<?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-2858915046535545083</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:28:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow motion, frame by frame</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2655010823311721</id><published>2008-05-05T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:09:28.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again I'm wasting precious study time here. Econs test tmr, and I've barely started revision. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to get my study time-table planned out fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more wasting time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2655010823311721?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2655010823311721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2655010823311721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2655010823311721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2655010823311721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-again-im-wasting-precious-study.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5345450035411316527</id><published>2008-04-29T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:22:08.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes everything just doesn't seem to go right, and you wished you had just stayed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how the way it affects me, I'm gonna learn to get over it. You're just sore! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschooling and Rock Cycle,&lt;br /&gt;time for me to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5345450035411316527?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5345450035411316527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5345450035411316527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5345450035411316527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5345450035411316527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-everything-just-doesnt-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8368372114635619640</id><published>2008-04-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:54:21.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAtm4J7G3bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nmlxvzAgtjk/s1600-h/nellllyyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAtm4J7G3bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nmlxvzAgtjk/s320/nellllyyyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191356110397169074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAtm4Z7G3cI/AAAAAAAAABE/riaEJwc1rJQ/s1600-h/promiscuous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAtm4Z7G3cI/AAAAAAAAABE/riaEJwc1rJQ/s320/promiscuous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191356114692136386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just YouTube-ing Nelly Furtado's Do It video when I came across her Promiscuous video. I think she looks damn hot in it, the abs and all. I guess thats my ideal perfect body, or maybe closest to perfect, since nothing seems to be perfect nowadays. Sadly it's highly unattainable, and I'm stuck with an ugly fat body. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weekends are once again drawing to a close. I only managed to complete half of what I aimed for on Friday. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDY, MAKE USE OF THE MANY BREAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8368372114635619640?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8368372114635619640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8368372114635619640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8368372114635619640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8368372114635619640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-just-youtube-ing-nelly-furtados.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAtm4J7G3bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nmlxvzAgtjk/s72-c/nellllyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-526301630826334346</id><published>2008-04-14T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:49:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, I'm proud to announce this week as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOYBAND WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as declared by reca, sam and jess!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll be listening to songs by westlife, backstreet boys, nsync, a1 etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;HAHA reliving primary school days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay to sappy love songs! I'm hooked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN6h4rb5CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D_jGAFUmjGA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN6h4rb5CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D_jGAFUmjGA/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189125918229783586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7f4rb5DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r6jYnfIVlXA/s1600-h/kian.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7f4rb5DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r6jYnfIVlXA/s320/kian.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126983381673010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7gorb5GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rkC9Qrm54Os/s1600-h/shane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7gorb5GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rkC9Qrm54Os/s320/shane.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126996266574946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7gYrb5EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qvv-Cf_zgyI/s1600-h/mark.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7gYrb5EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qvv-Cf_zgyI/s320/mark.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126991971607618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7gYrb5FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gCt6r81emus/s1600-h/nicky+sand.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7gYrb5FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gCt6r81emus/s320/nicky+sand.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126991971607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7g4rb5HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l543WXWkJwU/s1600-h/group.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN7g4rb5HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l543WXWkJwU/s320/group.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189127000561542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-526301630826334346?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/526301630826334346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=526301630826334346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/526301630826334346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/526301630826334346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-all-im-proud-to-announce-this.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uKdAXCASyrU/SAN6h4rb5CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D_jGAFUmjGA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-3210248907487189494</id><published>2008-04-12T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:50:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY HAPPY WEEKENDS! I FEEL LIKE TYPING IN CAPS TODAY. LETS SEE, SINCE THE 30TH OF MARCH, I'VE DONE MANY MANY THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, I'M DONE WITH NAPFA! GOODBYE NAPFA, FOR A YEAR AT LEAST. I THINK MY SCORE SHOULD TALLY UP TO A GOLD, BUT I'LL BE HAPPY EVEN IF IT TURNS OUT TO BE SILVER. 2.4KM RUN WAS GREAT, MANAGED AN ALL-TIME BEST TIMING, THOUGH IT ISN'T THAT FAST COMPARED TO OTHER PEOPLE, BUT I'M HAPPY! SIT-UPS ARE THE BEST, 53! HAHA I FINALLY BEAT SEC 4'S PB! AS A RESULT OF NAPFA, I SUFFERED 3 DAYS OF MUSCLE ACHES, BUT I TRIED! THUS, I'M HAPPY THE WEEK'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, I HAVE TO THROW SHOT PUT. 600 GRAMS TO 4 KILOGRAMS! SO HEAVY! NEVERMIND, I HOPE IT ISN'T PERMANENT. I THINK I'VE GOT TO THROW SHOT PUT NEXT WEEK FOR SPORTS CARNIVAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY, I HAVE BEEN VERY TIRED. I ZONK OUT EVERY NIGHT AFTER HOMEWORK-ING. MANAGED TO GET THROUGH THE 3 TESTS. HOPEFULLY I FARE WELL ENOUGH. PW RESULTS ARE BACK, HAPPY WITH MY B. AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE TO STAY FOR PW NOW. BETWEEN TRAINING AND STUDIES, NOT TO MENTION NUMEROUS TASKS WE HAVE, CLASSMATES AND FRIENDS MAKE EVERYTHING WORTHWHILE. AND THANKS TO YOU TOO! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, I'VE STARTED PLAYING NEOPETS! HAHA THEY ARE SO CUTE. WINNIE THE POOH STICKERS ARE CUTE TOO! I'VE GOT THEM ON MY GC NOW, MAKES ME HAPPY EVERYTIME I USE MY GC! HAHA NEOPETS AND MAPLESTORY AND WINNIE THE POOH, I FEEL SO CHILDISH. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL, I THINK EVERYTHING'S BEEN GREAT, AND I CAN'T BE HAPPIER (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-3210248907487189494?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3210248907487189494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=3210248907487189494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3210248907487189494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3210248907487189494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-happy-weekends-i-feel-like-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-6560604663275103153</id><published>2008-04-07T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:01:09.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest one and only, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, it's our special day today!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year baby!&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy i'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;and relieved that we managed to get through all those tough times together!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always tolerating me, and giving in to me.&lt;br /&gt;especially on unhappy, tired and stressful days&lt;br /&gt;we both have more responsibilities and heavier workload now&lt;br /&gt;more stress!&lt;br /&gt;and together-time may seem fewer and further between,&lt;br /&gt;(that sounds kinda weird, but you get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;but know that you're always on my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-6560604663275103153?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6560604663275103153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=6560604663275103153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6560604663275103153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6560604663275103153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-one-and-only-hello-its-our.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5944383781653889624</id><published>2008-03-30T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:38:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>end of yet another unproductive weekend. i am very tired. i want to sleep. i've got math tutorial to do. i have 2 periods tmr, which means i end at 10. and training is at 5. how nice. 7 freaking hours. anyway i feel fat. i need to like clock extra jogging time. the weather is so hot, i want to sleep. i need to do work. k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5944383781653889624?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5944383781653889624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5944383781653889624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5944383781653889624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5944383781653889624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-yet-another-unproductive-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1618434075890513533</id><published>2008-03-29T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T01:00:57.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, i just realised my blogskin is so boring! i need a revamp. School's been great and all, with stress mounting with each passing day. i do my work regularly but feel so lag, everyone seems so ahead with work, and i want to be there too, be ahead. but i suck, i procrastinate. bad stuff last saturday, but i'm glad everything blew over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of your unhappiness. I feel a need to stand up for my friends for everything bad you said. Can't we just live in peace? sometimes i'm glad i'm out of it. thanks for everything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time-table sucks, i have so many free periods that i've failed to utilise. i hope the new time=table is good. no more chinese!  but i wish pw lessons would be free periods too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss pool and horror movies, time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: like about 8 weeks to h1s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STUDY YOU IDIOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1618434075890513533?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1618434075890513533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1618434075890513533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1618434075890513533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1618434075890513533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-i-just-realised-my-blogskin-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8609487895671861192</id><published>2008-03-03T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:28:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, school was as per normal today, except that the j2s are having CTs. I'm glad i'm not in their position, they all looked so stressed and i feel quite carefree. For now, that is. The clock's ticking and Mid Years will soon be here. I need those E grades! Despite doing work rather diligently so far, I'm afraid I'll screw it all up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning started with me trying my very best to get to school earlier to open the stupid door. I actually woke up 30mins earlier than usual! Fair attempt i think. However, my efforts were all in vain when i realised that someone has already collected in my name, thus causing the office lady to assume that i was trying to anyhow use my class HTC's name to collect the key. But wth, why would i claim I'm Reca if I'm not? Due to the lack of sleep, i was cranky and irritable, and i shall not elaborate. Oh, now that T7 is back in our previous classroom, it feels like dejavu. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day passed fairly quickly, as usual the crappiness and laughter make everything better! Trip to Popular with sam and jess after school to get some materials to decorate the board. More stay-backs after school ): Had a fun time talking about almost everything! Super tired when i reached home, but pushed myself to go for a run so as to ease the guilt of skipping trainings. Damn my weak determination, I'm forever procrastinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get some work done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why does it feel like you're slipping away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8609487895671861192?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8609487895671861192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8609487895671861192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8609487895671861192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8609487895671861192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-school-was-as-per-normal-today.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4826772574076787785</id><published>2008-03-01T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:58:58.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's back to studying again. i love my new class! we have a laughing club, and we have random laughing fits over nothing. haha school work's pretty much manageable, though i can feel procrastination kicking in. hope i'll be able to do my job well as a htc, feels kinda weird, so different from last year. anyway, jess is my new studying buddy, we're aiming Cs! well hopefully, i can do it. i'm in my class' junior class, which means we can do sports day together! holidays' coming in a week's time, i can't wait! good luck for common tests! damn common tests. i have to go home alone the whole of next week, but i'm looking forward to friday and saturday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think the little girl's cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saNmHdMsuuc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saNmHdMsuuc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4826772574076787785?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4826772574076787785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4826772574076787785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4826772574076787785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4826772574076787785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-back-to-studying-again.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8830855996801368675</id><published>2008-02-19T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:50:30.