<?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-8714342</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:50:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARE YOU TO MOVE  -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113687795285957596</id><published>2006-01-10T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:30:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you read this, you'll discover that this is in fact, my very last entry. No more entries about my life which revolves mainly around school, band and tennis. I'm gonna be like Calvin and Hobbes =) -points above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one's gonna miss anything anyway. You just know it's either band, school or tennis. So to everyone and anyone (or maybe no one at all) goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just takes some time, little girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in the middle of the ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything, everything will be all right, all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113687795285957596?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113687795285957596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113687795285957596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113687795285957596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113687795285957596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-by-time-you-read-this-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113671435539831723</id><published>2006-01-08T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:59:15.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played tennis from 3-7.45 yesterday with many pauses in between because of the rain. Haha it was so fun especially attempting to serve towards the end. We kept saying 'one last time', 'one more chance' and' we'll play till we have a really satisfying one' and obviously it took us a pretty long time get ourselves out of that place. Now I feel as though I was beaten up. Haha falling down the slippery stairs didnt help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113671435539831723?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113671435539831723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113671435539831723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113671435539831723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113671435539831723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2006/01/played-tennis-from-3-7.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113612298002927209</id><published>2006-01-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:43:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoy laughing at the dumb and desperate things people do :))&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know that's a very mean thing to say, especially on the first day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright :) I didn't resolve to be a nice girl :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113612298002927209?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113612298002927209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113612298002927209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113612298002927209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113612298002927209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-enjoy-laughing-at-dumb-and-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113604408381068911</id><published>2005-12-31T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:48:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They succeed because they want it more than anybody else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006's coming round in about an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;2005's been pretty eventful. Possibly one of the most eventful years I think. I mean, sec 1 was never very exciting. sec 2 was nice and pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 never got off to a very good start but I got lucky and thank god for that :) i remember flunking Amath and I'm unfortunately, still not very good at it :(&lt;br /&gt;Then there was SYF. The hype about the gold. As much as it was extremely satisfying and I remember how great it felt when they announced the results, actually more than great, you feel as though something exploded, I admit it was more of relief for me than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;After which I tried very hard to get back into school life, after having spent most, practically all, of my time thinking about band, syf, talking about band, syf, doing stuff related to band, syf. It was really difficult okay. All of a sudden you realised how much homework you've got, all the stuff you got to catch up with, all the overdue homework which is well, horribly overdue. Haha. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Also there was the job shadowing which was quite an experience. I got hooked on prince of tennis for quite a while and I still like Fuji okay =) I remember how I watched the first 10 episodes or so at Hui Qing's house and later borrowed it home and finished the 60 episodes within a couple of days. Then I managed to borrow 61-150 from Yeeling. I remember how fun it was to pop disc after disc into the disk drive. There were so many episodes you thought it was never gonna end :D Haha but I finally finished watching the 150 episodes and was left hanging in the midst of the US-Japan competition. Fortunately, the rest of the episodes were available for download right after the Chinese Os. And that was like, the first anime I watched and probably my last. Haha. Okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: Tennis. I believe PoT was what got us to learn tennis. Lol. But uh, how do you put it, they're two different things. hmm, got a tennis racquet too. I didn't really think I'd get one. Like when I watched PoT and found it cool and everything. Which makes me wonder what I might end up doing next year.&lt;br /&gt;That's about everything and I'm too lazy to say what I did for and during the Chinese Os. Besides, it'll probably make me imagine rubbish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wishing anyone who actually read this a happy new year (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113604408381068911?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113604408381068911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113604408381068911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113604408381068911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113604408381068911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-succeed-because-they-want-it-more.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113594130145450414</id><published>2005-12-30T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:15:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Returned to school for spring cleaning today. Many new teachers next year. Haha, no more wang jian for Chinese. Which means no more brand new textbook, eating, sleeping, talking, etc etc. No more free period concept. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to J8 (again) after that for lunch and bought more stuff from Popular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113594130145450414?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113594130145450414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113594130145450414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113594130145450414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113594130145450414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/returned-to-school-for-spring-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113560856682213505</id><published>2005-12-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:49:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp's tomorrow, haven't packed! But nevermind. Packing for band camp's a breeze. This statement comes with experience ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after 5 hours of some pretty tough work, I proudly proclaim my room to be free of dust, weird fungi (I know, very gross &gt;:/), small bits of paper, metal, plastic, big bits of paper, metal, plastic, and most importantly,  &lt;strong&gt;trash&lt;/strong&gt; :) Of course, all these would not have been possible without my maid, who was constantly laughing at all the weird stuff I brought out. I kept looking out for my books and homework. I was afraid I'd stupidly throw away some completed homework happily thinking I'm able to recycle waste paper. I daresay they're currently safe and sound :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNND, I can feel this christmas spirit in the air. Someone's constantly giving! I swear, she's the most unbelievable person ever. It's honestly an honour to be able to know someone like her, to have this sort of an experience. I don't know to laugh or cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113560856682213505?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113560856682213505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113560856682213505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113560856682213505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113560856682213505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/camps-tomorrow-havent-packed-but.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113550638273338713</id><published>2005-12-25T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:26:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played many many games of Uno with my brother and he just doesn't win :/ I don't understand it okay. You don't exactly need a strategy for a game like that right? Still, it's fun to say game then watch him roll his eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in another week or so. I don't dread it, just pretty nervous. It's like getting on this rollercoaster ride that doesn't end till somewhere round November06.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113550638273338713?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113550638273338713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113550638273338713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113550638273338713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113550638273338713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-ive-played-many-many.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113531807442798873</id><published>2005-12-23T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:07:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just completed all 11 levels of pop &amp; drop at yahoo games. Without using any of the grenades!! haha didnt even struggle once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113531807442798873?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113531807442798873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113531807442798873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113531807442798873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113531807442798873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-completed-all-11-levels-of-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113523679964115142</id><published>2005-12-22T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:33:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally completed all my trial exams. So it didn't exactly take me a very long time but still, ... Tried reading Hong Lou Meng but I couldn't really get anything out of it. Out of every 10 characters I'll recognise only one miserable one and when you string the words that you know together, you don't exactly figure anything out. I can so tell how I'm gonna churn out a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout yesterday was a concert of funeral songs. It gives you a really horrible feeling about everything. When you try to think positively you'll just hear the funeral sadness and scrunch up your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's band prac was okay I guess. I was so relieved when I realised she's not gonna play merry widow. Because I can imagine myself attempting the marimba solo (which I practised okay!) and then screwing up, and pamela wld get lost at one point, and marilyn would not even know where we're at. And then she'll just stop everything and scold us for not practising. Phew. She said we looked stressed while playing the christmas songs and not like we wanna wish the parents a merry christmas at all. Well I don't really wanna wish them a merry christmas. I fail to comprehend why would any parent want to turn up at some lame concert (that's not even a real concert) after a long, tough day at work to listen to three songs and pin a lousy badge onto someone's collar. Don't they want to watch teeveeeeeeeE? sleep? GO FOR A WALK IN THE PARK?but fine okay, merry christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113523679964115142?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113523679964115142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113523679964115142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113523679964115142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113523679964115142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-completed-all-my-trial-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113507782162765523</id><published>2005-12-20T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:23:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a funeral going on next doors. Well, not really next doors but it's difficult to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there were people doing drills right outside my house. I was so shocked and started spying on them. They were pretty serious about it. No laughs nothing. Lol. It's creepy to hear 'LEft LEft, LEft Right LEft' when you're just trying to read the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Today's just another band day. Seriously, I don't remember Mondays and Tuesdays. I remember 27 Dec as band camp and 26 Dec as the day before band camp. Sad ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the feeling wears off. thank god. maybe I won't think about it anymore until thursday comes (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall watch the 8.20 show on ch55 later. It's another nice show :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113507782162765523?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113507782162765523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113507782162765523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113507782162765523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113507782162765523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-funeral-going-on-next-doors.