parts &amp; parcels do not exist this way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqDg72DrlvI/AAAAAAAAALo/MPW_nC1gt54/s1600-h/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089314897656518386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqDg72DrlvI/AAAAAAAAALo/MPW_nC1gt54/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH YS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta here till my hiatus is over and i totally quit being a merlion. Good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we do, I'll be giving all my ____ to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2610843995001727562?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2610843995001727562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2610843995001727562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2610843995001727562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2610843995001727562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/jojo-how-to-touch-girl.html' title='Jojo - How To Touch a Girl'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RqDbD2DrltI/AAAAAAAAALY/NQfvYQt8Xac/s72-c/DSCN3880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6754151829032734414</id><published>2007-07-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:10:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew Sidora - Till The Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ro5Ve0XKQeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jqy0PPxB-oM/s1600-h/stepup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084095017288090082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ro5Ve0XKQeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jqy0PPxB-oM/s320/stepup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slip, gone until the dawn's gone with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the music is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holla everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIA-ed from this blog for far too long due a whole lot of reasons, but obviously it's the studies that is being the bugger plus a few more domestic affairs which needs no elaboration. Talking about this makes me feel like I haven't been smiling or laughing enough, someone to relax me pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright anyway it certainly feels weird to be at home this Friday night - absence of TGIFs. You know &amp; I know, we're having truckloads of assignments pending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT KNOW WHAT? I jus finished watching Step Up for the 1911th time already. And lately, the littlest things have been triggering off my thoughts for whatever reasons you can imagine &amp;amp; Step Up is one of them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is actually an act of expressing yourself if you're incapable of verbal expressions, that's what I feel. Ask all the dancers in the world &amp; they'll tell you that dancing relieves you of your troubles, lifts your spirits and be totally comfortable in your own dancing zone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last time I felt truly happy was when I was 16, though the happiness was self-induced. Yes people around you can make you happy, but there are times when you gotta be by yourself. Now I can't help but think back on why was I so stupid to give up on dance. Maybe it's time to bring it back again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course back to current affairs, the good friend of mine is finally 18. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transformers was nice, and it's nice to dream of driving a Peugeot Convertible in the midst of stress :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's nice to have someone bringing you cakes, sweatshirt, crackers and donuts when you are craving them, and that the person didnt actually know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rectify all wrongs. Heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need it, but you know you gotta have it.&lt;/span&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/19089640-6754151829032734414?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6754151829032734414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6754151829032734414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6754151829032734414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6754151829032734414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/drew-sidora-till-dawn.html' title='Drew Sidora - Till The Dawn'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Ro5Ve0XKQeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jqy0PPxB-oM/s72-c/stepup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5081066810147219793</id><published>2007-07-05T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:33:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Make Me Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rox0RUXKQdI/AAAAAAAAALI/3iScCLfKDb0/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083565920266895826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rox0RUXKQdI/AAAAAAAAALI/3iScCLfKDb0/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIRLEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s be back for a niceeeeeeee update soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5081066810147219793?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5081066810147219793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5081066810147219793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5081066810147219793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5081066810147219793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifehouse-make-me-over.html' title='Lifehouse - Make Me Over'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rox0RUXKQdI/AAAAAAAAALI/3iScCLfKDb0/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-748083422917045997</id><published>2007-06-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:30:16.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Fall To Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RngK6nJVpLI/AAAAAAAAALA/AiMIGIGGwn0/s1600-h/lucas%26peyton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077820581917074610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RngK6nJVpLI/AAAAAAAAALA/AiMIGIGGwn0/s320/lucas%26peyton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Lucas &amp; Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Calling Long Distance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about a man who called his wife from an airport payphone, When he had used up all his coins, the operator interrupted to say he had one minute left. The man hurriedly tried to finish his conversation with his wife, but before they could tell each other goodbye, the line went dead. With a sigh, the man hung up the phone and started to leave the little telephone cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the phone rang. Thinking it was the operator wanting more money, the man almost didn't answer. But something told him to pick up the phone. Sure enough, it was the operator. But she didn't want more money. Instead she had a message for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After you hung up, your wife said she loved you," the operator said. "I thought you'd want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Canfield, Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-748083422917045997?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/748083422917045997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=748083422917045997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/748083422917045997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/748083422917045997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/avril-lavigne-fall-to-pieces.html' title='Avril Lavigne - Fall To Pieces'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RngK6nJVpLI/AAAAAAAAALA/AiMIGIGGwn0/s72-c/lucas%26peyton2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4098396362959654925</id><published>2007-06-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:00:45.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Class Heroes - 6th Period: Viva La White Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RnKd1HJVpKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GSmxpEpBijw/s1600-h/DSCN3860-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076293265776813218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RnKd1HJVpKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GSmxpEpBijw/s320/DSCN3860-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whoever said holidays are meant for relaxing, I'd like to see how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say "&lt;em&gt;Think Happy Thoughts&lt;/em&gt;" &amp; you'll get a good night's sleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd like to see how too. Because I've not been getting any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make it worse by sleeping late, waking up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No relax, no sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example last night, I was in bed 2+ in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What came was tossingS &amp;amp; turningS with a meehongkong-digested stomach, and some chronicles of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who do you turn to in times like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, you turn to your left(like me did), and ring up your boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good idea! Some supper to fill the hungryyyyyyyyyyyy gastric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though he lives 19 streets &amp; 11 bus stops away from me, the smell of his McWings was wafting thru the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now now now, they say a hungry woman is a crazy woman. But I was lazy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few mintues after, I had my beloved Kokokrunch after dragging my lazyass to the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cold milk makes you warm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time was already 3.45am, no idea why time passed so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as I sat on my bed flipping thru the latest Cleo, latest 8days, latest FashionMag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the more energetic I became. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just when I wanted to switch on the laptop &amp; play SIMS again, my yawn came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OKGD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lay quietly in bed, refraining from picking up the mp3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I thought happy thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I found myself in Club Med Bintan, which shall be my October getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I found the drowsiness overpowering, the next thing I kno I've spent the entire sleeping time dreaming about Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I never stop thinking about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means I didn't sleep at all because I was bloody tired when I woke up at 1050.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means it's been 12hours since I last closed my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means my hunger pangs have hit me 11 times more than the norm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means my energy bar is a blinking-red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which means Mr Migraine wants to say HI! to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nutella icecream in Rootbeer sobered me up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to my great fren and her Teh-tarik ice-cream. Heeheehee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awwww.. my Island Cremeryyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;amp;O okay?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4098396362959654925?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4098396362959654925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4098396362959654925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4098396362959654925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4098396362959654925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/gym-class-heroes-6th-period-viva-la.html' title='Gym Class Heroes - 6th Period: Viva La White Girl'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RnKd1HJVpKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GSmxpEpBijw/s72-c/DSCN3860-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6343712290477259175</id><published>2007-06-10T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:28:00.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika - Love Today</title><content type='html'>You kno, holidays are finally, finally, finally finally here. You sigh relief? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more tests = no more mindcramps = no more inadequate rest.&lt;br /&gt;Stress was definitely piling up the previous week but what kept me going was Mika, and Bika &amp; Nika. Heh one thing I realised much to my dismay was the old songs in "New Releases" segment on 987fm. Say "Hey There Delilah" is so eons ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw3AXJVpDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H6hjiWsR3U0/s1600-h/hilmi%26aidah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074491359492416562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw3AXJVpDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H6hjiWsR3U0/s320/hilmi%26aidah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do some Feature Blog for a while. Apparently the longtime crave for Popeye's was satisfied, together with the Aidoink and Wasabi Dude, and of course, the yellow slippers fellow. Thank you thank you. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nippley man i met, he ate my motorboat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw4y3JVpEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3E2s9iSshoA/s1600-h/you3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074493326587438146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw4y3JVpEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3E2s9iSshoA/s320/you3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up was Chelsi's 11th celebration, more laughs during Shrek 3 followed by Dempsey's Hut for some $1 per stick satay and hulahoop-sized calamari rings. Luckily the food was delicious, thanks to the beloved sister &amp;amp; uncle marc. Great 9th, what say youuuu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RmukVnJVpAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AodZhBGBwJo/s1600-h/singforkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw5ZHJVpFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8BFzDUtxMS8/s1600-h/singforkids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074493983717434450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw5ZHJVpFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8BFzDUtxMS8/s320/singforkids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some maths and planned out my days ahead, this is the most important project I gotta keep track of. Yes, Sing For Kids with various artistes like some Singapore Idols. For more information, do check out the &lt;a href="http://www.singforkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;. Tickets are on sale now, and do spread the word around like how you would spread butter! Haha much thanks, keeping all fingers crossed for the success. By the way Im having plans up till Sept already. Come Shape, come to momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw6zHJVpII/AAAAAAAAAKo/QHuWiQTNdNE/s1600-h/sims2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074495529905661058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw6zHJVpII/AAAAAAAAAKo/QHuWiQTNdNE/s320/sims2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally my SIMS are back in my hands, keeping me company on this supa boring Sunday. Methinks it's a cool game. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw65XJVpJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vRgGktfc0iQ/s1600-h/team2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074495637279843474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw65XJVpJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vRgGktfc0iQ/s320/team2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the good ol' times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's been missing training nowadays, the sticks have been in neglect for too long a period. And there are too many things I need now, those things really need to fill up the voids e.g my Nutella, my awaited Retail Therapy and quality times that are longgone, long-missed. Foo YS be back soon :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said, I'll wait for my 0' 13 within these dew days plus some quality time please. Obvious was pretty that I was molten for awhile. Say hi to Nachos my &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone serenading through the phone. Hehe&lt;/span&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/19089640-6343712290477259175?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6343712290477259175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6343712290477259175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6343712290477259175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6343712290477259175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/mika-love-today.html' title='Mika - Love Today'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rmw3AXJVpDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/H6hjiWsR3U0/s72-c/hilmi%26aidah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1068696655881644986</id><published>2007-06-02T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:59:32.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Mannequin - I'm Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RmExS2ytphI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4HzxZAuR7Eo/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071388855411516946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RmExS2ytphI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4HzxZAuR7Eo/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RmEqc2ytpgI/AAAAAAAAAII/ozIk_07cNxE/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like super funny can, im beating up all my modules while craving for Popeye's. swear im gonna rush down to the airport next fri for some good ol' foodlurrrrving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i saw a watery sun this morning. it doesn't feel good and I dorno what's the reason behind it either. it might be due to last night, something which bothered me bigtime just in that speck of a moment.. if you realised that your point never gets across to anyone, or things are not going to turn out as you thought they would, then it's time to take a break &amp;amp; speak to yourself before deciding on anything again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much better. heh. okay see you one week later! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1068696655881644986?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1068696655881644986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1068696655881644986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1068696655881644986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1068696655881644986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/jacks-mannequin-im-ready.html' title='Jack&apos;s Mannequin - I&apos;m Ready'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RmExS2ytphI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4HzxZAuR7Eo/s72-c/IMG_0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4417016325262658818</id><published>2007-06-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:46:27.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Under Radio - Portrait of a Summer Thief</title><content type='html'>Okay just a short update on me life. Im not going to let the Common Tests get the best of me, not even the better. But wait, if i don let them get the best of me, how will I do well? K CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden rush of anxiety comes over me with just 4 bloody papers to go. Stupid way to spend my day shuffling my brain around Anchem papers and the tv, then the mp3, then the laptop. I cant wait to get my maph &amp; ledea back, cant wait for BK tmr, cant wait for everything &amp; anything. Not forgetting the overworking brain juices in every aspect. UKNOWHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting those frens im missing so much. Lemme have a good day tomorrow and I'll &lt;3 you, Lord :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4417016325262658818?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4417016325262658818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4417016325262658818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4417016325262658818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4417016325262658818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/sounds-under-radio-portrait-of-summer.html' title='Sounds Under Radio - Portrait of a Summer Thief'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1117286394365541176</id><published>2007-05-27T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:00:33.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bone Thugz &amp; Harmony - Take The Lead [Wanna Ride]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RlmcM2ytpeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C4xkIyEMRZ8/s1600-h/zoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069254600262788578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RlmcM2ytpeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C4xkIyEMRZ8/s320/zoom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, im thinking of alot of things while trying to catch a gist of the lecture notes that are on the bed now. So, whatever Im thinking of, shall be the motivation for me to mug mug mug, which i would never do. So much to be done, and I do miss everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's GO!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;3 you, Nigga yoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1117286394365541176?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1117286394365541176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1117286394365541176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1117286394365541176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1117286394365541176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/bone-thugz-harmony-take-lead-wanna-ride_27.html' title='Bone Thugz &amp; Harmony - Take The Lead [Wanna Ride]'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RlmcM2ytpeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C4xkIyEMRZ8/s72-c/zoom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2198878321583231955</id><published>2007-05-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:19:36.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachael Yamagata - Be Be Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rk8LdmytpZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3M_RPKmUv8s/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066280709072463250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rk8LdmytpZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3M_RPKmUv8s/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/7 of the past week, the jacket is like my 2nd skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep me warm in lectures, to fight the chill when I had a slight fever, or to counterattack the blasting aircon in Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught in the rain? No worries, jacket to the rescue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught in the tsunami/snow/hurricane, the jacket will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, this makes is a windbreaker instead, ain't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Came a rather exciting news that the Cable is gonna be in my hands soon. Told sis, she looked at me doubtedly and ask : "you &lt;strong&gt;SURE&lt;/strong&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, &lt;em&gt;there goes 1/8 of my allowance per month :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even without extra expenses, all my $$$ MIA-ed altogether. Now this is rather weird, just like how i lost my fave ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that irked me every other day is the &lt;strong&gt;morning breath&lt;/strong&gt;, im super peeved whenever i board that bus, any bus, with that sickening smell. Please people, buy a higher menthol-content toothpaste luh okay, I swear I could've fainted. This is a huge WHY, I would lurrrrrrrve to drive my own car, or be a gleeful joyrider. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maroon 5 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timbaland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip to the vert again while singing our lungs out to that &lt;strong&gt;One &amp;amp; Only&lt;/strong&gt; song, it's a great way to unwind the stress while moon-tanning. Now, get Smith back onto the field. With the lacklustre performance of ManU, I'll predict a draw. Good saturday to you, and let this be a weekly affair :) with sunday comes training and touchy touch, &lt;em&gt;ruggy rug&lt;/em&gt;. Okay thanks bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved, to be dreamt of, to be sought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2198878321583231955?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2198878321583231955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2198878321583231955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2198878321583231955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2198878321583231955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/rachael-yamagata-be-be-your-love.html' title='Rachael Yamagata - Be Be Your Love'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rk8LdmytpZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3M_RPKmUv8s/s72-c/IMG_1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2405753851803003154</id><published>2007-05-14T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:37:08.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbaland ft. Fall Out Boy - One &amp; Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rkc3yzOb36I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u_-5oSTcjMw/s1600-h/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064077651885154210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rkc3yzOb36I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u_-5oSTcjMw/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to believe it, today is a nice sunday. No fancy dinners yet cus plans are reserved for tomorrow as the mom commands so. Heh! speaking of mum, I find her a fairly interesting person. Okay you need no elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! As recently commented &amp; labelled, im a hyper kid. No no no, not hyper&lt;em&gt;active&lt;/em&gt;, but hyper&lt;em&gt;sensitive&lt;/em&gt;. Then I guess people around me will be affected adversely whenever the hyper&lt;em&gt;sensitivity&lt;/em&gt; strikes. Omg, it sounds so wrong cus I think im fairly sensitive only. Fairly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on me is &lt;strong&gt;Sing For Kids!!&lt;/strong&gt; Let's hope that it'll be a &lt;em&gt;flash &amp; splash&lt;/em&gt;. What's getting on my nerves is the shitpile of work that's forever cumulative. Let's hope that i'll not &lt;em&gt;slack &amp;amp; crack&lt;/em&gt;. Who's to blame? That's the nature of my course, we're all to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But brightest note, every good comes after a bad. We roughed those patches and sang our way through, what's better than these? Heh heh. I want CP on the Vert. I ____ you. Youknoiknoweknotheykno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay thanks bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I wanna save your life, but I'm cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2405753851803003154?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2405753851803003154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2405753851803003154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2405753851803003154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2405753851803003154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/timbaland-ft-fall-out-boy-one-only.html' title='Timbaland ft. Fall Out Boy - One &amp; Only'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rkc3yzOb36I/AAAAAAAAAG4/u_-5oSTcjMw/s72-c/IMG_0709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8561170497051321622</id><published>2007-05-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:14:38.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suede - Beautiful Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjyjBTOb35I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_FXKfxGHCHc/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061099323993612178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjyjBTOb35I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_FXKfxGHCHc/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suede has been serenading me almost everyday as I plug into my beloved mp3 while heading for school. Okay not your stereotype kinda serenading whereby the song is slow &amp; nice. This is different, it's kinda fast, it's super nice, it's classic. I still remember some 4 yrs back the song was on repeat mode on my sis's discman. Now, 67 is no longer a boring chore haha but imagine my direness, when i realised that my mp3 was gone! alright almost, the boyfren jus had to hide it. nevertheless falloutboy is still the hottest, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being drained of energy week after week, the weekends definitely serve as a valid excuse when it comes to whole-day sleep-in, but I had none. Instead the day was spent at Starbucks for some muffin-loving &amp; enjoying free smells whilst burying my head into the pile of work for... 5 minutes. Look what you've done, my concentration span has shortened by a hell lot :D but it sorta lengthened after my evening jog, thanks to suede once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically saturday is like longgone since 160407, not that im complaining la :) my everyday has been sardine-packed with either food adventures, projects or trainings. I like it this way -rather a jostle-hustle than a free-willywonkie. Tiring I must say, no choice lor, extra energy wasted by being a care-giver. Sing to perk me up, thanks Suede twice over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapa-lapa man on monday with my beloved jacket - embroidered. It's a sight, it's pretty, it's nice, it's make you smile. Just like Suede, thanks 3times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beautiful ones, lalalalalaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8561170497051321622?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8561170497051321622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8561170497051321622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8561170497051321622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8561170497051321622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/suede-beautiful-ones.html' title='Suede - Beautiful Ones'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjyjBTOb35I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_FXKfxGHCHc/s72-c/IMG_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3523753402589846798</id><published>2007-05-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:54:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Allen - LDN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjdimDOb34I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FUCMp6XpzNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059621112214445954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjdimDOb34I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FUCMp6XpzNQ/s320/IMG_0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is definitely suicide, this entry is done in the midst of report due TMR, shitpiles of tutorials and and and... the usual domestic cleanups :( In case you don't know, I've been staring at Excel &amp; Word both at the same time, alt + tab a hundred times before i decided to come blog. It's a pretty good outlet, something you might wana do whenever you're having a breakaway. And of course, the distraction is not only herein but also, the nice person whom I spent my day with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles in msn now with those who wana catch S3. yes, it's gonna be one big massive movie outing yet again, something i very much like &amp;amp; love. This time round with something much, much, much nicer on those jackets, the words shall be for goodwill, HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought that flashed itself through my mind this morning was, it felt like a damned sunday. Ooh it's alright, had some retail and a messy day in the kitchen tryin hard to whip up so dishes. Had some crabsticks, CP chickies and a potluck of rice+egg+chilli. what's that? figure now. ha i swear i could die with all those kanjong-ness. &lt;em&gt;CP chicken wing CP chicken wing CPCPCP&lt;/em&gt; ~~ crude-sounding yoh. Love cooking, not cleaning up the aftermath which is a resemblance to a warfield : haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nothing else I think, rather random rather weird rather stupid. It's time to hit the sacks, yaw. and i think i sorta like my mushroom head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Brody, hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3523753402589846798?