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i have been having fun. i like frisbee, but today's the last lesson. so tired, didn't have much of a weekend. vday was niceee, but i had to end lessons at 5pm! ): friday was pretty much an uneventful day. i didn't go for rockafella, i watched PS I Love You instead. call me stupid, but i love the show and the company which i was in. Spent a nice quiet afternoon with hy on saturday before rushing off to &lt;em&gt;lao &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;yusheng&lt;/em&gt;with family. sunday was class outing day, pool and dinner at hip diners at cine. the cheese fondue is yummy! haha i wanna try the chocolate fondue someday! monday was lectures tutorials training. javelin javelin javelin =/&lt;br /&gt;today was slack day. sd slack pe fun then 3 lectures in a row. then yay school's over. now there's orientation tmr. yay for o4! ): i am so bored, off to do something better. byeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Softly we tremble tonight&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect fading smiles are all that's left in sight&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd never leave&lt;br /&gt;you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;I'm not satisfied with where&lt;br /&gt;I'm at in life&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy? &lt;br /&gt;With all I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;it comes with a price. &lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy? &lt;br /&gt;With all I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;it comes with a price. &lt;br /&gt;You said,&lt;br /&gt;you said that you would die&lt;br /&gt;for me... &lt;br /&gt;We made plans to grow old&lt;br /&gt;Believe me there was truth in&lt;br /&gt;all those stories that I told. &lt;br /&gt;Lost in a simple game&lt;br /&gt;Cat and mouse are we the same people &lt;br /&gt;As before this came to light? &lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy? &lt;br /&gt;With all I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;it comes with a price. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8830855996801368675?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8830855996801368675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8830855996801368675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8830855996801368675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8830855996801368675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-i-have-been-having-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-6558616551052003162</id><published>2008-02-10T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:27:35.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i am bored and thus im here to crap. im supposed to be revising for my geog test but i cant bring myself to start. so sad its back to school tmr, same old routine. well at least there're friends who make it all better (: mahjong has been my date for the past 3 nights with dearest cousins. i wished i was doing that right now, wonder when i'll see them again, especially my newfound friend in one of my cousins. okay i dont make sense. i got sabo-ed on cny day1 by my wonderful aunt, who tactlessly grilled me about boyfriend infront of everyone + dad. how embarrassing. i hope nothing bad happens. oh i've been reading this book called otherwise engaged and a particular sentence in the book made me stop and think. "Not that Mike isn't a great guy, but you haven't had a chance to be on your own, to live a little. how can you know this is what you want if you have nothing to compare it to?" random sentence but i thought it made alot of sense. okay i'm off to catch up with hy, who i've not spoken to since like wednesday. byeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I feel like the world is against me&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice baby that’s what saves me&lt;br /&gt;When we’re together I feel so invincible&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be days we’ll be on different sides&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn’t last too long &lt;br /&gt;We find ways to get it on track&lt;br /&gt;We know how to turn back on&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I can’t keep it together&lt;br /&gt;then you hold me close and you make it better&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you I can feel so unbreakable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-6558616551052003162?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6558616551052003162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=6558616551052003162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6558616551052003162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6558616551052003162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-i-am-bored-and-thus-im-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8938587894675810714</id><published>2008-02-07T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:03:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the 7th again (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'd go anywhere for you &lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you asked me to &lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you &lt;br /&gt;Anything you want me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk halfway around the world &lt;br /&gt;For just one kiss from you &lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the call of love &lt;br /&gt;The sun, the stars, the moon &lt;br /&gt;As long as your love's there to lead me &lt;br /&gt;I won't lose my way believe me &lt;br /&gt;Even through the darkest night you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;I'd go anywhere for you &lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you asked me to &lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you &lt;br /&gt;Anything you want me to &lt;br /&gt;Your love as far as I can see &lt;br /&gt;Is all I'm ever gonna need &lt;br /&gt;There's one thing for sure &lt;br /&gt;I know it's true &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd go anywhere for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that dreams were just &lt;br /&gt;For sentimental fools &lt;br /&gt;And I'd never find someone &lt;br /&gt;Who'd give their love so true &lt;br /&gt;But I knew the very minute &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't live my life without you in it &lt;br /&gt;And now I want the whole world &lt;br /&gt;To know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything! you've been wonderful, making this transition a whole lot easier! love you! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8938587894675810714?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8938587894675810714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8938587894675810714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8938587894675810714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8938587894675810714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-7th-again.html' title='it&apos;s the 7th again (:'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-184039269068149585</id><published>2008-02-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:08:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fast, its February already. I've spent one month being a j1 all over again. things are still pretty okay, and I've met some nice friends, with this particular incident tat happened on sunday night. I'LL WIN HANDS-DOWN! MUAHAHA! there are a few queer ones, but i shan't name names. work's fine, and i really hope i do pass the math CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;february always means vday! haha can't wait to give my many-presents-in-one gift to hy! so sad, we can't go out on vday. he ends school at 4, while i end at 5pm! ): nvm i'll know we'll make it up somehow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year in 3 days! yay time for blackjack and mahjong and alcohol and angpaos!  and time for me and hy to brush up on our teochew, and try to speak properly during cny. at least we're both teochews! (: the so-called teochew speaking practice we had sounds retarded, but communicating in our dialect after training today was quite fun too. the rest could only understand bits of our conversation! cheap thrill! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im so glad i made use of my 1hr history tutorial break today to complete my econs tutorial. haha knowing i'll slack once i'm home, i had to push myself to do work during my breaks. haha i sound like a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe tmr, frisbeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to be loved by you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-184039269068149585?