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113491543317941748</id><published>2005-12-18T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:17:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, I can barely move my fingers. Walked non-stop for about 4 hrs today. Up and down Up and down. Fortunately, we managed to get our tennis racquets. Finally! Well, we got pretty similar ones, both Head, just that Tracey's is blue and mine's red. Honestly, it wasn't my first choice. There weren't many to choose from for people like us yknw, haha. But the more I look at it the more I like it so haha, all's well! We felt so out of place in Queensway Shopping Centre. Apparently, it wasn't as ulu as I thought it was because there were a lot of people there. The entire place was like this maze where you needed to spend quite some time searching for a single store even though you've been there before. While Tracey was on the phone, I was observing this person who was making the ramly burger. Looked gross :p but I believe it's kinda popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to reorganize my room. I'm looking forward to just wiping my desk yknw. It's so horribly messy. Books and sheets of paper everywhere, and I don't want to clear it now because I haven't completed most of my holiday homework (okay I knw it doesn't make sense). Whatever happens, I swear I'll clean it up before camp!! I hope the camp's fun, our batch this yr leh, must support right? (okay so that's not the real reason as well. teehee.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm watching a magic show on the 24th by a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;crystal: is it some kind of christian influential show?&lt;br /&gt;me: yea. i think so. otherwise why would my aunts ask me to watch a magic show&lt;br /&gt;crystal: think i watch it before... it's like this father daughter and the head chopping thing&lt;br /&gt;me: i think the magic show is called magic something love&lt;br /&gt;crystal: yea i think it's the same show. magic of love&lt;br /&gt;crystal: if it's the same show, she'll 100% leave&lt;br /&gt;me: yup. so will she leave?&lt;br /&gt;crystal: thereotically, yes.&lt;br /&gt;(Tracey's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113491543317941748?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113491543317941748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113491543317941748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113491543317941748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113491543317941748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-tired-i-can-barely-move-my.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113466243526242246</id><published>2005-12-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:00:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful band practice today. Just guess who was hereeeee :))&lt;br /&gt;Felt like complete shit after tennis all because of the weird-tasting water from the water cooler at the tennis courts and probably those hard yet soggy yet quite dry fries from macdonalds. It felt horrible walking aroung in the food court trying to look for a seat because all you felt like doing was throwing up. And then you see food EVERYWHERE and all you can think of at that moment is how much oil there is in it and how it'll form this big bolus of food that you'll have to force down your throat when it feels as though there's another huge bolus coming right up. Really, I like food, I generally like eating. But everything just looked awfully gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else we did today. We attempted walking all the way to the tennis centre. Ended up getting all lost especially in thomson green (or is it greens?) when everything began looking really familiar. Like we'll say "Those trees look familiar!" and say we've seen practically half the houses before. I was saying rubbish like that when I haven't visited that area at all. But ohkay, it was fun... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like chicken little, people who behave like chicken little. People who don't bother finding more about the situation before they start screaming their heads off or start complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, we saw the ang mo kio madman today, and we ran like crazy. I think we were even crazier. oh my, running from a crazy man. he did that weird sound thing agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113466243526242246?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113466243526242246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113466243526242246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113466243526242246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113466243526242246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-wonderful-band-practice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113454452808196320</id><published>2005-12-14T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:15:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbyes make you think, they make you realize what you've had, what you've lost and what meaning it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be important, but more important to be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you're mad, you have the right to be mad, but you don't have the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never given dreams without also being given the power to make them come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never closes a door without opening a window. He always gives us something better when he takes something away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, “Why did this happen to me?“ unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed  -Sebastien Roch Nicolas Chamfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, no man is a failure who has friends. -from “It's a Wonderful Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad it seems it could always be worse (oh boy, how optimistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could all take a lesson from crayons: Some are sharp, some are beautiful, some have weird names, all are different colors; but they all have to learn to live in the same box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a coin, you can spend it any way you want but you can only spend it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think- Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT THE RAINBOW YOU HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.”                                                Alice Roosevelt Longworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.”                                                Ben Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As a scientist, I am not sure anymore that life can be reduced to a class struggle, to dialectical materialism, or any set of formulas. Life is spontaneous and it is unpredictable, it is magical. I think that we have struggled so hard with the tangible that we have forgotten the intangible.”                                                Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.”                                                Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May you live every day of your life.”                                                Jonathan Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once you have been confronted with a life-and-death situation, trivia no longer matter.  Your perspective grows and you live at a deeper level.  There's no time for pettiness.”                                                Margaretta (Happy) Rockefeller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All of the animals except man know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it.”                                                Samuel Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Men are born to succeed, not to fail.”                                                Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.”                                                Cyril Connolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be willing to make decisions.  That's the most important quality in a good leader.  Don't fall victim to what I call the "ready-aim-aim-aim-aim syndrome."  You must be willing to fire.”                                                T. Boone Pickens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113454452808196320?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113454452808196320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113454452808196320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113454452808196320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113454452808196320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbyes-make-you-think-they-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113440168117475391</id><published>2005-12-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:34:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2006's coming soon. I hope 2005 ends on a good note =) So 2006 will begin nicely too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now calissa hates me. haha I can't help it if all of you didn't read the letter properly but I understand how you people feel. sry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE------&gt; we're all miserable people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everyone should watch the 9 o' clock show on ch55. mo zuodong is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we have snow days or something.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113440168117475391?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113440168117475391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113440168117475391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113440168117475391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113440168117475391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006s-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113439943409744070</id><published>2005-12-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:57:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard that Mrs Tan might be leaving. I don't want her to leave. I know she can be quite corny, look lame and say weird stuff sometimes but seriously, she's a really really nice person and a pretty great teacher. I know I once said I cldnt understand her at all but after some time, you do get it. I hope she doesn't leave. I can't believe this, it's so stupid. Yknw the things that shld happen just dont happen. There's a perfectly evil witch over there but Mrs Tan might be the one to leave. This is nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113439943409744070?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113439943409744070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113439943409744070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113439943409744070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113439943409744070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-heard-that-mrs-tan-might-be-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113431549666580838</id><published>2005-12-11T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:38:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhh, it's the 11th already. 20 more days to schooooolll, and only how many more days to... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like doing Bio. It's such a mindless thing. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been messaging a lot lately. Thanks to Tracey and her newly acquired mobile phone. I also have two pictures of her turtle and her tennis ball! Ahahh it's quite fun I guess, to message at weird times at night. I just hope I havent exceeded the 500-sms limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113431549666580838?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113431549666580838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113431549666580838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113431549666580838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113431549666580838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggg.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113414103859081824</id><published>2005-12-09T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:10:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was wondering why wearing my retainer felt so odd&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised the wire broke.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got to go replace it for the second time this year :(&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's the top one this time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's not a really lucky thing.&lt;br /&gt;'Ve been wearing them for so long I've practically forgotten I used to wear braces.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to RJ for the second time. It feels pretty nice to walk :)) And I went to J8 twice this week. I can practically remember everything that's in each store. If there are security cameras around we'll look awfully suspicious I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113414103859081824?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113414103859081824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113414103859081824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113414103859081824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113414103859081824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-wondering-why-wearing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113395643641402902</id><published>2005-12-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:53:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, I finished watching Da Chang Jin two days ago. I wish we didn't have to read Hong Lou Meng but something like Da Chang Jin instead. I won't have any problems writing the character thing. I've got a big problem with Hong Lou Meng. I can't bring myself to read it. I can't even bring myself to buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113395643641402902?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113395643641402902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113395643641402902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113395643641402902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113395643641402902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/by-way-i-finished-watching-da-chang.