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3523753402589846798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3523753402589846798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3523753402589846798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3523753402589846798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/lily-allen-ldn.html' title='Lily Allen - LDN'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjdimDOb34I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FUCMp6XpzNQ/s72-c/IMG_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1944242214717556227</id><published>2007-04-29T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:27:37.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika - Grace Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjQ9ojOb33I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mCgJID0u_og/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058736048303759218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjQ9ojOb33I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mCgJID0u_og/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what Toxicology did to me on a nice thursay. It sorta bored you, but it made me highhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April has been very.. uh, april-ly? Right! cut that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every month has its own bad, nod your heads ladies! because here's the thing, our mood's unpredictable. Take me as a notsogood example, for two days straight I woke up &amp; danced away to Ciara, the 3rd day that thing hit me &amp;amp; you see me quieten down. Not to mention the appetite which ballooned real scary, but seriously it ain't sucha bad thing lo. Hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through those random blues I found out something rather true, that everyone has their own way to make things turn around for the better. Whenever you're down, find something amusing and laugh your heart out, then things might just not be so negative. Yes it might be hard, but you gotta try. If all else fails, just stretch, jump and dance away, like me :) Yours truly, for you. Heh. &lt;em&gt;What's yours?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a few late assignments &amp; sleepy dry lectures, I think im pretty much on the right track for this sem, which is why the sunday is dedicated to work. Not that big a price to pay, I'd rather work hard &amp;amp; savour the fun later. Well, you can never have too much fun but realise the importance of striking a good balance. &lt;em&gt;kao, I cant believe i actually said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; ASDFGHJKL 4586875478536417865&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this entry is very incoherent ; Anyways anyhows, this weekend seems long to me mainly because monday is workless day, tues' gonna be a blast I foresee ( daryll, movie marathon? ). 4day long leh, how shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to feed me nachos every hour to maintain the best of mood. Ciao Bella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1944242214717556227?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1944242214717556227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1944242214717556227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1944242214717556227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1944242214717556227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/mika-grace-kelly.html' title='Mika - Grace Kelly'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RjQ9ojOb33I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mCgJID0u_og/s72-c/IMG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2135663611747089520</id><published>2007-04-22T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:14:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic!At The Disco - Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RitzDsIlYUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LA-rB2f2_Ko/s1600-h/PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056261513877479746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RitzDsIlYUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LA-rB2f2_Ko/s320/PIC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think of it, school wasn't that bad since reopening - not many early classes, my mp3 serve me well every morning, saw more familiar faces in campus, new companion to school &amp; of course, the 18th celebration on the 19th. 3 surprises from all of you was super shiok i tell you, and the &lt;strong&gt;master of masterminds&lt;/strong&gt;. heh ♥ happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alot of ups&amp;downs, frontsides &amp;amp; backsides lo. Heng uh, class isn't sure a stupid bore anymore. Okay maybe the modules are somewhat dry, but at least classmates are getting along pretty fine &amp; &lt;span&gt;alright which is goody good. Downside? Lesser 1on1 communications I think, maybe it's just the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;thinktoomuch&lt;/em&gt; thing again. Quite noticeable what, that's why the glasses come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I still do is to eat the hotdog bun, now lagi best because boardgames corner is open! Nachos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we await the upcoming busy week, freshies kicking in floorball already is this exciting or what, idk? I think im looking forward to the next weekend, mind's switching off pretty fast these days, seriously need one long big rejuvenating recharging refreshing fulfilling sleep someday, which I foresee will never come. No way out, I might as well just depend on all things good to perk me up continuously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midmonth, time for Le Retaile. last things last, thanks for everyone who texted me &amp;amp; all, lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different meanings of this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2135663611747089520?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2135663611747089520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2135663611747089520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2135663611747089520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2135663611747089520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/panicat-disco-lying-is-most-fun-girl.html' title='Panic!At The Disco - Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RitzDsIlYUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LA-rB2f2_Ko/s72-c/PIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2981622996111708246</id><published>2007-04-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:24:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankie J - More Than Words</title><content type='html'>So let's get straight to the point. The thing is, I've lost track of which day of the week is it already! Alright, my sense of time shall be justified come monday, and then tuesday, wednesday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Heheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trackback, The past week has been fun with the usual suspects :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 12&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had super-addictive sentosa once again. The day started mighty fine &amp; ended vivo-pretty with the sunset ; beach vball + soccer + captain's ball + touchrug, floating aimlessly in the ocean, playing with seaweed, soaking in the sun(minimal hahaha), piggybacks &amp; never-stopping streams of laughter, shrieks &amp;amp; squeals, squrims &amp; giggles. Nevermind the absence of Luge, the fun was still tremendous HEH. Not forgetting the conspiracy @ Vivocity which involved everyone except me, but &lt;em&gt;sibeh suka the bag laaaaa&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks boyfren :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the campus for FUN2007, but the wet weather halted all outdoor activities. Instead the day was spent watching Magnum flying &amp; flipping, walking to the library for my beloved hotdog bun :) playing in the rain with gtpy was shiok luh tell you. Highlight of the day was the conspired free dinner to ThaiExpress @ HollandV, cunning peopleeeeeeee. Haha rushed home and rushed out to meet the rest for night cycling, a clocked 12-hour journey round S'pore central, breaking personal record of 29 nosleep-hours; Stadium Waterfront, Upper Boonkeng, Esplanade, Vivocity, Labrador Park, Orchard, Geylang. Strange but true, it was hell rejuvenating &amp; time was swift, hawhaw. A few abrasions, Caught a few glimpse of the sunrise and had hotcakes again!! it's my aphrodisiac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 14&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep. Felt like jet-lag. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the first time im blogging so intricately, haha But of course, the two-month long holidays are gonna be over in 2more days or so. Instead of brooding over what's gonna kill my mood, I'd rather rejoice and enjoy what's right here, right now. So what's left to do now is to set the mood right, cross fingers for mum, tidy up the remaining heaps of mess and attend to the whatsoevers. Mood's good, Meanwhile let me indulge in Cleo, aguilera looks superb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD4n8pIg4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/04JdAlmuFY0/s1600-h/DSCN3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053312147086934914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD4n8pIg4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/04JdAlmuFY0/s320/DSCN3711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD5FMpIg5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QjX5iBGbi6g/s1600-h/DSCN3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053312649598108562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD5FMpIg5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QjX5iBGbi6g/s320/DSCN3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313186469020578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD5kcpIg6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-ACAZGrrYvQ/s320/DSCN3718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD6f8pIg7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/EH7SRd6i6s8/s1600-h/DSCN3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053314208671237042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD6f8pIg7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/EH7SRd6i6s8/s320/DSCN3726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD648pIg8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8gicgvAn9IM/s1600-h/DSCN3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053314638167966658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD648pIg8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8gicgvAn9IM/s320/DSCN3727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD8EspIg9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mfrUtKmaXG8/s1600-h/DSCN3753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053315939543057362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD8EspIg9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mfrUtKmaXG8/s320/DSCN3753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD8e8pIg-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dMXbya9hwgg/s1600-h/DSCN3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316390514623458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD8e8pIg-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dMXbya9hwgg/s320/DSCN3762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD9B8pIg_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ROFF5ViOPmg/s1600-h/DSCN3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053316991810044914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD9B8pIg_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ROFF5ViOPmg/s320/DSCN3791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD9T8pIhAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eY-BoOr-05c/s1600-h/DSCN3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053317301047690242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD9T8pIhAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eY-BoOr-05c/s320/DSCN3792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenage vowed in the parking lot : "Till tonight do us part."&lt;/span&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/19089640-2981622996111708246?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2981622996111708246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2981622996111708246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2981622996111708246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2981622996111708246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/frankie-j-more-than-words.html' title='Frankie J - More Than Words'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RiD4n8pIg4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/04JdAlmuFY0/s72-c/DSCN3711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4424263767602221428</id><published>2007-04-12T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:07:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay-Z &amp; Linkin Park - Big Pimpin' (Papercut)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;LOVELY NIGHTGEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rh0VUcpIg2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FffsBmo0rac/s1600-h/fizo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052217798009848674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rh0VUcpIg2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/FffsBmo0rac/s320/fizo.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://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rh0VDMpIg1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/x2VW_R_leUg/s1600-h/mac+madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052217501657105234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rh0VDMpIg1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/x2VW_R_leUg/s320/mac+madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rh0VYcpIg3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/VXjnebvpT0Q/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052217866729325426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rh0VYcpIg3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/VXjnebvpT0Q/s320/madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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I Both</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rhp3Rlc_6yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hyGM4-bJPnc/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051481076044655394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rhp3Rlc_6yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hyGM4-bJPnc/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the ridiculous zit. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6th that was, spent at Zam's savouring mutton briyani &amp; murtabak. can you believe that till now I still think that there's cheese in it? HAHA okay nvm. the night was simply spent by the bay where IT happened half a year back. &lt;em&gt;embrace the dark side&lt;/em&gt;, m&amp;amp;m's new dark choc tablets made the convos interesting, completed with big gulp for two yoh :D the journey home was pop-ing &lt;em&gt;pop! goes my hearrttttttttt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently im blogging on a very &lt;em&gt;frequent &lt;/em&gt;frequency, I dorno why but i guess it beats stoning around gagaga so the dad rested the drumsticks and picked up the fishing rod instead, kelong-ing away at indon. cool uh, he used to bring me there when i was a kid. wait, maybe i still am. maybe, not. heh and mdm tan's been struck by the sick bug many times over, polyclinic people can recognise us by now la, i think. but nvm, i hope seeing &lt;em&gt;muffin&lt;/em&gt; will make her feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the 1a05 gathering over at changi last sat, might not wana miss the potluck coming friday. sounds interesting definitely, or maybe i can contribute my almost-famous nutella sandwiches. ooh can live with it, cant live without it :) time to dip those fingers into it. WHOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wyldkatz &amp; squirrettes sure miss floorball man, have heard much groans pertaining to it. heh nvm, sch's starting soon, very soon. hang on people, heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alerrr though i intended a proper entry, i guess the outcome is kinda farfetched cus this ain't proper at all &amp;amp; my mind's all over many things, too highhhhhhhh luh. let me remedy that, time to hit the pillows &amp; bolsters &amp;amp; look forward to hotcakes first thing tomorrow with the botak.&lt;br /&gt;gdnite, gdmorn, gdhotcakes, gdsyrup, gdmargarine, gdmilo, gdhashbrowns, gdness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Throats hoarse, but we kept on singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5567776273420972353?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5567776273420972353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5567776273420972353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5567776273420972353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5567776273420972353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/aqualung-tongue-tied.html' title='Jason Mraz - You &amp; I Both'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/Rhp3Rlc_6yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hyGM4-bJPnc/s72-c/IMG_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4769583071563898792</id><published>2007-04-08T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:19:36.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce &amp; Shakira - Beautiful Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhfYl1c_6uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B6pkcIMm1Yw/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050743651634768610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhfYl1c_6uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B6pkcIMm1Yw/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Windows Vista is getting on my nerves, really. Imagine the agony to use a patch before you sign in to MSN simply because it's not supported for naughts, albeit the hassle-free windows usage. Bet on a million cookies I only love the newly upped RAM and nothing else. Oh maybe the picture viewer too &lt;strong&gt;:D:):l:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is a real teaser seriously, Cuz by far, I have with me one potluck of jumbledUp emotions. Admittedly it must be the lowest point of all expectations expected. No words left, no way to say.. guess the only thing I can do is to compose back the composure &amp; all things shall be gone in one big stride.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another moodKiller would be the starting of a new sch year, hiatus hiatus hiatus right from the 1st day reopening. Waking up early for bitchy 8am classes is gonna be a tough task once again, not forgetting sandwich indulgences, trainings, sumptuous lunches, TGIF perki-ness... hey!! maybe going back ain't so sucky anyways, heh. Let's jus utilise what's left of the hols right from this very moment.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time though, there's something to look forward to this month :D:D:D:D:D 2 days, to be precise.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million things to be completed : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trip to tailor's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therapeutic &amp; impulsive shoppings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corporate canoeings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quality &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating takes up a whole lot of time, mannnnnnn. Heheeeee&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can't we seem to keep it together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19089640-4769583071563898792?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4769583071563898792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4769583071563898792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4769583071563898792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4769583071563898792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/beyonce-shakira-beautiful-liar.html' title='Beyonce &amp; Shakira - Beautiful Liar'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhfYl1c_6uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B6pkcIMm1Yw/s72-c/IMG_0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4110704561395324892</id><published>2007-04-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:50:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Bridge - Broken Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhUMglc_6tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FiOu5swuIT8/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049956311114967762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhUMglc_6tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FiOu5swuIT8/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Fujitsu, hello Acer. If you havent heard seen or known, I love my days jampacked with much fun &amp; excitement. Yup that's right, more often than not I find the inner me creeping up as every little thing passes by.. something like rediscovery, the indepth &lt;em&gt;monster&lt;/em&gt;. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhUMRVc_6sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PXWCokw6HLs/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049956049121962690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhUMRVc_6sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/PXWCokw6HLs/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! So you date back to the end of March, we floorball people had lotsa fun at Aloha Loyang when lotsa memorable events took place. See, from the night cycling(&lt;em&gt;heheeee&lt;/em&gt;) to the good food(&lt;em&gt;makanMania&lt;/em&gt;) and hail the runway, thankGod it was a success. Heh one thing that still lingers in my mind though, the night scene of Loyang Seaport reminded me of the canoe expedition 2yrs ago.. all fun all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s &lt;em&gt;ys you've got a good catch haha. sidetracked a lil sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Titans, last saturday marked the end of the season - no more weekend games, no more travelling trips to the east. But I guess the fun and perspirations do not stop here, we've got trainings to look forward to. Not forgetting the pact I had with myself, it's time to take a long break &amp;amp; tidy up all faults and weaknesses, work on that fitness. &lt;strong&gt;ROAR&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa 2days back, LUGE WAS SUPER FUN I TELL YOU i swear i can go on a million times in €. But one thing i dislike is the new and improved monorail, taste of the oldies totally gone. Fun's always accompanied by the aftermath burnt burnt burnt. Thanks to bananaBoat the aloeV soothing gel :) big smiles, BIGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers make me numb, so it's been 1119 x 3, 1911 on its own. WHOOOO burpiz!&lt;br /&gt;*burping hafiz = burpiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the mood switch but On a slightly emo note, things around me have not been in the optimum light. Sometimes it just gets on my nerves to realise that people actually overlook the right things you've done, and keep focusing on all the wrongs. Understand that shite happens, but not all the time aye. And I hate it when people get all unappreciative. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hyped cus there's probable canoeing trips YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More time please.&lt;/span&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/19089640-4110704561395324892?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4110704561395324892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4110704561395324892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4110704561395324892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4110704561395324892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/alter-bridge-broken-wings.html' title='Alter Bridge - Broken Wings'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RhUMglc_6tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FiOu5swuIT8/s72-c/IMG_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5561265766983420944</id><published>2007-03-24T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:13:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Out Boy - Bang the Doldrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RgTdjwwEY9I/AAAAAAAAADs/lUlZsYgUP08/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045401089013474258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RgTdjwwEY9I/AAAAAAAAADs/lUlZsYgUP08/s320/DSC03596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Waterfront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was yet another great day, yoh. Murtabak boy band + a cameo embarked on a 4hour cycling trip En route ECP to Waterfront, onto Beach Road then back to the water frontier and finally the Elite East which the night ended with cakelike packed sexy merah NS and KT. Thanks to the weather there wasn't any sweat but BAD BAD, being drenched in the rain last night is giving me uncurable headaches. Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many many days of scooting around with a sick ankle I finally had my ass at home for a whole noon, Mum is so pleased with me that she kept flashing an impish grin and forgot about the fact that I had eaten Nutella using my fingers. Not too bad, at the very least Nutella perks me up despite aggravating the damn ache, now this is defintely not the way to spend a nice saturday away. I was looking forward to tomorrow's game against UWC to ease myself of any ailings but again, I realised that it's a walkover. Jeng Jeng Jeng. Guess a little therapy is needed here, VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owell, maybe a little rest won't harm. You people get high and NOT dry mannnn, we're 3 days away from the chalet! Itinerary has been planned ; probable night cycling, overnight mahjong sessions, many many more? Many many loves. Heh. OOH, monster sis of mine is having a getaway of her own to Genting next friday, which makes the whole house to myself. You might not have my sentiments, but i think it's cool. Gone bugger heheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To launch into denial trance and say that Fall Out Boy is not addictive isn't gonna do justice to the beloved boyband, right on! the vocal range is just am-azink. Check out the statistics of my mediaplayer, mp3 or even my mouth, im pretty much falling out on repeat mode. Heh, spread the loving spirit people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just one last thing worth remarking on, my newfound best friend in hand. The ability to make me hug my tummy &amp; laughed till my tears come out, only you have this superpower aye :) Nope this person ain't no supernova nova, just someone very very very impressive. Right, the style one? Heh. I say nice, you say suck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walk down memory lane alone, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5561265766983420944?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5561265766983420944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5561265766983420944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5561265766983420944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5561265766983420944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/fall-out-boy-bang-doldrums.html' title='Fall Out Boy - Bang the Doldrums'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RgTdjwwEY9I/AAAAAAAAADs/lUlZsYgUP08/s72-c/DSC03596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8491772166570815421</id><published>2007-03-22T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:38:35.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killswitch Engage - End of Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RgF2rgwEY8I/AAAAAAAAADk/rkumbw8PHWQ/s1600-h/P3210118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044443547529667522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RgF2rgwEY8I/AAAAAAAAADk/rkumbw8PHWQ/s320/P3210118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few rounds walking in ArtFriend @ Taka, the handful of us then proceeded for some food lovin' thereafter at Mr Zam's. So I saw the mega big bawangggg today while we whopped up 3 murtabak dagings then madness in Haji Lane. Cam-whoreness overpowering, we thought we're like a boyband with 2 lady vocalists. Heheeee i love nights like this, smackkkk that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you lift your headache head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8491772166570815421?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8491772166570815421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8491772166570815421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8491772166570815421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8491772166570815421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/killswitch-engage-end-of-heartache.html' title='Killswitch Engage - End of Heartache'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RgF2rgwEY8I/AAAAAAAAADk/rkumbw8PHWQ/s72-c/P3210118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3049056270996386189</id><published>2007-03-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:16:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The All American Rejects - Dance Inside</title><content type='html'>Very hilariously at times, I send myself a whole lot of mixed signals, like now. I'm tired because of the ping pong we had today despite a mere few hours of peaceful sleep last night, if I did sleep afterall. On the other hand I feel refreshed and recharged, thanks to the hot shower plus Double the shiok, I quickly let myself in my 21-degree-celsius chilled room. Heh talk about night madness. Tomorrow's gonna be one heck of an affair again, all fingers crossed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happier because my mind's kinda peaced (to my amazement!), the missing parts are starting to fill themselves up. Heh. That's good actually, everyone is being taught to concentrate on those joyous moments than downers. Yessah I definitely know that fundamental changes are inevitable, rather not brood over what's still missing and enjoy every moment of the present right here, right now. But to think that I might be a good armchair therapist by providing a ear that's always listening, where are all those open ears when I need them? And how many open arms can I run into? Now figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never never underestimate the power of huge infrastructures. Ikea the megastore brought us back to basics, those things in there are b-e-a-utiful in a simple kinda way and it unleashes your imaginations too. Heheeee So what did they say about planning ahead? Heh. &lt;em&gt;Someday I'll go back there and grab my thermo flask. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I await the upcoming activites that's coming my way. &lt;strong&gt;Common pleasures, cheap thrills, constant highs &lt;/strong&gt;throw 'em all here! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the league will never end&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the holidays are never gonna end&lt;br /&gt;How I wish all good things will, at the very least, be in good end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut, Kelaper&lt;br /&gt;Tak sunut, tak apa&lt;br /&gt;Te tapi, bedoh se&lt;br /&gt;tak dabat, pa haler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon those errors. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I intended a short entry, gotta turn in early for a row tomorrow! You have a sweet night, and I'll see you when I see you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be fine, you'll be fine. Is this fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3049056270996386189?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3049056270996386189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3049056270996386189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3049056270996386189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3049056270996386189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-american-rejects-dance-inside.html' title='The All American Rejects - Dance Inside'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4407938005185662956</id><published>2007-03-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:30:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake - Love Stoned</title><content type='html'>Strange but true, today fared fairly well as a sunday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's because of the great game the FC Squirrettes had against the LMFC Moosettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe because a nice warm dinner that kept meself warmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be the little change we had in the cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the long talk we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all, certainly feels great to hold the stick in my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little floorball helps in unwinding woundups, through &amp; through. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed alot albeit short breakaway coming up for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, reason being Yours Truly have been consistently inconsistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balls aside, Momo and bonchet embarked on the journey to the east and spent a few hours riding joy in lieu of the 5th. Haha no breathtaking sunset, cus it's impossible to find on this pathetic islandic S'pore.. Instead it came the simplest and purest - sun, wind, sea. Aftermath at Komala's for some foodloving but turns out, it was an okay-okay affair. Heh it's about the quality, not the quantity bloke. One thing's for sure, the addiction to cycling is steadily increasing. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQn0iCeg5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WupZBUAKtGk/s1600-h/DSCN3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040697666378302354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQn0iCeg5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WupZBUAKtGk/s320/DSCN3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQsPyCeg6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_pumfVzNzAQ/s1600-h/DSCN3552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040702532576248738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQsPyCeg6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_pumfVzNzAQ/s320/DSCN3552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQtBSCeg7I/AAAAAAAAADE/-1Leeum4Meo/s1600-h/DSCN3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040703382979773362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQtBSCeg7I/AAAAAAAAADE/-1Leeum4Meo/s320/DSCN3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Channel5 had my eyes adhered to the screen almost every other day -&lt;strong&gt; Desperate Housewives CSI Prison Break Ugly Betty Nip/Tuck Manhunt Survivor American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;. Speaking of which, UB was super bloody funny, then comes Mon tmr, my fave night of allllll. Double Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQ2iSCeg8I/AAAAAAAAADM/V2ZqyQVNNRY/s1600-h/DSCN3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040713845520106434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQ2iSCeg8I/AAAAAAAAADM/V2ZqyQVNNRY/s320/DSCN3478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie &amp;amp; Jana that are, at my cue of posing during CNY. Very talented the both of them - forte being singing &amp; dancing while funnily cutely matured at ages 9&amp;amp;7. I reckoned Uncle Don had done it right, he did pass his musical genes to them. It's time to question my Dad, why havent I gotten any flair for music. Hahaha right on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOOH! and if you have gastritis like me with the gastric pains all attacking, try these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQ4lSCeg9I/AAAAAAAAADU/pdy0Y-NKvrw/s1600-h/DSCN3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040716096082969554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQ4lSCeg9I/AAAAAAAAADU/pdy0Y-NKvrw/s320/DSCN3611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQ5LCCeg-I/AAAAAAAAADc/pRH-WWNkNFc/s1600-h/DSC02883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040716744623031266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQ5LCCeg-I/AAAAAAAAADc/pRH-WWNkNFc/s320/DSC02883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEAVEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your best time buddy that you couldn't wait to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4407938005185662956?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4407938005185662956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4407938005185662956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4407938005185662956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4407938005185662956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/justin-timberlake-love-stoned.html' title='Justin Timberlake - Love Stoned'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RfQn0iCeg5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WupZBUAKtGk/s72-c/DSCN3548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2014770581723102109</id><published>2007-03-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:02:08.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Crashing But You're No Wave</title><content type='html'>It's the little things he does that puts himself under the attention all the time, then she would always stumble behind him for fear that he might seek the nether way out. In one's perspectives, sending him to a place far away is always right as it would ensure that the lifeline is sustained but taking all plus &amp; minuses into consideration, that will paint you a super-minus-small-plus picture, which means the disadvantages overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you get a divorce before marrying? In that case, you would have saved yourself in that stupid extra step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nutella &amp;amp; peanut butter things are just not gonna perk me up anymore. dfgfdgfgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2014770581723102109?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2014770581723102109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2014770581723102109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2014770581723102109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2014770581723102109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-crashing-but-youre-no-wave.html' title='You&apos;re Crashing But You&apos;re No Wave'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8080665282465564489</id><published>2007-03-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:42:51.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt; 4mins ago I whopped up a fabulous dvd while lazing around on my bed, for which Im proud to say has had a fresh change of linen. Counting on the 3rd minute I clipped up the hair and put on the specs and have been typing for an approximate of 60secs herein blogger. If you have a webcam &amp; blogger&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;actually&lt;em&gt; enables&lt;/em&gt; webcam--&lt;strong&gt;God Forbid&lt;/strong&gt;--you would be seeing a rather studious me. Reason why the specs is on might be due to the vague vision I've had since this morning which is rather strangely bizarrely weirdly quizzically RIDICULOUS! &lt;strong&gt;adbsjfbgdjb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so perfect, nutcase&lt;/em&gt;. Well actually it has to be ; to make up for all the hard things it throws your way. FYI, mine's nowhere near perfect because im nowhere near the Max Pavillion at this very instant.. and all I can do is to plug in to the mp3 for some &lt;em&gt;infinity on high&lt;/em&gt;. Okay much shrugs, I shall let it pass. OOH &amp; even though i didnt catch the significant soccer match tonight, I knew manU won. How did I kno? Easy measy, the whole Teck Whye cheered! I bet you a dozen of fifty bucks, botak is cheering harder now. HAHA. that one, &lt;em&gt;action bedek lor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;bookbug bit me, way too deeeeeeep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. im hogging the Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. the stories actually touch the inner me. &lt;em&gt;maggi instant mush man&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. watched How To Deal &amp; found myself &lt;em&gt;ayeeeee&lt;/em&gt;ing and &lt;em&gt;awwww&lt;/em&gt;ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. and told my sis im getting married right there &amp;amp; then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. told fizo im a hopeless romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So is it the book, the dvd, or me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had really looked studious from the moment you finished my first paragraph, I have already transformed into a spastic idiot smiling at myself. Couldn't fathom why I feel strangely satisfied &amp; contented heh &amp;amp; I see momo popping up on my screen already. Heheeee. So in this moment of my self-bliss, I bid you all farewell.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bella, cocoa come to momma now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my endless night.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8080665282465564489?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8080665282465564489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8080665282465564489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8080665282465564489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8080665282465564489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-3050895771225052961</id><published>2007-03-02T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:31:33.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;I need some hot fixations like this, this and that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This high on a thurday night just got the best of me, abnormality is kicking in. Why would someone wana cook at an unearthly hour of 3am? Zomg slap me would you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut plus Cadbury chocolate topped with a couple of marshmallows, the Famousa Amosa the warmed bed the chilling aircon &lt;em&gt;OOH shiok&lt;/em&gt;! Just lacking of this other thing, you &lt;em&gt;ketiak busok&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your shadow around the corner, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-3050895771225052961?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3050895771225052961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=3050895771225052961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3050895771225052961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/3050895771225052961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-need-some-hot-fixations-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-2181414856549914974</id><published>2007-02-28T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:11:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just what day is it, i feel the end of CNY ALREADY! okay, it's barely 10 days into it but the fun I had way exceeded the guesstimated joy. &lt;strong&gt;Good food, great friends, quality time&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing goes wrong without these &amp; for the first in all histories due, I had the happy 12s over at my humble abode on a nice Friday. And you might have very much guessed, Sheng Shiong blessed us with good food like how Mdm Tan blessed Fizo with a new name : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muffin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRjA5zyI6I/AAAAAAAAACM/5vW3zIGOBP0/s1600-h/P2230047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036259150476223394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRjA5zyI6I/AAAAAAAAACM/5vW3zIGOBP0/s320/P2230047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRhaJzyI2I/AAAAAAAAABs/EuWSW89rdNM/s1600-h/P2230023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036257385244664674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRhaJzyI2I/AAAAAAAAABs/EuWSW89rdNM/s320/P2230023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRhuZzyI3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F08jJJZN9WA/s1600-h/P2230030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036257733137015666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRhuZzyI3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F08jJJZN9WA/s320/P2230030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRiLJzyI4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IQtzoSsKti0/s1600-h/P2230034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036258227058254722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRiLJzyI4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IQtzoSsKti0/s320/P2230034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRifpzyI5I/AAAAAAAAACE/--JP5P3Jogo/s1600-h/P2230052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036258579245573010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRifpzyI5I/AAAAAAAAACE/--JP5P3Jogo/s320/P2230052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; what better way to end the night with a nice round of Mahjong -- the taitai wannabes!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was over at Val's for a round of steamboat bingeing again, completed wholly with lotsa catchUps on her ODACers &amp; YM with the shareshare &amp;amp; the scrapped knee &amp; of course, of course the rest of the 4e3 people, SHIRLEY inclusive! Much fun I had though, realising that reminiscing will only bring me this far. Promise more reunions like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it was SHIRLEY again, for Mahjong marathon over at hers &amp;amp; it was a &lt;em&gt;tad&lt;/em&gt; special since Im teaching someone the game as well, &lt;em&gt;the Chinese characters sure had you guys working&lt;/em&gt;. Heh starts the full swing of westernizing ourselves, Canadian Pita followed by the next, Pasta at Gerlin's. What can I say thus far? &lt;strong&gt;mahjong mahjong more mahjong pong pong pong &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And as much as I love hosting, I love the hosts too. Heh brings back &lt;em&gt;the cosy Raya memories&lt;/em&gt;. That's very much my CNY 2007, short &amp; sweet, memorable yet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OOOH! I did say Jack went Mad the other day. Yes he did, &lt;strong&gt;indeed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRnBJzyI7I/AAAAAAAAACU/KIj75Jccm9o/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263552817701810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRnBJzyI7I/AAAAAAAAACU/KIj75Jccm9o/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes yes! Food aside I've found meself with a new hobby, jumping that is! A jump a day keeps worries at bay, fool aside. &lt;em&gt;Heheeeee&lt;/em&gt; so by any chance you bump into me anywhen everywhere, invite me for a small jump which I give my everywords that it will sure, &lt;em&gt;sure sure&lt;/em&gt; lift your spirits 7-up! But Im not saying that it's the only thing that'll work, maybe a special someone will better this job, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how you might ask! This someone will make you feel at the &lt;strong&gt;Top Of The World&lt;/strong&gt; even though you might still be climbing your way up, even though he's no &lt;strong&gt;Superman&lt;/strong&gt;. This will hugely conclude that he knows you &lt;strong&gt;Inside Out&lt;/strong&gt;, so well that he knows it when you &lt;strong&gt;Dance Inside&lt;/strong&gt;. So in time to come you might reckon that he might say&lt;strong&gt; Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;/strong&gt; because he's had a couple of &lt;strong&gt;Mexican Wine&lt;/strong&gt; while you &lt;strong&gt;Put Your Records On&lt;/strong&gt; which sends you, again, to &lt;strong&gt;Dance Dance&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;Time Of Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Love&lt;/strong&gt;, the great things will then come a-flowing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhh those randoms tunes on my playlist la.