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/184039269068149585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=184039269068149585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/184039269068149585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/184039269068149585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-fast-its-february-already.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8877575036120314866</id><published>2008-01-24T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:25:23.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay long weekend break! no school tmr! classes ended at 11 today cos of release of o levels results. i can't believe i can actually spend 5 hours waiting for hy, who ended classes at 4pm! okay i killed the 1st 2 hours with sam and melody, then did my work in the library for the next 2 hours+, then took a break and slacked in the canteen for the last 45mins! hahaha i feel somewhat accomplished. if only. therefore, i declare tonight a slack night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everybody did fine for o levels! can't wait for training to be over tmr, sushi buffet with fielders! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8877575036120314866?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8877575036120314866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8877575036120314866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8877575036120314866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8877575036120314866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-long-weekend-break-no-school-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1279493914017684756</id><published>2008-01-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:30:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've never even spoken to you before, why must you say that about me? jerk, don't you judge me without knowing me, thats all i can say. so superficial. i do not need your unnecessary comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on a brighter note..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yay its the weekends again!  haha i love weekends! because there's a nice tv program in the morning! haha i love watching the legend of the eight immortals! LU DONG BIN is so cool in the show! but damn the actor himself is already 40 odd now. weekends = sleep!!! dreams are nice, i can whack ppl up in them! haha i wanna go for sushi buffet! salmon sashimi &lt;333 okay this is so random. i need to start doing homework. cannot lag, i must keep up with the times, the j1s are so muggerish!&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i shall list stuff and cancel them off, makes me feel more accomplished! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOMEWORK:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. BINOMIAL THEOREM TUTORIAL&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. P.F AND B.T MINDMAP (PERSONAL)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. STUDY FOR ECONS TEST, which is next tut, which is on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. GEOGRAPHY TUTORIAL&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. ECONS TUTORIAL 3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. CHEMISTRY QN 12 TO 30, &lt;s&gt;esp Q12, Q16 TO 21 (DUE ON MONDAY)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THINGS TO DO IF HIGH ENTHUSIASM STRIKES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. READ GP READINGS? &lt;br /&gt;8. READ MY NOTESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA OKAY i shall report my progress in 24hrs time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: HAHA EXACTLY 24hrs! havent done much, strike-outs include blanks for questions that i dunno how to do. haha i spent my whole afternoon playing pokemon emerald! only to realised that i couldn't save the game, so sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1279493914017684756?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1279493914017684756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1279493914017684756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1279493914017684756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1279493914017684756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-never-even-spoken-to-you-before-why.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2901271579091289522</id><published>2008-01-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:04:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of orientation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite tired after all the activities. Introductory lectures tmr, i'm gonna try stay awake! school start = work = less bored/more fulfilling = must do well = stress?? =/&lt;br /&gt;yay my rashes are getting better, hopefully they leave no scars! i've enough of living with such rashes-infested knees, its so disgusting when i sit down! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels weird not being in contact with you, although i know its only temporary. well on the other hand, we both have time to complete our stuff. it feels so quiet, i'm so used to receiving your msgs, seeing you online that it feels kinda empty to find you beyond reach. i wonder what you're doing now hmm cheer up alrights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay new start tmr, goodnights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2901271579091289522?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2901271579091289522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2901271579091289522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2901271579091289522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2901271579091289522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1340765070641016529</id><published>2008-01-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:23:36.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And my best friend is.... CALAMINE LOTION!</title><content type='html'>DAMN ITCHY!&lt;br /&gt;orientation at PA today. flour + soap + mud + grass + more mud = rashes! =(&lt;br /&gt;long queue to bathe so i ate first then ponned mass dance to bathe. decided to pon the rest of the day and training and just go home. the itch was only starting, on my calves. now it's like everywhere! i wanna cry and scratch like mad! finally weekends again, but I'm feeling too uncomfortable to relax. Classes will be announced next Monday, can't wait, wonder who'll be in my class. But they can never ever replace 1T07(2007)! haha call me crazy but i was so bored i did half of partial fractions tutorial last night! omg damn itchy, off to apply lotion again, cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1340765070641016529?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1340765070641016529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1340765070641016529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1340765070641016529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1340765070641016529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-my-best-friend-is-calamine-lotion.html' title='And my best friend is.... CALAMINE LOTION!'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8714244882618620025</id><published>2008-01-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:04:44.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o1: FERVOUR</title><content type='html'>orientation:&lt;br /&gt;first day was boring: icebreakers -&gt; subject talk then mass dance and more bonding games. the admin stuff at the end was sian, they took so long!&lt;br /&gt;second day more fun: registration then mass dance. i skipped school songs and cheers to slack then games all the way till 4! dodgeball and capt ball were fun. but the admin stuff took super duper long! so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;there's cca bazaar at 3 tmr, hope they can let me off earlier.i don't need a new cca anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTIONS (okay this is overdue but here goes..)&lt;br /&gt;1. Pass EVERYTHING (MUST anyway, stupid contract, hmm a C average looks nice, but aim pass first)&lt;br /&gt;2. STUDY HARD, MUG! STOP PROCRASTINATION!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Do all my tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;3. Juggle everything.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose weight? (hmm not necessarily skinner, but fitter!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Start saving $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep earlier, so as to prevent dozing off during tuorials and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be happy!