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113385629250645530</id><published>2005-12-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:04:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hand feels funny. I can't concentrate with a funny feeling hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week never comes :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113385629250645530?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113385629250645530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113385629250645530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113385629250645530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113385629250645530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-hand-feels-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113362047919674208</id><published>2005-12-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:34:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think we get pretty lost in our own world!&lt;br /&gt;We've concluded that a trip to New York (or anywhere, really) together would be really, really fun :D&lt;br /&gt;We've totally thought of all the stuff we could do there,&lt;br /&gt;and imagined how we'd be like in the plane and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And we've also concluded, should we ever live together, we'd go completely broke, stocking up on snacks and all the cool food we'd never be able to resist buying. We'll make some great juice together :)) and just absolutely die trying to cleaning up. And let's not forget, laundry would be a complete nightmare. We'll probably have a spotless kitchen cosidering how both of us don't exactly cook. We'll probably go out for dinner every night or something which brings us back to the whole being broke thing because no matter how penniless we claim to be, we'd somehow, I don't know how, end up, practically feasting at some place broke people generally don't visit. Let's take today for example, today would make a perfect case study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really need to get started on holiday homework !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113362047919674208?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113362047919674208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113362047919674208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113362047919674208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113362047919674208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-we-get-pretty-lost-in-our-own.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113334131762287339</id><published>2005-11-30T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:01:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday's ending in another 31 days or so ))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113334131762287339?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113334131762287339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113334131762287339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113334131762287339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113334131762287339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/holidays-ending-in-another-31-days-or.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113301811797308683</id><published>2005-11-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:15:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Star light, star bright.&lt;br /&gt;Does wishing upon stars work?&lt;br /&gt;If it does, I'll go scream at the biggest star I can find tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113301811797308683?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113301811797308683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113301811797308683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113301811797308683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113301811797308683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/star-light-star-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113301023570390418</id><published>2005-11-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:03:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A cruel joke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my,&lt;br /&gt;I'd better stop thinking about it for that very dream could just turn into a living nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113301023570390418?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113301023570390418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113301023570390418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113301023570390418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113301023570390418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/cruel-joke-oh-my-id-better-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113290873245888415</id><published>2005-11-25T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:52:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going out for Harry Potter later. Yes, I'm watching it for the second time with my family-- complimentary tickets (: Tennis tmrw. Hopefully, it doesn't rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113290873245888415?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113290873245888415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113290873245888415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113290873245888415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113290873245888415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-out-for-harry-potter-later.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113258331824912524</id><published>2005-11-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:28:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My night's spent on coming up with reasons to skip &lt;em&gt;this and that. &lt;/em&gt;Obviously, they're all linked to &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"schedule myself to clean the classroom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll water the plants outside every friday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm having a self proclaim mc&lt;br /&gt;teehee let's certify each other's&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna be future docs anyway&lt;br /&gt;we shud start getting use to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I play facial house and Tracey plays her 5 flowers in a row game.&lt;br /&gt;We also watch repeats of Shine On You whenever we get the chance to. And happily skip into Poh Kim whenever we see Biao shu's face from a distance, pretty far I must say. (okay that's mostly me) I think the people there recognise us. I love that show (: But today's episode was so sad. I like Ouyang Shan (: thank god he doesn't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113258331824912524?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113258331824912524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113258331824912524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113258331824912524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113258331824912524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-nights-spent-on-coming-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113257992771581301</id><published>2005-11-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:32:07.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the minute it rains, tennis is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;yet rain or shine, band practice goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, all the wrong things are happening.&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113257992771581301?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113257992771581301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113257992771581301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113257992771581301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113257992771581301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/minute-it-rains-tennis-is-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113241058699474165</id><published>2005-11-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:24:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been such a long day.&lt;br /&gt;The day began at 6.30AM and hehe, thank god, it didn't rain and we had our first lesson :))&lt;br /&gt;Basically it turned out quite nicely. Apparently the coach guessed that we were from band on his first try. We choose to believe it's sheer luck and not because we look like band people. And guess what, he was also from a band :/ I think military. We can't ever seem to forget about &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tracey and I caught Harry Potter after that. The movie's really awesome. I think it's the best one so far :D Every single part was so exciting, haha but I think it was a little too fast-paced. Yknw, all of a sudden the scene just changes and you go 'huh?'. They could have shown more of all that Quidditch. It looked so amazing, the players flying out and everything. Then suddenly, everything just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the fourth book's really the most exciting one :D with the quidditch, the triwizard tournament, the different schools, the yule ball and the ending when voldemort comes back. I used to like the third book much better but after the movie, the fourth one's really magical (: Still, we felt as though the movie was going on forever. After what seemed like a really long period of time, the first tounament was barely over. ... lol. And they could have made the third task better. It was just a stupid maze with no creatures whatsoever :( But seriously, it's the best movie. There was much less talking and more stuff happening. The third movie grew really boring after you watch it a couple more times because of the times when lupin spoke to harry. Anyway, I found the second task scary. Thought the merpeople were scarier than voldemort. The way they attacked and everything. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. It wasn't quite like the book but I guess you can't help it when there're 700 odd pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113241058699474165?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113241058699474165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113241058699474165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113241058699474165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113241058699474165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-such-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113229934215093689</id><published>2005-11-18T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:35:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people don't mean what they say and I'd just foolishly believe them thinking 'finally, you're making sense'. If you intend to change your opinions from time to time thinking everyone could just happily sway with you, then please, just keep your shit to yourself because no one's interested. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113229934215093689?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113229934215093689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113229934215093689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113229934215093689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113229934215093689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-it-when-people-dont-mean-what.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113229161235704289</id><published>2005-11-18T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:26:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It just takes some time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little girl you're in the middle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything, Everything will be just fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything, Everything will be all right, all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113229161235704289?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113229161235704289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113229161235704289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113229161235704289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113229161235704289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-just-takes-some-time-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113223616056408761</id><published>2005-11-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:02:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; bought a plain croissant for breakfast, today, which always raises the troubling issue of, "How do I pronounce it when I ask for it?" Do I pronounce it in French, thus sounding pretentious to all those around me? Or do I try to muddle out an American pronunciation? I don't even know if there is an American pronunciation. Croysant? "Crescent roll" is perhaps the closest American term. Usually, if I can do so, I just point and say, "One of those." Today, I tried to say "croissant" under my breath so the people waiting in line behind me wouldn't hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Taken from a blog I chanced upon tis afternoon. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113223616056408761?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113223616056408761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113223616056408761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113223616056408761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113223616056408761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-also-bought-plain-croissant-for.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113189633192064063</id><published>2005-11-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:38:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: While mom is being all girly with her boyfriend, she'll leave us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819850/"&gt;Cody Martin&lt;/a&gt;: And she'll be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: And we can play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819850/"&gt;Cody Martin&lt;/a&gt;: And she'll be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: And she won't make us make our beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819850/"&gt;Cody Martin&lt;/a&gt;: And she'll be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: You're so selfish, can't you hink of anything else but mom's happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: [to Cody] Well, if you're so smart, what's the capital of North Dakota?