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just a bit more, number talk. 5 is not a very big number but it's just enough to set you thinking about the 25 &lt;u&gt;&gt;&lt;/u&gt;7 away. 1119 1911, can see? &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end the night here, Sean Paul's yakkings in my ears are starting to irk me and! and and I wish you saw the better me today! happy 12th hour :D :D :D &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz muffiz burpiz muffin fizo mizo momo hohoho!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-2181414856549914974?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2181414856549914974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=2181414856549914974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2181414856549914974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/2181414856549914974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-what-day-is-it-i-feel-end-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/ReRjA5zyI6I/AAAAAAAAACM/5vW3zIGOBP0/s72-c/P2230047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5457273824907368224</id><published>2007-02-20T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:07:45.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAN WANTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RdsU_JzyI1I/AAAAAAAAABg/6gBJXca2zHE/s1600-h/DSCN3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033640083714089810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RdsU_JzyI1I/AAAAAAAAABg/6gBJXca2zHE/s320/DSCN3257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;italise&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; bold&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;underline&lt;/u&gt; that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two 100% &amp;amp; One 50% bonchet stretched and smacked. But someone's pee-am-ass was at the puncak, so John cooked roti for us while Syafiq shot free. Okay not free, but cheap like never before. Haha thanks to Aidah, not forgetting Aidah #2 who treated me to Nasi Lemak. Now that's called Embracing your life. Thanks nic for your lovely house and those tarts, &lt;em&gt;Aspiracion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muphoblog updated!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jack will go Mad tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao bella, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5457273824907368224?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5457273824907368224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5457273824907368224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5457273824907368224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5457273824907368224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-wanted-italise-bold-underline-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RdsU_JzyI1I/AAAAAAAAABg/6gBJXca2zHE/s72-c/DSCN3257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8376441455399498817</id><published>2007-02-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:04:52.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augustana - Mayfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up with a serious sinus, so much so that im sneezing like no one's business. well it's really no one's business anyway hahah!! Aye ya, im totally missing out all the free smells of tarts &amp; all other goodies &amp;amp; I saw eyesore &lt;strong&gt;dfhujfhgghth!&lt;/strong&gt; Sitting alone at home sure wasn't the next-to-funny stunt anyone can pull either, even more &lt;strong&gt;dfihgioghroin!&lt;/strong&gt; but hopelessly the only hopeful option to get yourself back on track is to get ample rest and halt all exercises as far as possible because im steering clear of aggravating the hamstrings. The usuals, someone just keep saying that i'm stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I hope I made you proud&lt;/em&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've realised is that the Marvel people sure are good cartoonistas, the GhostRider was shiok, really bloody shiok ah! Maybe because of sizzles gizzles which had my eyes glued completely to the silverscreen, or simply the whole ambience of the Grand Cathay. Full of regrets though, didnt get my donut stash so now i have to wait till botak's back, downer seh. Heh and it was the 16th yesterday, why do I still see bouquets of roses everywhere in the hands of dolly girls &amp; metro boyfriends? Macham PDA overdose laaaa. Come to think of it, my sunflower still looks vibrant and very much alive. &lt;em&gt;Heheeeee&lt;/em&gt;. Delicious Dinner indeed, the toast the egg &amp; lagi best, the warm tea was just nicely warmed. Quadruple shiokeh hokeh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you, my sis is damn weird lor. She snatched free Maxim from MOS just because she paid the entrance fees &amp; trust me, she's very very elated about this simple fact, hahahaha retort like me &amp; get the finger from her. All in the name of fun, &lt;em&gt;doh&lt;/em&gt;. But luckily she appeased me with apparels &amp; foooooood. Ahhhhh, this one that one I love alot alot alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! botak went to genting to catch clouds and ride wind. or catch wind ride clouds? AYEYER either way, he's up at the highlands already, probably enjoying his cuppa hot coffee completed with nice pastry &amp; high chances are that he's being tickled by cutecute Iman or just plugging into his emOp3. Or maybe he's lounging at the cooling hotel lobby catching some sleep maybe just maybe he's doing some shopping for the good frens of his while thinking about what he's gonna do when he's back hahaha well i seriously wouldn't know!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Time to clean the slate already, can someone give me a mask so that im wont sneeze myself away? HEH. Merry babi year!! :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8376441455399498817?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8376441455399498817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8376441455399498817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8376441455399498817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8376441455399498817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/augustana-mayfield.html' title='Augustana - Mayfield'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7584681102013333570</id><published>2007-02-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:02:04.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind was initally set on uploading the pictures meektures but what lazybum I am, the overpowering laziness came with the holidays. Haha yesyes mine has arrived which signifies the need to start organizing my time &amp; get my hands on those what need to be done, not to forget some quality metime. It's the whole 2months we're looking at &amp;amp; the usual/typical me will fully utilise those 8weeks man. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, a little flashback on the previous week when I indulged in a series of some serious foodloving. Experienced the madness of being in the queue for 2.5 hours for mere 12donuts @ DonutFactory, filled the bonchets with B&amp;J Merlionster(thanks to the botaks) &amp;&amp;amp; looked for my beloved nasi ayam penyet&lt;em&gt; everywhere anywhere&lt;/em&gt;. My newfound love is pastry by the way i.e. tarty pineapple tarts! Right on, CNY coming in 5 days time but goodies-makanmania starts anytime before that :D I should rock to the good ol' sister, a new treadmill came in lieu of the probable pigging outs. No worries, no pigs for me. Ahhhh, I mean what I mean&lt;em&gt; if you get what I mean&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Grazie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While nursing this baluku of mine (yes right on FOREHEAD) resulting from the highspeed badminton, im still thinking about the Swensen's I had ytd with the classmates, resulting in an exorbitant bill. So it felt kinda good, bonding while bonching. seems like once in a yellow/blue/green/red moon that we actually lame around. Haha. And I had to miss the 2nd just to nurse the other, because you dont actually wana see someone limping in sentosa. There goes my chance for the huge Luge. Right. Everyone might have fun grabbing sand for me. Heh yes you read right, just for me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's topmost in my todos is to get a job during the holidays, you might very well assume that some funds are needed given my high spending power which has been on hold for quite a while, therapies are needed to pamper my inner scary self. Haha &amp; of course, the dateeeees. But downside, downside - lesser youtime. This one I hateeeeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, what's gonna wake me up everyday shall be PB PB &amp; more PB. Ditto that Scofield's gonna take my mind away from any probable chains of thoughts, happifying myself in any ways possible. HEH! Nothing much is gonna occupy my days from now on apart from the weekend floorball and impromptu sumptuous dinners with the newfound boonkeng people. We could all drop by the bowling centre at times. Speaking of which, im still a gloat over the loss of my spinning power. =/   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipate some bad coming your way, now that I tend to lapse into the grey mood &amp; become all cranky manky, so much so that you'll be pissed off like a piece of apple crumble mumble which will turn you into a manja ninja. Hokeh crap. But they say emo-ing isn't good because as far as Im concerned it, God forbid, makes me roar! Give me some getaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Just a minute tribute to YOU,&lt;br /&gt;much thanks for putting up with those short fuses &amp; mood swings, you kno what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;yes the patience is running low &amp;amp; dry, totally get that. the swing is too high, got that too.&lt;br /&gt;but this is all that I need, all that I seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, second that. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;How do I feel when I see prehoneymoon trips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7584681102013333570?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7584681102013333570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7584681102013333570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7584681102013333570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7584681102013333570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-mind-was-initally-set-on-uploading.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1681392224149576728</id><published>2007-02-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:13:14.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Figured that a lilttle typing would help. Just so you know, this is the worst saturday I've had in donkey years. The ICBE paper today left me so dead like the many brain cells of mine &amp; starting the day wrong didnt help either, what makes everything worse is the demoralising people around me - ahhh the aftermath, many can attest to that. Maybe someone should learn to just shut the mouth whenever appropriate, unless you wana play emo matchmaker. &lt;em&gt;Spas la, spas&lt;/em&gt;. God bless FY for that wake up call, the limo &amp; the cat that slept at my doorstep throughout the night &amp;amp; resulted in a warmed carpet, the morning was brightened up with the snap of the fingers :) two right, one left &amp; we will be swinging all over already. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; They say no matter how bad the saturday is, there's always the sunday. So we shall see how it goes hokeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, MONDAY.  Then I'll be back for a proper entry and eventful updates, plus taggings and all, not forgetting &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boonkeng soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Meanwhile it's back to those papers that's gonna be burnt soon &amp; pastryyyyyyyyyyyy. You know you'll have a nice day ahead! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im highly tempted by the cupcakes..... &amp; donuts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1681392224149576728?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1681392224149576728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1681392224149576728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1681392224149576728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1681392224149576728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/figured-that-lilttle-typing-would-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-591855756079861353</id><published>2007-02-04T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:25:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So!&lt;/strong&gt; Now it comes to the point of time whereby no peanut butter things can cheer me up. All I get is news of death, breakdowns &amp; objections. Doesnt help much either, with friends around me facing problems. Yes I kno we all have screwups &amp;amp; letdowns, this time round it just seems like they have legs or something and they're running my way. whakao, kill them like how they kill my appetite can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangely satisfied, westcoast park with botak was the destressing part, or rather the inner children came out. Maybe because of too much running on the sand when someone stole my slipper and resulted in injured foot. &lt;em&gt;hokeh laaaaa mild injury only&lt;/em&gt;. but please ah, don pick up centi/milipedes and attempt to scare me because I had to run my ass off. But in case you havent noticed, I can climb the pyramid faster. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sleep all the way home like kids overworked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual floorball therapy on sunday against Pink Flamingoes. Quite shiok but I hate it when my name's up for wrong reasons that do not substantiate. ref got bribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I have no words left to say, it's just that the mind's been cramped up with those stuff plus the cheebong exams &amp; it's affecting my ability to express myself, so much so that I've been swearing way too much. I tend to keep quiet about things even when im deep in stupid thoughts.  When all hard things are thrown your way, it's more scary than the sky is falling down. At least it helps when you dont look out the window, but you expect me to dodge? Now you tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon this incoherent entry. Everything just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for being there for me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-591855756079861353?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/591855756079861353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=591855756079861353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/591855756079861353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/591855756079861353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-now-it-comes-to-point-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8602982186851243186</id><published>2007-01-29T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:41:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT! the heck. Poor ol' thumb almost got chipped, the aftermath of 165 pinsdown bowling with the family to destress the academic stress on that nice nice sunday night. Swear I never ever bowled so well before, not even during the 4years as a Dunearn Bowler. Ha, Im sucha a shame lor. But it was nice, something like the igniting the old love again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class-wise on a tuesday, the last biochem practical turned out to be fun with the classmates &amp; believe it or not I might just miss the class when this semester comes to an end weeks later. Just this afternoon I had good laughs over Flubber. Heh. Momentum needs for revision needs to be set pronto! cus by far, Im flunking almost every other quiz. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which marks the nearing of the papers, something that drives me up the walls very often nowadays. So what do you do in such dire situations? You go outta your mind &amp; do crazy things that irritates people, otherwise you stay &amp; let people irritate you. Im more of the former thus Im involved with the Project SPAR lately, credits to Khai &amp; Dennis whereby only 3 knows the secret. &lt;em&gt;Cheap thrills lor fellow founding members&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHAHAH more of those executions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wants me to thank her for 600g of Famous Amos (my fave mix of cus!) &amp; some bribery going on with stashes. She just got high with endorphins and is getting outta this world with her tonedeaf pitching, harmless cussing &amp;amp; shriekings. Yes, my sister gets crazy after a fulfilling run on the treadmill. &lt;em&gt;Hokeh, so thank you lah bitch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He-who-loves-jade-seahhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt; had 15 plates of sushi with &lt;strong&gt;I-love-Lionel-Lewis&lt;/strong&gt; today at Sakae. Think back 29sept you've already proclaim yourself as my makan partner, okay random. Yet again, you promise me nice donuts from the Donut Factory. Come to think of it, it's Singapore against Thailand tomorrow and I cant cheer for Lewis like how I did on saturday. What spoiler. Heh I think hell will break loose soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chill of the gusts is putting me to sleep as the music soothes the mind, so much so I dont quite have a gist on what Im typing anymore. Merry night to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Please explain my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8602982186851243186?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8602982186851243186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8602982186851243186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8602982186851243186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8602982186851243186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6877426348817288483</id><published>2007-01-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:52:41.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Mob &amp; Ciara - So What</title><content type='html'>Just another happy Raining saturday with no more pending lab reports &amp; projects, I have been candying these eyes of mine with &lt;a href="http://lickthefrosting.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I was yakking about since Monday. Still tempted by the way, &lt;em&gt;BOY how hot&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt; and I crave some Thai dessert like that sweet tapioca with coconut milk. Heh yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much warmth is needed now due to the rain, though I had the nicest sleep in &lt;strong&gt;dihfefevgdj&lt;/strong&gt; weeks! Haha now that Floorball IVP's over there'll be no more late nights which means I'll be less likely to hit that snooze button for 2 hours &amp; end up in a cab yet again. Ahhh cabs, we have a lovehate relationship - Love the comfort, as I reluctantly part with those doollahs. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a HUGE BIG INTENSE URGE to cut my hair short. Hate this length now like so hassle cheena minah! Maybe it's because everyone around me has short hair (AIDAH!) &amp; they're lovin' it &amp;amp; the most illogical reason to start your day wrong is to have bad hair. but anyhow I'll still love my natural brown. Hiaks, the bf is wondering whether I'll pull an Aeon Flux stunt on him. Hmm and I want you to go bald :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to study big time already &amp; Smack that procrastination! If not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="410"&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-STELLA-3-3-5.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What" will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Still I'm left with knowing, content and happy, this is all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-6877426348817288483?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6877426348817288483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6877426348817288483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6877426348817288483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6877426348817288483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/field-mob-ciara-so-what.html' title='Field Mob &amp; Ciara - So What'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6935831890866086487</id><published>2007-01-21T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:56:29.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To say the week has been busy is simply an understatement, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eventful, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in whatever contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was quizzical, giving my best efforts to decipher people's expressions / the way they talk / they way the treat the world &amp; it has become pretty taxing on this weak mind of mine. For youS who don't know, much mind training is needed on my part. So you wana show your frustration, do not direct it my way because I..&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for that, I don't quite know how to channel it all out. Should've taken that Dip in Psychology, to curb that convenience of launching the &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;too&lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all due to the lack of the very essential sleep, that resulted in the &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;so&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; moods.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was my wrong, but I don't see how.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the miscommunications, the wrong body languages that are sending all the wrong signals.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just needed some space and I've been inching in too much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just feign ignorance from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I'm wrong when I thought I knew you afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful letdown?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Negativities aside, huge relief. I am finally exposed which means no more discrecy for me &lt;em&gt;&amp; you&lt;/em&gt;. Now it's all about going with the flow while holding on strong, something I have faith in won't fail so easily. No one said it's gonna be easy, but no one said it's gonna be tough either. Besides, I gotta thank you for that pretty newnavy :D &lt;em&gt;I really want this to workkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;, so I hope for no more colours to appear e.g. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say all good things happen at / from Vivo. Say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got my first ever box of Mini Cheezels ( so what? ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;met up with the odac-er VAL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bus trip home was power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these despite missing out on the frozen fixation - b&amp;j. owell, there's always next time. hokeh &lt;em&gt;nospillage&lt;/em&gt; gang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be a very nice night to every you, time to rest my eyes from very much &lt;em&gt;outta sight outta mind&lt;/em&gt; stints. Neurotic, I seeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Even when I get there, I'll still need you everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-6935831890866086487?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6935831890866086487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6935831890866086487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6935831890866086487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6935831890866086487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-say-week-has-been-busy-is-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1598752414834058256</id><published>2007-01-18T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:49:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Does your name begin with S?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you, it is pleasure before business. You can be romantically idealistic to a fault and is capable of much sensuality. But you never lose control of your emotions. Once you make the commitment you stick like glue. You could get jealous and possessive. You tend to be very selfish often regarding yourself as the only human being on the planet.. You like being the centre of attention. You are very caring sensitive, private &amp; sometimes very passive. Turned on by soft lights, romantic thoughts. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role, or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the rightperson to come along. You are very generous &amp;amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind nature &amp; sweet which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But when you assume, you make an ASS outta U &amp;amp; ME&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1598752414834058256?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1598752414834058256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1598752414834058256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1598752414834058256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1598752414834058256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/does-your-name-begin-with-s-for-you-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-6629917515184524050</id><published>2007-01-16T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:04:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm your inspiration. HIAKS&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE, I HAVE HAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; found those finer things in life that really unwinds me during that somewhat precious metime. Something like.. plugging in to the mp3 during long bus rides(YES i love bus rides in the morn with the sun shining through &amp; THAT sweater) &amp;amp; walking around in campus sunsoaking after blasts of aircon (whoa SHIOK!). The Sun is here to stay I noticed, which is something good good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love tuesdays I couldn't fathom why, because so far it has been so good. Another unfathomable thing is that im not too sure why am I updating again. HEH! and and PDA scaling high nowadays. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOOH I SAW THAT ALMOST BOTAK FIZO walking with that quintessential grin TSK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I love the speed of how this week is going past me. YESSSSSAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crediting Fen, im seriously melted by this - Esteras siempre en mi corazon. Tell me am I turning all sappy? I've been humming too much subtle love songs already! heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The fact that I sleep better in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-6629917515184524050?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6629917515184524050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=6629917515184524050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6629917515184524050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/6629917515184524050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-your-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8079447420192547937</id><published>2007-01-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:45:45.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopping hokehpokehboleh? Hehhhhhhh bodoh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tonight my eyes have been feasted by the websites of apparels apparels &amp; more apparels, I guess someone shouldn't have brought me mall-ing today which got me a nicenice pair of flipflops &amp;amp; you activated those therapy-needed cells, thursday shall not be a miss. heh thanks mister! smiles BIGsmiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So typical of a female, once the urge to splurge comes it never goes away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awww very well&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team has put up good fights against the other teams during this IVP season, not forgetting the Squirrettes too. Yes debut today against the NTU Tempest,   I just gotta continue working hard no matter what. You would agree with me that victory is sweet, but fighting alongside everyone would be better. So it's time, TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball aside, what's keeping me awake on this late (sunless!) sunday night are the upcoming probable shopping trips. Thanks be to God, my weekend will start on wed this week. Vivo on Sat with Henry! GAP GAP GAP here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with a Selamat Cinta note, Fizo Muffizo has been of a great help lately. Like when my old slippers came off his hands are always making the sacrifice. Like when I have cravings he's always there to suppress them, and he knows when Im hungry and comes to the rescue. Like when Im frustrated he's always there as the pillar of support. Like a support for the chin when everything fails. Like scooping out coins when my ezlink run outta value. Like advising me when I needed. Like watching PB with me when I feel like watching. Like giving in to me like what he has been doing. Like providing warmth when needed. Like chilling when chilled. Like me like you. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That black skinny jeans OOOOOOOOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll be with you somehowwwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8079447420192547937?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8079447420192547937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8079447420192547937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8079447420192547937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8079447420192547937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/shopping-hokehpokehboleh-hehhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-7543497415457449211</id><published>2007-01-13T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:59:57.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Try setting up a situtation where whatever happens, &lt;strong&gt;you win&lt;/strong&gt;. Lemme deal with a lil bit of analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's one last piece of Peppermint Tart from the Coffee Bean on the plate &amp; to settle whether you or your fren gets it, you decide to flip a coin.&lt;br /&gt;So you flip a coin &amp;amp; you call heads. And it's heads, you get the TART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or alternatively, you flip a coin &amp; it's tails &amp;amp; you say ,"Best of Three!", and it comes up tails again. NOW you look your fren in the eye &amp; said : "Sweetheart, I hate to say this but do you remember when you said I should do whatever it takes to make you stick to you diet? I'm sorry but I'm going to have to show some tough love here, for the sake of&lt;em&gt; your thighs&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you get the tantalising tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better still, you flip the coin (still calling heads), and before you see what's coming up, you look your fren meaningfully in the eye &amp; say, "Do we really want this piece of tart to come between us? Isn't it much better, as frens, if we live together &amp;amp; trust each other? How about you give me &lt;em&gt;half of the tart&lt;/em&gt; &amp; we both feel good together?" End it off with a smirk for best results &amp;amp; you still get the tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is these days there has been alot of ponders &amp; it's all about taking a guess. If you're right, you've won. &amp;amp; If you're wrong, you manipulate the situation so it seems like you've been right all along &amp; on the way, you conveniently hit an emotional jackpot. Therefore, you've won even better than you would've done if you had got it right for the first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work that brain people. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Full wattage of smiles taking over futile efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-7543497415457449211?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7543497415457449211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=7543497415457449211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7543497415457449211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/7543497415457449211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/try-setting-up-situtation-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-5193336102040876738</id><published>2007-01-08T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:46:31.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is of the perfect mood with the match against SMU coming up later at 715pm, having completed that darn calculus at recordBroken time &amp; with this crazy classmate of mine chanting that she's hungry (I did her the honour! FANGYI). AND all I had to tempt her was Chicken Wings Popiah NasiLemak, now silence in return with that pout! hahahaha. but bad bad still, coughing myself away like that of coughing laughing machine. May the good speed be with me later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYEAYE it's lunchtime munchtime! Fill thebonchet up to the max. okGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having windchimes as my earrings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-5193336102040876738?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5193336102040876738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=5193336102040876738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5193336102040876738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/5193336102040876738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-of-perfect-mood-with-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-4008416611139918701</id><published>2006-12-31T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:40:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now you tell me I love my blog.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OKAY SO NO FOOD GAB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the yuletide was the only one in the absence of moodful vibes =/ Didnt expect the SwingIn of '07 to be this mundane. Kickstarted the year with nothing much in view, maybe just few stillPending assignments now&amp;then and few bumps here&amp;amp;there. Or maybe I should just stop coughing the lungs out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owell weird experiences nowadays, why can't I do things right, or at least make a good sight with abit of the good light, but I will put up a good fight. Because throwing up those hands in despair ain't gonna work, nor does sulking at one corner Ahhhh that's when the muchNeeded drives motivations aspirations come in. Heh. Maybe just one book to unwind me or continuous supply of music. Hokeh whatever, notice Im steering clear of the dreaded word : RESOLUTIONS! whoooooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVP up&amp;coming like REAL SOON I guess it will somehow bring back that feeling I felt during the POLite games except for those funfilled coach rides &amp;amp; of course, the benchwarming. No matter what it's just going to be allBests allOuts allEfforts I believe. SHOO those MindGrinds la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, apparently this isn't going to be a long entry So in this clubhouse of the Fball people with mewzikkkkkk notsoblasting, I shall use my notsogay voice to try &amp; sing aloud like always. All Lucks for that match on Monday TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been wondering why it's only me, Have you always been inside waiting to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-4008416611139918701?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4008416611139918701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=4008416611139918701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4008416611139918701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/4008416611139918701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-you-tell-me-i-love-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-617809831612011196</id><published>2006-12-30T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:45:09.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dad says Last Train Home, refuses to play. Mum cant wait to see her daughter in a lizard manifest. Sis gets high after night out at MOS, though no alcoholic reeks in scent. Heh this is real craze baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;firsts &lt;/span&gt;week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First for pulling my thigh muscle &amp; did a 3.2dozen rounds of cardio &amp;amp; tasting that StickyChewyChocolate &amp; sucking on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tulang &amp; hunting down the S'pore ZamZam &amp;amp; ate the best Murtabak ever (why no cheese) &amp; drenched myself in NeroliJasmin &amp;amp; witnessed a fire breakout &amp; zealousy found in my assignments &amp;amp; hate myself for doing a raincheck &amp; challenged my own minute mind &amp;amp; correct spelling for 19 in Bahasa Melayu &amp; irritate the buncha good frens with "what are we talking about?" &amp;amp;  fed pet ZERO with the pouncing &amp; realised that I love the sun &amp;amp; caught the whole of PrisonBreak &amp; whooshed too many times for no spillage &amp;amp; the above all just implied im kinda&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; outta this world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea &amp; no reasons to fathom why why why I've been of much crap lately Or is it an issue of the ongoing consistency, which I wander with wonder. Maybe I should credit to the fact that 2007 is coming (many talks about it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zomg&lt;/span&gt;)    or worst still School's restarting real soon. Aye that spells Nonstop calculus again and atom's asplitting. What boredom What brainwrecker What goner You might very well assume that Im gonna look forward to lunch every tues with fizo, or the TGIFs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmmmm... HEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise it's the Hari Raya Haji weekend with Aidah away to Malacca &amp; Fizo hailing JB So crocodiles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone gone no chomp chomp!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya AidiLadha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gives more reasons to halt all starbucks b&amp;j's bonchets while wishing all bests! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Break me up with a couple of good silverscreens and numbers from bands will ensure that your absence Though making the heart fonder Ain't gonna be too long you goodest greatest tulangest chewiest brawnest craziest guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIAKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, The firstime Im gonna miss Tulang so much Mister you better take that care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pass the day, fades away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19089640-617809831612011196?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/617809831612011196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=617809831612011196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/617809831612011196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/617809831612011196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/dad-says-last-train-home-refuses-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1152003920326635530</id><published>2006-12-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:04:43.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLY WOOD DIED - YELLOWCARD</title><content type='html'>Yet to get myself those stash from the BodyShop but I saw that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; BodyScrub&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;BodyEssence&lt;/strong&gt; in that loo of mine which sent me over the moon instantaneously! Ended up scrubbing myself for guesstimated an hour, which kept the mister waiting. But owell, L'Oreal stash worked for me too :) everyone should jus start dropping by &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watson's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Much needed on this vibe-less christmas are some hot Vanilla or SignatureChoc that can warm me all the way down to ease that cramp I irk. Looks like the regulars of Lipton ain't fluttering its wings of effects anymore, shall remain as the jolt in the unearthly hours of the morning come school reopens. Now I &lt;em&gt;merajuk&lt;/em&gt; &amp; sulk &amp;amp; pout &amp; purse my lips. Realise the huge amount of dislike in me. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incessant attempts to perfect WristShots and Badminton on Sunday(esp against the mister!) proved that my 5yrOld wrist injury isn't making a comeback anymore, a simple facet I like. Second to none is the aftermath, which spells BenJerry's for you. myMy, it was PhishFood and ChocMintChunks for us, a ConeLoad choco for them. POWER LAAAAAAAA FizoMuffizo! Ranking third is the NoSpillage whoosh&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCA on Channel5 this noon left my eyes bloated from the eyefeast. the HotLikes &lt;strong&gt;ChadMicheal Wentworth Johnny Keanu Ludacris BrandonRouth&lt;/strong&gt; made it all worthwhile, reruns MORE reruns inclusive:) &lt;em&gt;Kirovski, would you like to skinnydip in that sexiest podium ever, with those bikiniclad babes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match against team NUS tomorrow. But for now I feel like ScrubbahBooBah again, cant spend another 6omins in there again, can I? Smell good Eat good Feel good Treated good Looking good Being good( Im still working on the last two ). See those goods belonging to the Fairer sex? Bet ain't no Lady would wana be the reverse of the human body stereotype :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With music &amp; cracking butter &amp;amp; the beloved shall while the night with me. &lt;em&gt;Who's in for logcake &amp;amp; CornettoMinis? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It takes no time to fall in love but it takes you years to know what love is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1152003920326635530?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1152003920326635530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1152003920326635530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1152003920326635530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1152003920326635530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/holly-wood-died-yellowcard.html' title='HOLLY WOOD DIED - YELLOWCARD'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-1349053694796264770</id><published>2006-12-23T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:24:36.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINE ME WITHOUT YOU - JACI VELASQUEZ</title><content type='html'>THEN it was boring gym today with that lady &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt; though I would prefer to swim cus who'd resist that morning aftershine, that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;azure blue&lt;/span&gt; pool! But equivalent to that, it was rejuvenating enough despite the coughs cough &amp; more coughs. The efforts for getting that bloodyooze phlegm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN it was pitahut for dinner last night. unlike the norm, 4 of us could only finish half of the splitzza &amp; the whole xmas pita, sudden birdlike appetites TSK! If only they wholesale the toppings minus the pita then it would be shiok, but a whooooopping less25% was on par with the goodest company &lt;strong&gt;heh&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I want me a welcoming stash mash bash from the Body Shop. &lt;em&gt;aidah whitemusk me jasmin oceanus&lt;/em&gt;? zeeeeeeeeheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN 7 days left for unfinished biz - &lt;strong&gt;LUGE!&lt;/strong&gt; beachkissing PrisonBreak saxaphonaaaa assignments project retailtherapies (&lt;strong&gt;VAL! :D&lt;/strong&gt;), 5weeks aftermath would be the IVP Fball tournament &amp; sessional exams, following up 2months of vacation coolahoola. all plans apart, let's deal with that undesired procrastination first. &lt;em&gt;hiakhiak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I've been talking to alot of good people lately, addressing on whatever needs addressing. &lt;em&gt;Spirit willing flesh weak&lt;/em&gt;, good long talks can cure almost anything though. All hopes are that illusions &amp; nemesis can jus fade into oblivion, or sublime nowhere near my proximity. Or maybe I should jus kick this habit of berating,&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; kick it hard&lt;/strong&gt;. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN with no doubts at all and eyes half closed, Im needing a big white cushion to lie on and sleep through this beautiful weather. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-1349053694796264770?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1349053694796264770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=1349053694796264770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1349053694796264770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/1349053694796264770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/imagine-me-without-you-jaci-velasquez.html' title='IMAGINE ME WITHOUT YOU - JACI VELASQUEZ'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19089640.post-8948548579041484120</id><published>2006-12-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:48:27.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RYk8Fj5Eh8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi3FI3rafac/s1600-h/DSC000351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010602126658013122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RYk8Fj5Eh8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi3FI3rafac/s320/DSC000351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that pretty lady, that 4yrold friendship, that merry 17th :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;gtpy&lt;/strong&gt; says I set the trend for saying &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt; on court which was deemed too loud&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; I hate the word &lt;strong&gt;skinny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wana get those &lt;strong&gt;Hush Puppies&lt;/strong&gt;, stripes or not!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; no more rain dance.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; so much cravings, too hot to deal!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; I wana go zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19089640-8948548579041484120?l=incineratemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8948548579041484120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19089640&amp;postID=8948548579041484120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8948548579041484120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19089640/posts/default/8948548579041484120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incineratemylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-pretty-lady-that-4yrold-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/R8E-z9ivYaI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ipQIYMFrFjc/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_smMNnKSN788/RYk8Fj5Eh8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi3FI3rafac/s72-c/DSC000351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