&lt;br /&gt;8. [the last one's for hy, he knows what it is anyway. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats about it i think. orientation is quite tiring.&lt;br /&gt;PA tmr, hope it'll be as fun as last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe surrounded by a million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone, I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I gotta come home&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside when everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not come along with me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause this was not your dream, but you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8714244882618620025?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8714244882618620025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8714244882618620025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8714244882618620025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8714244882618620025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2008/01/o1-fervour.html' title='o1: FERVOUR'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5001689518383963734</id><published>2007-12-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:54:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny how i agree to others' plans so easily, but when it comes to me organising, friends would come up with all kinds of reasons and excuses that they cant make it, and my plans would always fail. when i need someone to talk to, its hard to get someone who'll listen and give me some advice. i feel so sad and loserish. am i that detestable? i wonder whats gonna happen next year, don't want things to change drastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things weren't all smooth this past week, i've got feelings too okay. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5001689518383963734?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5001689518383963734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5001689518383963734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5001689518383963734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5001689518383963734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-of-sight-out-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-3213365610629213405</id><published>2007-12-21T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:22:52.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna grow up! ):</title><content type='html'>omg after today's work, im sick of dirty dishes and singaporeans! 9.5 hrs = $$ but the amount of dishes i washed today was horrendous, they just kept coming! and it so doesnt help when she's only a sec 1 who stands at the cash register, merely taking orders, leaving me running around serving, clearing, washing, mopping and making drinks. i feel underpaid! haha "how come my order is at 14.15 and his at 14.27 and he gets his food first.. do you know whats first and second? haven't you been taught queueing system, first come first served?" lol petty humans. needless to say, i got scolded quite a few times cos we couldnt cope with the overwhelming orders and the fact that i can't possibly be doing all of the above 5 things simultaneously. i so wished i was younger, then i didnt have to answer for anything. haha and i can't imagine working life next time! omg i better get something i enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: HY's visit! (:&lt;br /&gt;haha that lazy bum finally made his way down to science centre to visit me! and thats cos he was at commonwealth, but i shan't complain. haha he came with aaron and she mistook them for weird guys and told me to get their orders. haha i was feeling so sian like wth have to face another annoying customer. haha nice surprise! he lied to me hat he was going to play lan lar. haha but he was so bored he stayed for awhile and left when i mentioned that there was a k-pool nearby. oh wells, typical hy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to note this down: happy 8th was spent embarrasing myself at the ice-skating rink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with penelope, ching and audrey on tuesday! haha i love sitting down and just chatting and talking about random happenings in our lives. i need to go shopping soon. must get christmas presents and stuff. oh i wanna go new year countdown at esplanade!! i hope that dad's good mood from painting the house would let me out. hmm i shall attempt to make resolutions and try keep them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im a noob, i can't seem to change my blogskin! getting bored of it. help, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss TAY HAO YUAN now =(&lt;br /&gt;goodnights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my spouse would have to be DEAF, MUTE AND BLIND!&lt;br /&gt;hmph i am sad, you just cursed me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-3213365610629213405?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3213365610629213405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=3213365610629213405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3213365610629213405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3213365610629213405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna grow up! ):'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5345124297398224575</id><published>2007-11-25T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:41:46.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring post</title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so lazy to blog recently. all i do is maple, i know i sound nuts. besides maple, there are trainings which've never failed to make me have muscle aches all over after them. haha i shall take it as a sign that i'm toning up! haha oh and not forgetting pool with hy. my activities are seriously boring. i need to do other stuff before school starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so far only 3 have been accomplished. oh wells, shall just enjoy hols. speaking of which, i'm gonna be away at track chalet from tmr till tues. 3 days 2 nights, hope it'll be worth my time and $$. i'm getting boring, gotta go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5345124297398224575?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5345124297398224575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5345124297398224575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5345124297398224575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5345124297398224575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/11/boring-post.html' title='A boring post'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1100253157563821468</id><published>2007-11-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:05:50.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning?</title><content type='html'>met brother paul today, have to sign a contract for retaining. guess i'm officially no more in 1T07. =/ had training which i went late and luckily missed the 3.2km run and launches! spent the afternoon at home playing ps1 crash team racing with hy haha retarded i know. oh and i've been mapling, like some addict, and i'm level 87. haha 3 more levels to go to 90, can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught the game plan on the 7th! (: funny and touching movie. a break from my usual horrors and thrillers. i think its a should-watch. haha and training started on the 7th! so sad. my slacking days are gone, now i have to live with muscle aches due to sedentary lifestyle the past few months. i seriously think i'm gonna be super unfit and stuff when i leave school. oh how can i forget! i got westlife newest album too! i still think 'home' is nice, still trying to familiarise myself with the new songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my phone is at repairs again! oh work last week was fine, i got complimented and was recommended to go back again cos they think i 'did better than others'! hahaha quite happy since its my first job, but this means i have to work tomorrow and sunday. dad's flying off tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i dun really make sense or links. &lt;br /&gt;hmmm i wanna go ice-skate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to maple and rest for work tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you know when you’re around&lt;br /&gt;My heart won’t it can’t slow down&lt;br /&gt;It beats so hard it makes it hard&lt;br /&gt;To catch my breath, to catch my breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1100253157563821468?