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819850/"&gt;Cody Martin&lt;/a&gt;: Bismarck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: I thought Bismarck was in South Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819850/"&gt;Cody Martin&lt;/a&gt;: No, that's Pierre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: So what's the capital of Wyoming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819850/"&gt;Cody Martin&lt;/a&gt;: Cheyenne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0819851/"&gt;Zack Martin&lt;/a&gt;: Thanks, you just finished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the suite life of zack and cody)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113189633192064063?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113189633192064063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113189633192064063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113189633192064063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113189633192064063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/zack-martin-while-mom-is-being-all.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113180893957665846</id><published>2005-11-12T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:22:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a way to begin the Very First Lesson --- to not have it take place at all&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's no fun receiving a message that goes "I think we're cursed." at 6AM and later get told your lesson's cancelled. It gets better. The rain stops almost immediately and less than half an hour later you hear birds chirping.&lt;br /&gt;Aaagh. What happened to the rain!? The thunder!? The lightning!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt awfully lost for the rest of the day. Flightplan barely thrilled us considering how thoroughly pissed the both of us felt. Throughout the entire movie, with all that mystery and suspense, we just munched non-stop on the jack-and-jill chips and gummy worms. Can you believe it????? Another seven days. Seven freaking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just had to meet this stupid waitress who went "Coke or Sprite?" in this darn pissed off tone. So I replied "Sprite." in the same pissed off tone. Aaagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113180893957665846?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113180893957665846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113180893957665846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113180893957665846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113180893957665846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-way-to-begin-very-first-lesson-to.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113163199948159086</id><published>2005-11-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:13:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally over!! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel completely at ease, even with the Lit essay (tons of quotes and I can't seem to find the right words to explain them)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not getting excited for nothing. And I can't stop thinking of &lt;em&gt;6.30. &lt;/em&gt;What if we're doing all these just to hide in the toilet eventually??? How much more tragic can we get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113163199948159086?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113163199948159086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113163199948159086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113163199948159086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113163199948159086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-finally-over-now-i-feel-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113138215031937259</id><published>2005-11-08T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:49:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though I did research on 'little hours sleep damages health', I'm happily awake now, at 12.36 AM with no whatsoever concern for the potential diseases mentioned in the articles. Well, there're no lessons tmrw! Only practice. 'Yayness'. I'm positively excited for it's my first practice with her in what? 7 weeks? 8 weeks? I lost count. By the way, I always try to plan my days as early as possible. I've started planning for next year already ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cockroaches, spiders and dust mites (I know you can't see them but that's no consolation.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113138215031937259?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113138215031937259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113138215031937259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113138215031937259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113138215031937259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/even-though-i-did-research-on-little.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113137755011465051</id><published>2005-11-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:32:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Reduce your Stress Load:&lt;br /&gt;-----Say "No" more often.&lt;br /&gt;(lol, are you sure?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113137755011465051?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113137755011465051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113137755011465051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113137755011465051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113137755011465051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-reduce-your-stress-load-say-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113137742639575625</id><published>2005-11-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:30:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.teachhealth.com/#stressscale"&gt;http://www.teachhealth.com/#stressscale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have asked you to look at the last twelve months of changes in your life. This may surprise you. It is crucial to understand, however, that a major change in your life has effects that carry over for long periods of time. It is like dropping a rock into a pond. After the initial splash, you will experience ripples of stress. And these ripples may continue in your life for at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have experienced total stress within the last twelve months of 250 or greater, even with &lt;strong&gt;normal stress tolerance&lt;/strong&gt;, you may be OVERSTRESSED. &lt;strong&gt;Persons with Low Stress Tolerance&lt;/strong&gt; may be OVERSTRESSED at levels as low as 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSTRESS will make you sick. Carrying too heavy a stress load is like running your car engine past the red line; or leaving your toaster stuck in the "on" position; or running a nuclear reactor past maximum permissible power. Sooner or later, something will break, burnup, or melt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain OVERSTRESS&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue, aches and pains, crying spells, depression, anxiety attacks, sleep disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;Gastrointestinal Tract&lt;br /&gt;Ulcer, cramps and diarrhea, colitis, irritable bowel.&lt;br /&gt;Glandular System&lt;br /&gt;Thyroid gland malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;Cardiovascular&lt;br /&gt;High blood pressure, heart attack, abnormal heart beat, stroke.&lt;br /&gt;Skin&lt;br /&gt;Itchy skin rashes.&lt;br /&gt;Immune System&lt;br /&gt;Decreased resistance to infections and neoplasm.&lt;br /&gt;We have known for a long time that OVERSTRESS could cause physical damage to the gastrointestinal tract, glandular system, skin or cardiovascular system. But only recently have we learned that OVERSTRESS actually causes physical changes in the brain. One of the most exciting medical advances of our decade has been an understanding of how OVERSTRESS physically affects your brain. We now know that the fatigue, aches and pains, crying spells, depression, anxiety attacks and sleep disturbances of OVERSTRESS are caused by brain CHEMICAL MALFUNCTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I believe I'm highly stressed, I think my what do you call it? stress tolerance! yeah, it's pretty high. Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113137742639575625?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113137742639575625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113137742639575625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113137742639575625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113137742639575625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113120006781913856</id><published>2005-11-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:14:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really hope Mediacorp shows Shine On You some day. Instead of coming up with shows with lousy storylines, why don't they just get the TVB dramas. Shine on you's hilarious and pretty inspiring I guess, especially for teachers. Seriously, if I'm a teacher I'll learn a lot from the show and do some self-evaluation (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113120006781913856?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113120006781913856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113120006781913856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113120006781913856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113120006781913856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really-really-hope-mediacorp-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113119915140685637</id><published>2005-11-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:00:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visited the National Library for the first time today. It's huge but we had a pretty tough time looking for books we actually WANTED to read. Anyway, most of the shelves were less than half filled. Went back to bugis after that and we saw whole sets of slamdunk and pot ($120!) and the prince of tennis movie. Bought it (: and we had paper prata after that which was really ... paper thin. Hah. Dead tired now and Tracey Ng forgot all about our stupid Lit powerpoint and went to sleep. don't worry, if you read this, I kindly told Rachel we'll send it to her by NOON tmrw. And if I'm not awake by then then haha, I've no idea what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113119915140685637?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113119915140685637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113119915140685637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113119915140685637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113119915140685637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/visited-national-library-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113111701831961213</id><published>2005-11-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:10:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, it just dawned on me today- I'm actually from St. Nicholas, like I'm a St. Nicholas girl and all. And everything's been pretty unexpected ever since I entered secondary school. It's just, I never expected any of the stuff that's happened so far to happen. It never crossed my mind. And I realised too, I'm in an EC class. Yknw, all of a sudden, you get this foreign feeling, as though you've just woken up or something. Now that our third year's almost over, you realise how much you've been through, and how unduly worried you've been most of the time (but still, when your ppr stinks to this extent, you get pretty scared, not paranoia okay). Honestly, I wonder what life's going to be like when I leave secondary school (who doesn't right). Maybe I've grown psychic over the years, yknw, maybe all the scenarios that popped into my head will turn into reality. Or maybe only all the terrible stuff I never dared imagine. I can't picture myself in some huge university campus, even though that's where most people try to end up in. I guess it's like how I could never see myself sitting in a classroom in Stnicks in primary school. This sounds really weird, but I just feel strange now alright. I believe you can make your own choices and choose the paths you want to take, and yes, there are many different places you can find yourself in, good and bad, and regardless of where you end up, you'd encounter the same problems, the same situations, and the same type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too random. Rahh. Well, it's not like anyone reads so it's like me talking to myself (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113111701831961213?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113111701831961213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113111701831961213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113111701831961213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113111701831961213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-know-why-it-just-dawned-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113102605701433982</id><published>2005-11-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:54:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got this weird urge to visit Sentosa. I don't know why. Ever since Tuesday. It's not like I don't hate that place. Strange. Anyway, it's back to school tomorrow! And soon, we're all back to band. WELL. No more of the television which I've grown quite fond of over the last three days. No more watching repeats of Shine On You. No more changjin on VCD(haha). And no more watching and rewatching of PoT. I can't wait for Saturday though. A SPECIAL EVENING OF PREMIERES. HAH. But there's not gonna be Full House anymore. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and no more listening to weird songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113102605701433982?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113102605701433982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113102605701433982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113102605701433982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113102605701433982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-this-weird-urge-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113077223024285621</id><published>2005-10-31T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:23:50.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween, boo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I blog 6 times a month. Wow.&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/8714342-113077223024285621?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113077223024285621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113077223024285621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113077223024285621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113077223024285621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113075649985255048</id><published>2005-10-31T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:01:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright my PPR stinks. But I love my CCA record! I can stop going for band practices!! (RIGHT, Qiyou burst my bubble.) (Oh yes, and the remarks part stated I'm like, &lt;em&gt;committed&lt;/em&gt; to my CCA. That's really FUNNY. Well, nothing can be compared to Qiyou's &lt;em&gt;high academic potential&lt;/em&gt;) Anyway, I can't say much for Os. Honestly, I think the invigilator was practicing his English. Oh, and it's really weird how both of us feel as though she's cursing us. Too much of a coincidence, it's gotta be true ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113075649985255048?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113075649985255048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113075649985255048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113075649985255048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113075649985255048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/alright-my-ppr-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-113042078825928401</id><published>2005-10-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:46:28.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched Now You See It. It's an amazing movie :))))) I love the Disney Originals. Haha :D A Cinderella Story on Saturday and Halloweentown High on Sunday.  Hope I'd be able to watch it. Well I definitely would if not for the O level exam I'm supposed to sit for. Booo. Oh there's Full House on Saturday too. Haha. No wonder the television downstairs broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature assignment. I'm sick of The Joy Luck Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-113042078825928401?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/113042078825928401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=113042078825928401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113042078825928401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/113042078825928401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-watched-now-you-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112990490099088980</id><published>2005-10-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:04:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;tea, tiffin and poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's alright. It's alright yknw, if you didn't say the person was irritating, immature, unbelievable and I don't even want to think about what else you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Change of setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Change of people&lt;br /&gt;The same storyline&lt;br /&gt;Different feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112990490099088980?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112990490099088980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112990490099088980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112990490099088980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112990490099088980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/tea-tiffin-and-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112947102846123398</id><published>2005-10-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:26:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. it's quite expected. this is what you get when you eat every single bag of chips you lay your hands on and every single bar of chocolate in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go walk in the rain for say, 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting the exam papers back would be quite a bad idea I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;games carnival. 3D came in third! I think we did put in quite a bit of effort and everything was more fun than I thought it would be. carrom actually went to the semi-finals :D hahaha. of course, there's always this group of people who never fail to remind how annoying they are. but never mind, I guess everything else was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;class outing. we went ice-skating at fuji ice palace. it's much more fun when you go with a large group of people. haha. but the fun goes away when a large group of strangers come along and all of a sudden, the rink looks so cramped. ended up sitting down most of the time. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;finally caught the last few episodes of PoT at huiqing's house. it's quite sad when you realise you've reached the last episode (even though there are still some episodes I haven't watched). the match between fuji and tezuka's exciting :D the first-year fuji looks adorable :D it's impossible not to like him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;highly doubt I'll be in the fit state to come online. this is probably the last of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112947102846123398?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112947102846123398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112947102846123398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112947102846123398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112947102846123398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112868020146010941</id><published>2005-10-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:16:41.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The clock's running down&lt;br /&gt;The team's losing ground&lt;br /&gt;To the opposing defense&lt;br /&gt;The young quarterback&lt;br /&gt;Waits for the snap&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly it all starts to make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got all kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;He's got all kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;He's got all kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes a step back&lt;br /&gt;He's under attack&lt;br /&gt;But he knows that no one can touch him now&lt;br /&gt;He seems so at ease&lt;br /&gt;A strange inner peace&lt;br /&gt;Is all that he's feeling somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got all kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;He's got all kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;He's got all kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of his mother&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of his bride-to-be&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of his father&lt;br /&gt;His two younger brothers&lt;br /&gt;Gathered around the widescreen TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks to the left&lt;br /&gt;He looks to the right&lt;br /&gt;And there in a golden ray of light&lt;br /&gt;Is his open man&lt;br /&gt;Just as he planned&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is his tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112868020146010941?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112868020146010941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112868020146010941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112868020146010941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112868020146010941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/clocks-running-down-teams-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112814049043504472</id><published>2005-10-01T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:21:30.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'taking a nap' &lt;/em&gt;took on a whole new meaning yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;when I thought &lt;em&gt;nap, &lt;/em&gt;I thought one hour, at most three.&lt;br /&gt;that was at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;and I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;5 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIRTY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112814049043504472?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112814049043504472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112814049043504472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112814049043504472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112814049043504472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/10/taking-nap-took-on-whole-new-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112783156616892982</id><published>2005-09-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:32:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe I'm at the wrong desk. well, finally understood a bit of inverse today. we studied till 7.30 at the douhua place and had dinner at the hawker centre. just wanted to note it down so I won't forget how I revised for 05eoys. if I do flunk, I'll never do it again. but honestly, I thought it was better than studying at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112783156616892982?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112783156616892982/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT, I LEFT THE JOY LUCK CLUB AT MY COUSIN'S HOUSE. SOMEONE SCREAM AT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112765572105757652?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112765572105757652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112765572105757652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112765572105757652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112765572105757652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-i-left-joy-luck-club-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112747507134775786</id><published>2005-09-23T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:47:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe another week's passed. darn, I'm not studying as hard as I should. just staring at everyone else who's mugging away. at this rate, there's no way I can take my Os. scary. it's annoying how things don't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated mrs koh's birthday today! I bet we're the first class to do it for a teacher. guess teachers don't usually tell you their birthdays. haha. the monitors told her shaozhe felt sick to get her to the family lounge :D had brownies and tons of chips. we were partying while people around us were all studying diligently. how ironic, three diligence. but anyway, happy birthday mrs koh (: she's 35. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm feeling the pressure. just one week left. hello wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. my calculator died. one fine math lesson I think 3 days ago. it wouldnt wake up no matter what I did-- smacking it, hitting it against the table, shining a torch at that solar thing, pushing the reset button about a million times with my pencil. cecilia even suggested throwing it on the floor. it did work occasionally but obviously you can't take this sort of risk when your EOYs are approaching. bought a new one today. feel all weird holding sth so new. it's so new, I don't want to stuff it in my bag like what I did with the old one. oh well, goodbye. I'll miss you with all your scratches and cracks. bless the new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112747507134775786?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112747507134775786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112747507134775786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112747507134775786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112747507134775786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-believe-another-weeks-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112695814714139998</id><published>2005-09-17T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:55:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt; PETER PAN TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead for chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112695814714139998?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112695814714139998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112695814714139998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112695814714139998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112695814714139998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/peter-pan-tonight-im-dead-for-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112670830799662447</id><published>2005-09-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:31:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't witnessed such an immature act since primary school. in fact, maybe those then cant even be compared with the one currently. seriously, I'm not exactly fuming. it's just difficult to believe. it's practically been a lie this whole time. thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112670830799662447?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112670830799662447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112670830799662447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112670830799662447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112670830799662447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havent-witnessed-such-immature-act.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112636438821216092</id><published>2005-09-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:59:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just caught the school of rock on HBO. awesome :D never got a chance to watch it (don't know why) anyway, peter pan's premiering next saturday. another movie I never watched :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112636438821216092?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112636438821216092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112636438821216092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112636438821216092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112636438821216092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-caught-school-of-rock-on-hbo.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112635260968070052</id><published>2005-09-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:43:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right, so there's a chinese test on tuesday I'm supposed to study for ON TOP of that hyflux rehearsal. what's wrong with the teachers ?! I know it's for my Os. but there's no need for the test to be right after my holidays right. I've got no idea how am I supposed to study when I'm already struggling with all the holiday homework (okay fine, my fault, my fault). I thought math would be easy but I couldnt recall a single thing for logarithm, congruency and what have they. decided to start with something more recent, like that stats assignment and WHEE, i dont have my textbook. tonight's gonna be a long night. -wails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112635260968070052?