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1100253157563821468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1100253157563821468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1100253157563821468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1100253157563821468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning?'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4805399630769891884</id><published>2007-10-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:07:04.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing.</title><content type='html'>yay bye bye pw! op today(or rather yesterday), went pretty well i think. hopefully it'll get some nice grade. town-ed after with some of t7 girls, and i got in touch with my former bookworm-ish self by heading to the library after and borrow 4 books! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese As down.&lt;br /&gt;pw down.&lt;br /&gt;next: my fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distant uncle of mine passed away last sunday. I felt kinda sad, although i've never met him before in my life. imagine his family, it must be hard on them. I saw how my friend struggled two years ago when her dad passed away suddenly due to heart attack. I don't wish for that to happen to anyone, especially those i hold dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad isn't home again today. apparently he came home and packed his bag at 5pm and left for indonesia. how sudden, i hope he'll be back safely. i remembered how i used to cry everytime he flies off to somewhere. i used to be afraid that it'll be the last time i'll ever see him, and i still am afraid. moreover, this time i didnt even speak to him before he left. only found out he's not coming home when mum went to sleep alone. i don't even know when he'll be back! argh why is dad like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gotta rest for tomorrow's outing! nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. pam, all the best! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4805399630769891884?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4805399630769891884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4805399630769891884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4805399630769891884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4805399630769891884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/10/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s missing.'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4699114423596664228</id><published>2007-10-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:06:00.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>okay results are out and i'm out of T07. expected but still i'm sad. kinda happy i didn't really have a clique or specific someone whom i stuck to in the class, it'll be harder that way. i really don't wanna retain. this sucks, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh chinese As are over! say bye bye to chinese! haha OP tomorrow and i'm free for the hols! gonna enjoy. oh find me at cafe heart at science centre this sat and sun from 12pm to 4pm if you have nothing better to do. i'll be working. sad, but oh wells. i need to start planning list of things to do, get and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i blog about random and mundane stuff, i need to write more intellectually. haha probably one day when maple has a patch or something. oh and when are you guys starting to play? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a cheap rubiks cube today. $1.50. figured since i'm a beginner i do not need the pro one. save the cash. argh i think i need a job. lack of $$$! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised when next year comes round, i'll have to start all over again! oh noes, i hope they accept my laughter and randomness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is getting nowhere, i'm off to rubiks cube! &lt;br /&gt;nights world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days to BACK HOME!&lt;br /&gt;8 days to 7th! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4699114423596664228?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4699114423596664228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4699114423596664228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4699114423596664228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4699114423596664228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/10/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-3541176072738180939</id><published>2007-10-23T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:48:18.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271552717" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1240477277&amp;playerId=271552717&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://services.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="510" height="610" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-3541176072738180939?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3541176072738180939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=3541176072738180939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3541176072738180939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3541176072738180939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-6770718174821904183</id><published>2007-10-20T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:46:43.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my EVERYTHING!</title><content type='html'>You’re a falling star, You’re the get away car.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;br /&gt;And You’re the perfect thing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play your card, but it’s kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don’t pretend, that you don’t know it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, it’s you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You’re every minute of my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t believe, uh that I’m your &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we’ll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that’s what our love can do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, it’s you, You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, it’s you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.&lt;br /&gt;You’re every song, and I sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re my everything.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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EVERYTHING!'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4479241507347304224</id><published>2007-10-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:07:06.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how do I say, do I say goodbye?</title><content type='html'>Half my results are out. &lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed. &lt;br /&gt;Majorly. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to leave 1T07,&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to leave cj if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;I love my class, I really do&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;T7: Thanks for the laughter, joy and friendship! &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always look back, as I walk away,&lt;br /&gt;this memory will last for eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4479241507347304224?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4479241507347304224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4479241507347304224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4479241507347304224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4479241507347304224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-how-do-i-say-do-i-say-goodbye.html' title='So how do I say, do I say goodbye?'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2745568146001826190</id><published>2007-10-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:42:46.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want holidays!</title><content type='html'>hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2s are over!! but i think i'm gonna do badly for promos. =/ shall not think about it and have fun first. i think we haven't gone out to have fun for so long that we have no idea what to do when we go out. so we ended up with pool again. caught balls of fury today. comedies are quite good substitutes for horror. noroi: the curse looks nice, hopefully i'll get to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's stupid but i've been playing maplestory since friday. it used to be addictive because it was a great escape from reality. but i don't know what is it now. =/ okay i'm too lazy to type anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hero sounds so gay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2745568146001826190?