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112635260968070052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112635260968070052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112635260968070052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112635260968070052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-so-theres-chinese-test-on.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112610091752951327</id><published>2005-09-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:48:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, we actually got out of it ((: no more siti, no more yvonne tang, no more of that lifeless atmosphere first thing in the morning. working people look awfully sad, like there's nothing to look forward to in life. everyone just rushes from the north-east station to the east-west one in silence. rushes and rushes. then attempt to squeeze into the train at the very last second. and they probably do that five days a week. I cant imagine myself having to do that in the future. think I'll get some sort of a mid-life crisis. even at that dumb place we were working at, we were the only ones constantly smiling and laughing away(okay maybe you're not suppsoed to) while everyone else looked bored and depressed. makes me never ever want to work. so, we &lt;em&gt;empathised. &lt;/em&gt;now that we know what it's like, we intend to put ONE tart on ONE BIG PLATE the next time we go for a buffet, preferably at furama riverfront ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112610091752951327?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112610091752951327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112610091752951327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112610091752951327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112610091752951327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-we-actually-got-out-of-it-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112575915010867501</id><published>2005-09-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:52:30.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It is reduced. The oxidation number INCREASED..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I write really dumb stuff okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, there's this person i hate and another person i fail to understand. throw in one more Siti that irks me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112575915010867501?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112575915010867501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112575915010867501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112575915010867501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112575915010867501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-is-reduced.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112549112761165496</id><published>2005-08-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:25:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-SCREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know where do i start describing my screwed up life. in a few hours, everything changed, and i have no idea how the hell things ended up like that. please, i demand an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that korean drama on ch U's great. but it's awfully tragic. why cant korean shows just have a happy ending for once. now i know the lead actress is gna die from some kind of cancer. before she dies she's gna go blind. reminds me of how that guy in winter sonata went blind. what's wrong with korean producers ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. my life rocks. -wails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112549112761165496?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112549112761165496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112549112761165496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112549112761165496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112549112761165496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/screams-i-dont-even-know-where-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112531644279028243</id><published>2005-08-29T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:54:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;represents everything. I just need to make it bigger.&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/8714342-112531644279028243?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112531644279028243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112531644279028243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112531644279028243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112531644279028243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/represents-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112506658638829100</id><published>2005-08-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:29:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love it whenever i can just watch POT the minute i reach home &gt;&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;basically this week's passed real fast. next week's supposed to be great. but somehow, even with a half-day and a holiday, i know she'll still manage to make it miserable. gee THANKS A WHOLE LOT. why cant she be the suicidal type, it'll make my life a whole lot easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112506658638829100?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112506658638829100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112506658638829100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112506658638829100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112506658638829100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-it-whenever-i-can-just-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112446085219967527</id><published>2005-08-19T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:14:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, it's the weekend again! the past week's been crazy with really lame stuff happening and honestly, i can't bring myself to care about more rubbish. anyway, tracey was really weird today. she drew a triangle and thought it was a quadilateral, she thought 22.5 x 2 = 25 and there's one more really strange thing she did that i cant remember. we read through our diaries and found lots of memorable and embarrassing stuff. seriously, it's weird we ever thought that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to yeeling, i can continue watching prince of tennis this weekend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i can't wait to leave. finally, i get what she meant.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112446085219967527?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112446085219967527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112446085219967527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112446085219967527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112446085219967527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-its-weekend-again-past-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112393519807157622</id><published>2005-08-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:13:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well it's saturday already. the two best days of the year are officially over. next week it's back to that hellish life. you don't know how devastating it is. anyway, we headed over to huiqing's house directly after school yesterday. played the game of life (Again) but we couldn't be bothered to count the money. then we watched 10 episodes of prince of tennis and haha, i borrowed it home for the weekend. the senpais are cool, unlike the really disgusting ones we had. so, didn't do much today except for packing of my file, drawers, table and watching prince of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the EC activity's been therapy. too bad, we'll just be killing ourselves all over again starting next week. im really glad i went for archery. even though it was more of a no-choice thing at first.  i can't swim and i hate rock-climbing (horrifying memories). oh well, still, it all ends here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112393519807157622?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112393519807157622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112393519807157622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112393519807157622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112393519807157622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-its-saturday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112374459538922751</id><published>2005-08-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:16:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been long since i last reached home before 3. yes, very long. anyway, today's been fantastic. i love the feeling of going to school knowing there wont be a single lesson. not a single minute spent sitting down and listening to the teacher drone on and on. basically, archery was great, even greater than expected. hehs, no pressure (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish life could be like that everyday, none of that bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112374459538922751?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112374459538922751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112374459538922751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112374459538922751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112374459538922751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-long-since-i-last-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112358117307897496</id><published>2005-08-09T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:52:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me know that i've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;When i've known this all along&lt;br /&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out, games you don't want to play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret (dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Just another regret (just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you can keep it&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we live such fragile lives&lt;br /&gt;It's the best way we survive&lt;br /&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out, games you don't want to play&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;The only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret (dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Just another regret (just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you can keep it&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she feels inside&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts i cant deny&lt;br /&gt;These sleeping dogs wont lie&lt;br /&gt;And now i try to hide&lt;br /&gt;It's eating me apart&lt;br /&gt;Trace this life back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret (dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Just another regret (just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret (dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Just another regret (just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you can keep it&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret,&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret,&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know?&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112358117307897496?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112358117307897496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112358117307897496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112358117307897496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112358117307897496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-me-know-that-ive-done-wrong-when.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112290462586499985</id><published>2005-08-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:00:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was CIP day.&lt;br /&gt;it could have very well been my deathday.&lt;br /&gt;well, either that or the day i start receiving treatment for severe trauma after witnessing a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, your legs just go &lt;em&gt;jelly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, now i've got 13 post-it pads in my drawer.&lt;br /&gt;and MOST PROBABLY, 100 hours of cip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kinokuniya and something really embarrassing happened.&lt;br /&gt;and later we walked to orchard and got a shock when we saw her lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;but according to phyllinda, a lot of people look like her.&lt;br /&gt;blearghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time for chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112290462586499985?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112290462586499985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112290462586499985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112290462586499985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112290462586499985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/08/yesterday-was-cip-day.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112263986315677323</id><published>2005-07-29T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:24:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some kind of 'test to pull up your physics mark'&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I needed that chance.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i already almost flunked math, what's happening to my physics!&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and please, I dont need you to stand there, indirectly showing off, smiling and laughing and SMILING AND LAUGHING. I know you're happy. is that enough? do you need me to tell you how smart you are? because the only thing I can tell you is that you're trying too hard and that you're really, REALLY IRRITATING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112263986315677323?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112263986315677323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112263986315677323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112263986315677323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112263986315677323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-kind-of-test-to-pull-up-your.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112255777073315002</id><published>2005-07-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:36:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>math was terrible. felt totally lost during the paper. all that sin, cos, 3 significant figures made me totally confused. felt as though I've never learnt trigo before okay, it was that bad. anyway, im all worked up now. i felt like screaming stop it but thank god i was rational. it feels horrid knowing you didnt just do what you felt like doing though. gosh i think i live in a state of perpetual irritation.  weird to put it like that but yes, perpetual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna screw up physics. i hate moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112255777073315002?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112255777073315002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112255777073315002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112255777073315002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112255777073315002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/math-was-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112238137261464604</id><published>2005-07-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:36:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been extremely irritable today. And a certain incident made me want to explode. I just want to tell that person &lt; If there's a problem, it's not my problem and let me remind you, YOU created the problem. Don't expect me to do anything because it's not MY fault the way things are. The situation's always been like that so don't even THINK of frowning. Don't expect me to tolerate this treatment, especially from people like YOU. Do I hate you? Maybe. Do it again and I'll scowl everytime I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that made me feel all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112238137261464604?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112238137261464604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112238137261464604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112238137261464604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112238137261464604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-been-extremely-irritable-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112230903182220874</id><published>2005-07-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:30:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's 0023 and im still online. Just summarised the notes for the discursive essay tomorrow. I've yet to complete the Math assignment and I still got to revise for the Chemistry retest. Looks like my life's all about school. Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really ought to go off line yeah? Shall complete Math before sleeping. WHEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112230903182220874?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112230903182220874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112230903182220874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112230903182220874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112230903182220874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-its-0023-and-im-still-online.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112230025257492701</id><published>2005-07-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:04:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with luck, i'll get offline at 10.30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112230025257492701?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112230025257492701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112230025257492701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112230025257492701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112230025257492701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/with-luck-ill-get-offline-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112212070420433465</id><published>2005-07-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:11:44.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i havent been coming here lately. in fact, i havent touched the computer for 6 consecutive days. i think i broke a record you knw. annnnndd ive been going to sleep real early for some unknown reason. actually, huiqing and tracey too. i dont knw why. we just stopped using the computer for hrs like we used to and we just sleep for 8 hrs? haha it's not planned or anything. anyway, you feel really refreshed for the whole of the next day and i just spend my free time daydreaming or thinking about how life would be like if im somewhere else. it's fun if you dont remind yourself that you'll be stuck here for at least the next 5 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically life's been alright, quite good in fact (i seriously hope i dont regret saying this). but there are awkward stuffs that make you want to run away. i dont knw what shld happen. i just want to pretend i cant see, hear or feel anything, wheee! unfortunately, i think im very sensitive to my surroundings. um, so i end up thinking of what to do and come up with nothing. how did we end up getting stuck in something we so-called happily put ourselves in? because i'm not happy now and i'm not the only one. pretty sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two and a half yrs later you realise you didnt really need to care, you had a choice. that's late, isnt it. if only we realised earlier, maybe life wld have been less painful, less stressful, less frustrating. if only. but you just had to find out after everything's happened and about to end. SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people shld realise that no matter _________, you still a friendless loser. quit being so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh gosh, i almost deleted the whole thing. phew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;br /&gt;(hur)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112212070420433465?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112212070420433465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112212070420433465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112212070420433465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112212070420433465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-i-havent-been-coming-here-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112126313546802761</id><published>2005-07-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:58:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont knw what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;i manage to eat dinner at 10.30 ?!&lt;br /&gt;and then i go straight to sleep, i think?&lt;br /&gt;what's this??&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop falling aslp before i bathe or sth&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;and i cant bring myself to believe that.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112109391353219794</id><published>2005-07-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:58:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do you explain grammar !&lt;br /&gt;frankly, ive never really understood it myself?&lt;br /&gt;sth else, i havent done the chinese hw on hitler&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep early tonight&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i wont be able to get through tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;ooh BAND PRACTICE !&lt;br /&gt;how exciting, weird&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112109391353219794?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112099821802271984</id><published>2005-07-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:23:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's actually the exact opposite ?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah hey? THANKS A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so irritated by that person ! heh, we've tried but to no avail. when will it come to an end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112099821802271984?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112099821802271984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112099821802271984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112099821802271984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/112099821802271984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-its-actually-exact-opposite-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-112023911028258363</id><published>2005-07-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:31:50.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;jubilate was quite screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;come to think of it, everything's pretty screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;it's just not fair how some people fail to understand and it's sickening how people just seem to find fault with everything. how can anyone be this idiotic, why is everything we do wrong ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;why cant you just shut up for a moment and seriously think abt yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cant the problem lie with you? it's never struck you that way right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and cant you just stop complaining, exactly how many times do you need to repeat your point or jump to various ridiculous conclusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-112023911028258363?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/112023911028258363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=112023911028258363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111978931891246108?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111978931891246108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111978931891246108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111978931891246108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111978931891246108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/darn.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111975766126125502</id><published>2005-06-26T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:47:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe it's something i shouldnt look forward to&lt;br /&gt;before it ends up like everything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111975766126125502?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111975766126125502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111975766126125502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111975766126125502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111975766126125502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/maybe-its-something-i-shouldnt-look.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111954233650097008</id><published>2005-06-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:58:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do we bother keeping something we dont exactly feel happy in ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111954233650097008?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111954233650097008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111954233650097008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111954233650097008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111954233650097008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-do-we-bother-keeping-something-we.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111936763333852403</id><published>2005-06-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:27:13.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>noms was alright&lt;br /&gt;unhappy things've happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yvonne's leaving in two days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111936763333852403?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111936763333852403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111936763333852403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111936763333852403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111936763333852403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/noms-was-alright-unhappy-thingsve.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111917098860793630</id><published>2005-06-19T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:49:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh&lt;br /&gt;two and a half years ago i was a recruit&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, it's my nominations&lt;br /&gt;time passes really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can happily declare that i've finished the lit and english essay ((:&lt;br /&gt;and now, i've got to study for the math mock tomorrow ( just before the camp okay)&lt;br /&gt;and complete the form that i dont really knw how im gna complete either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's still the amoeba essay. untouched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111917098860793630?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111917098860793630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111917098860793630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111917098860793630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111917098860793630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/gosh-two-and-half-years-ago-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111875663067121772</id><published>2005-06-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:43:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel terrible and maybe angry.&lt;br /&gt;i have zero idea what's gna happen&lt;br /&gt;and right now it's probably betrayal at its peak huh.&lt;br /&gt;some other people are just annoying, irritating and blind.&lt;br /&gt;feel as though im just moving along and discovering more and more terrible things along the way&lt;br /&gt;and you start wondering if you can trust what certain people say at all&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really did the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have done anything at all because i barely feel anything now&lt;br /&gt;maybe it wasnt worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely cant stand people who pretend they dont care, when they do, pretend they know, when they don't and who show the prettier side when it comes in handy dandy.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's just one person&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe, MAYBE, ive made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did things turn out like that ?