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2745568146001826190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2745568146001826190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2745568146001826190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2745568146001826190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-holidays.html' title='i want holidays!'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4907086737020649702</id><published>2007-09-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:11:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong,&lt;br /&gt;but she still sleeps with her light on,&lt;br /&gt;and she acts like&lt;br /&gt;It's all right on, as she smiles again her mother lies there sick with cancer,&lt;br /&gt;and her friends don't understand her,&lt;br /&gt;she's a question without answers,&lt;br /&gt;who feels like falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;She knows, she's so much more than worthless,&lt;br /&gt;but she needs to find her purpose,&lt;br /&gt;she wonders what she did to deserve this and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;show me what this life is all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4907086737020649702?l=x-exclusivo.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-2858915046535545083.post-6893085400662745998</id><published>2007-09-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:12:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep-deprived.</title><content type='html'>The birthday joy is over. Omg, I love the ring! I'm glad he loves stitchie too! Haha. Wells anyway, I spent my birthday with my special someone at east coast beach. At sunset, we strolled and found breakwater 7, climbed on it and he gave me my present. He knows how much the number means to me! Oh anyway, it was our 5th month too. Time really flies. Then we sat on the beach and watch the sunset and the sky was beautiful with millions of stars! Damn nice! Haha. It's the best birthday ever! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town-ed on saturday to collect both our repaired phones. Damn Nokia queue was a freaking TWO hours and they didn't even repair the most important problem of all -- reception! =( Spent some time at our usual place. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, HY's day! Spent it queueing up to repair my stupid phone again. Tuesday was spent learning binomial and AP GP at Burger King. Wednesday, repair his phone again, our phones are really screwy. Thursday's a nice short study session at Burger King before he rushed home for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know,&lt;br /&gt;stereotypes about physical appearances and perfection are stupid. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone wishes for perfection, &lt;br /&gt;but everyone is unique in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;I think you're amazingly wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;please believe in yourself too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a storm against the window&lt;br /&gt;Follow me around just like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;I'll swim in a never-ending ocean&lt;br /&gt;Until you bring back your devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I live a thousand lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for the one that feels right&lt;br /&gt;See, moving on just isn't easy&lt;br /&gt;You lit the fire that I'm burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is protect it&lt;br /&gt;A life for the sake of my pride &lt;br /&gt;While all the others had me thinking &lt;br /&gt;we could be more than just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-6893085400662745998?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6893085400662745998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=6893085400662745998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6893085400662745998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6893085400662745998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep-deprived.'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-3895318324474073248</id><published>2007-09-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:52:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sixteen no more.. soon</title><content type='html'>Okay 15 minutes more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reflect! Sixteen's been full of changes. Leaving secondary school, making new friends in JC; quitting my addiction to maplestory; blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;I'm high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went town with the clique today! They bought me the Adidas bag which I wanted! Yay! Ate lunch at NYDC, my treat! Haha. They got me sunflower too! And this push-pop sunflower thing from teow + 2 cards! I love bestie's card, it makes me miss her and the times we had in IJ. Yes best friend, you're exclusive! Thank you for the friendship we share! Those were the days.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be off now! Be back when I'm 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-3!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-3895318324474073248?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3895318324474073248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=3895318324474073248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3895318324474073248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3895318324474073248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-sixteen-no-more-soon.html' title='sweet sixteen no more.. soon'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-381252026858880295</id><published>2007-09-02T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:19:19.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First September Post.</title><content type='html'>Finally, the September holidays! &lt;br /&gt;Note: This is quite a long post for my record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to IJ yesterday, everything seems pretty much the same. I'm kinda sad that the field team there is extinct now. If only I made a greater effort recruiting juniors back when I was there. Only the Chinese Language teachers seem to remember my name instantaneously. That seems kinda sad in some weird way. Haha. Met up with the clique - Ching, Sam, Audrey, Vic and Melissa. Although 2 of them are in CJ, it still feels like I've not talked to any of them for a long time, except for Sam. Town-ed after with Aud, Ching and Vic, we talked like we haven't met for years. I miss them, their laughter, randomness and high talking speed. Vic left after lunch to meet her classmates for movie. The rest of us slacked around for awhile before Aud left for home while Ching and I decided to play pool. Cine K-Pool was super crowded and my game was crap beyond my usual shitty-ness. Haha. We got bored after awhile. Bus-ed home with her, we concluded the bus arrival timings system is quite useless. Haha. Finally caught up with my bestie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning feeling hardworking. Watched Pokemon on Kids Central, and after a few hours of aimless clicking arond on the computer, I finally got my ass out of the house and to Woodlands Library. I finally started and although it's not much, I feel a sense of accomplishment! Met hy at 6pm for a movie date - Dead Silence! Omg, I declare dolls and dummies to be the ulimate scare. I've never felt so scared watching a horror movie since Doll Master. Anyway, Dead Silence is basically a horror story about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"old ladies, ventriloquist dummies, decrepit small-towns, and dolls. Newlyweds Jamie and Lisa Ashen putter lovingly about their apartment far from their hometown of Raven's Fair...when a knock on the door leads the lovebirds to discover an unmarked box containing a worn but eerily lifelike ventriloquist's dummy. Lisa is all too friendly towards the doll and gets what's coming to her when Jamie goes out to pick up some takeout, returning to find his wife's mangled body (minus her tongue) propped up like the dummy seemingly responsible for her death. With detective Jim Lipton on his heels, and a very guilty dummy in his passenger seat, grieving Jamie returns to Raven's Fair with the hunch that his wife's death is linked to the town's murdered ventriloquist, Mary Shaw. Once grand, Raven's Fair is now in a state of decay, and many of its inhabitants have died mysterious and brutal deaths in the years since Jamie was last home. Jamie arrives at his wealthy father's home, only to find a young new bride by his side. No one wants to talk about Mary Shaw, let alone whisper her name. If Jamie is going to get to the bottom of the Mary Shaw legend, he'll have to face the town's past on his own."