&lt;br /&gt;where do we go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i cant remember the happy feeling  i once had&lt;br /&gt;maybe things were much prettier then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111875663067121772?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111867886840071015</id><published>2005-06-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:07:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's been pretty fun alright (:&lt;br /&gt;went to angelique's house for the physics investigation today. thank goodness it was fairly easy and didnt require much brainwork. just kept dropping the various pieces of paper and recording time. anyway, we played with the toy roulette. exciting eh. haha. was pretty hilarious, the things that happened. tracey was like asking angelique, does your brother like to collect rocks (cos of my brother's obssesion with rocks) and angelique went no, but he likes ants. -grins. we did it from 10 to 3+  what with all the switching off the air-con fan and attaching of coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later, tracey and i came up with the crazy idea of going to the beach to collect seashells for the chem project and we did it ! hehs. basically, we were dressed as though we were all set for the beach anyway. so we just left for it and ahh it's just quite sudden. we collected shells which looked rather miserable and at the end of it we tried desperately hard to get sand off our feet ( or rather, it's just tracey ). bought ice cream on the way out. oh the prices were scary. hah. oh and guess what, when we reached the bus stop, tracey searched her bag for the shells we collected and discovered that she most probably happily threw the shells away, along with all our rubbish. -! super productive. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been pretty fun, and im gna study tmr !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111867886840071015?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111850302908705189</id><published>2005-06-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:20:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played THE GAME OF LIFE, THE MAD MAGAZINE, CLUEDO, and RISK today.&lt;br /&gt;i love cluedo ! it makes the most sense :D&lt;br /&gt;the game of life was madness. i was a &lt;a href="http://www.24-7searching-and-more.com/text/search.php?qq=Travel" target="_blank"&gt;travel&lt;/a&gt; agent with a salary of $100, 000 ( the highest! ) and later became a teacher (eew)&lt;br /&gt;we played two rounds nonstop and everyone had more than 3 million by the end of everything. and i got the least money lah. how can. haha.&lt;br /&gt;risk was totally meaningless. i was hopelessly trying to conquer tracey's sth and huiqing was trying to convince phyllinda not to attack her. and then later she happily moved ALL my armies out of her stupid asia. hello excuse me, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we generated a huge bag of rubbish what with the jack and jill potato chips and mamee. at the end of everything our backs and everything were aching really terribly. later, quote: "3 big babies sleeping under a blanket and one monstrous baby slping without the blanket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it's quite easy for me to get to huiqing's hse. she lives really close to mount vernon. but there was this big sign there : " CASKET FAIRPRICE ...". not &lt;a href="http://www.24-7searching-and-more.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;y to see it so often :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better get started on homework. wont use the computer so much anymore and i better do something to my chinese. i dont want to fail oral ! something to my chem, physics and 1000 word amoeba essay too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111833163151562826</id><published>2005-06-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:40:31.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are happening so fast&lt;br /&gt;i really ought to stop and think&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing all these for ?&lt;br /&gt;is there a point, seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111833163151562826?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111833163151562826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111833163151562826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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happen agn alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're looking for a life now&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a high chance of failure&lt;br /&gt;i guess im not optimistic :D&lt;br /&gt;haha but seriously, there're just so few options.&lt;br /&gt;and im sick of a lot of people, namely, people in&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time round, im not gna give them my time.&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it, it's not worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, just thinking about the trial examinations we need to do makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;the math mock's worse&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111824633208608625?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111815679010571355</id><published>2005-06-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:06:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant wait to watch pirates of the caribbean during the band camp&lt;br /&gt;he finally came up with some decent movie ideas&lt;br /&gt;les choristes, the sound of music, phantom of the opera, school of rock&lt;br /&gt;then agn, he somehow managed to mention storm agn.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaah.&lt;br /&gt;our committee's proposal was perfectly alright (:&lt;br /&gt;we just need to buy panadol and plasters&lt;br /&gt;night duty shld be quite exciting&lt;br /&gt;maybe exciting's the wrong word&lt;br /&gt;right now, the mep room looks kinda small and cramped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111811448269357859</id><published>2005-06-07T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:21:22.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's no one in town I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave us some place to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never said thank you for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I might get one more chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you think of me now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never said thank you for that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I'll never have a chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111811448269357859?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111811448269357859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111811448269357859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111811448269357859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111811448269357859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/theres-no-one-in-town-i-know-you-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111809956155369318</id><published>2005-06-07T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:12:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believe it or not, i woke up at 0630.&lt;br /&gt;it's only 0711 now so ive got arnd 5 hrs to band prac.&lt;br /&gt;hello, is anyone awake like me out there ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111809956155369318?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111809956155369318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye to everything that I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111795967402125436?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111795967402125436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111795967402125436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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NYC.&lt;br /&gt;okay, the sequel's &lt;em&gt;skinny dipping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111780879715381439?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111780879715381439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111780879715381439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111780879715381439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111780879715381439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/06/read-au-pairs-its-not-exactly-good.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111763853066277336</id><published>2005-06-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:08:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fell down walking up the stairs just now&lt;br /&gt;broke one of the two bowls i was carrying&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why :/&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it was slippery or anything. i just took two steps up and i found myself on the ground; my hand hurts! so does my elbow and my knee&lt;br /&gt;guess im lucky, didnt cut myself even though there was broken glass all over the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111737869719226448</id><published>2005-05-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:58:17.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brother's sick. aww ( i'm really sry for him ! it's like the start of his holidays. ) anyway, he puked and was running a really high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been slacking for the entire weekend&lt;br /&gt;well i did go out on saturday night (:&lt;br /&gt;and i bought shoes&lt;br /&gt;but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;(orchard looks pretty at night)&lt;br /&gt;and i came up with an entire list of things im suppsoed to do&lt;br /&gt;haahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i intend to get down to understanding the mole concept tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;it's like, a term of lessons and i had no idea what et's been talking aboiut the whole time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111737869719226448?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111737869719226448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111737869719226448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111737869719226448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714342/posts/default/111737869719226448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-brothers-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>crystal`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111719927795793346</id><published>2005-05-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:07:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, im officially DISAPPOINTED.&lt;br /&gt;i wish it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how something you had wished for so much can go so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111719927795793346?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111719927795793346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;got back ppr and it's not that good ):&lt;br /&gt;but basically, my % increased and my math's no longer a f9.&lt;br /&gt;haaah&lt;br /&gt;then agn my L1R5 increased along with my % ):&lt;br /&gt;now im quite worried for geog. argh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my chem sucks&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's 0704 in new york now ! 12 hr time difference !&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss tracey please. i just want to go to new york !!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeewen and i have got no life. we headed straight for the library after school to do our jian baos. huiqing's worse. she went home and probably played sims. haha no life of her own and she wants to control others'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im most prob going out tmr. i feel guilty for my results. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111719211279371467?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714342.post-111703454708238169</id><published>2005-05-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:22:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah, facilitated today.&lt;br /&gt;learnt quite a bit of things i guess&lt;br /&gt;it's really ahhaaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just two more days&lt;br /&gt;i guess a lot can happen within two days.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tracey's going US !&lt;br /&gt;new york !&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;im like, so excited for her&lt;br /&gt;blearghs&lt;br /&gt;she'll be on the plane to japan when we're on the way to school !&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;and when we're in band, she'll STILL be on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;i wna take long long looooonnnngg plane rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like going for school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;il be dying from jealousy.&lt;div 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tmr&lt;br /&gt;what with practically all my homework incompleted&lt;br /&gt;and my chemistry ws STILL in this fantastic mess.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh god bless&lt;br /&gt;and there's band tmr !&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i can work past midnight that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally wna go us now&lt;br /&gt;or somewhere far far away&lt;br /&gt;(whines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111685374139931412?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111685374139931412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111685374139931412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it that everytime i finish a piece of chinese homework another one comes along.&lt;br /&gt;life is not good.&lt;br /&gt;but sth tells me it's gna get worse&lt;br /&gt;oh heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall attempt some homework tonight&lt;br /&gt;now i feel stupid for watching repeated episodes of phil of the future and uh, jie da huan xi.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, i just cldnt stop&lt;br /&gt;someone hit me on the head&lt;br /&gt;get me to stop dreaming and wake up !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714342-111676170681322192?l=preoccupied-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preoccupied-.blogspot.com/feeds/111676170681322192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714342&amp;postID=111676170681322192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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