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To simply put it, it is the best horror movie I've seen so far! Haha. I hope I'll have dummies-free dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner followed by doughnut-queueing. We were on our way to the bus interchange when I saw this dishrevelled old man sitting in the middle of the walkway outside the MRT station. He lost half his left leg, and had a paper box infront of him. I watched him from afar. Each time someone drops some money into his paper box, he would hastily pick the few coins up and keep them in his chest pocket. He must really be afraid that someone would grab his "earnings" and run off. Feeling sorry, I turned back and walked up to him and drop $1.20 into his box. He muttered thanks and as usual, stuffed the coins into his pocket. Thinking back, $1.20 can't buy much. It burst my sense of accomplishment bubble. I feel sad for him and he made me appreciate what I have more. Perhaps I should have given him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's 3.05am, yawn-induced tears are starting to blur my eyes. Bedtime!&lt;br /&gt;Nights world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves from me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-381252026858880295?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/381252026858880295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=381252026858880295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/381252026858880295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/381252026858880295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-september-post.html' title='My First September Post.'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4485540720408298958</id><published>2007-08-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:21:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Woke up coughing like mad, therefore didn't attend school today. Managed to sleep in. (: Silly boy didn't go school too, and he came over. I finally sent my screwy phone for repairs, hopefully I'll get it back by next thursday! Everything went well besides the fact I didn't touch anything related to studies till now. I just remembered that there's Chemistry test tomorrow. Hmm, I shall put in some effort this time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll be running through my mind till we meet again &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4485540720408298958?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4485540720408298958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4485540720408298958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4485540720408298958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4485540720408298958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-happy-day.html' title='Wednesday, Happy Day!'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2694435393090567941</id><published>2007-08-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:31:54.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh freak!</title><content type='html'>I just realised promos is damn near! There's like less than 30 days to geography paper! Oh wells, wanted to skip school tomorrow, but changed my mind. I feel so cheated today! I went to school looking forward to playing games during PE and it &lt;strong&gt;RAINED&lt;/strong&gt;! I should have just stayed at home and skip that boring two hours of GP. I could have caught up on lost sleep and revision. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to promos, another deadline is just around the corner - dear hy's birthday! &lt;strong&gt;Thirteen&lt;/strong&gt; days to his day and&lt;strong&gt; TWELVE &lt;/strong&gt;for me to get him a decent present! That isn't much time as more than half my time would probably be devoted to my task of trying to be studious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow, hopefully there's ultimate frisbee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I better go, I hear my work and bed crying out to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you, i'd withstand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2694435393090567941?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2694435393090567941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2694435393090567941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2694435393090567941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2694435393090567941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-freak.html' title='oh freak!'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-3886307554974255913</id><published>2007-08-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:25:52.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff sniff, cough cough*</title><content type='html'>Damn I'm sick, I don't know why and hy is adamant that it's due to my lack of sleep. Oh wells, how isn't important anymore, I must get better ASAP. I hate feeling so weak and sick. Should I attend school tomorrow? I want PE and Econs Lect, but double GP is a total turn-off. I shall sleep on it and decide tomorrow morning. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I don't feel guilt for not doing work! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESSENTIALS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;hydrogen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hydrogen hugs (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-3886307554974255913?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3886307554974255913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=3886307554974255913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3886307554974255913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/3886307554974255913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sniff-sniff-cough-cough.html' title='*sniff sniff, cough cough*'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4151896131388921825</id><published>2007-08-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:38:21.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT RETARDEDLY STUPID</title><content type='html'>Ultimate frisbee is fun, after yesterday's game during training which my team won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was sleep-inducing. Well, i have poor grasp of English and I can't write. I'm W.G.I and everything thats related to dumb or stupid. Perhaps i'm taking it too hard. Sometimes i wonder what the hell am I doing in a JC. I'm falling behind everyone else, and no matter how I read, there's always this sinking feeling that I'll end up failing the test next day. Examinations never seem this hard to pass, I've never had so much at stake for an examination. Sometimes I feel like I'm close to breaking point, I feel like giving it all up, ending everything, whatever. But I don't have the guts to end my useless life. I know I am lucky to have so much in life, and I can't bear to leave them, especially hy. He doesn't deserve that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ranting and sounding damn emo and sucidal, must be the lack of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Nights world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MISSION 17-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4151896131388921825?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4151896131388921825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4151896131388921825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4151896131388921825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4151896131388921825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-retardedly-stupid.html' title='&lt;s&gt;NOT&lt;/s&gt; RETARDEDLY STUPID'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-538554306691432714</id><published>2007-08-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:46:37.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Thrills &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Okay I don't know what's the link between Tuesday and Thrills. Just being random. School was pretty alright today, except for Math =[ (Mr Ho called me like EIGHT times). Oooh, sqaure smileys looks kinda nice. Anyway, I left school with my dearest today. We planned to get doughnuts from AMK hub then get back to Yishun and study. But our plan fell through cause silly boy accidentally poked his eye while in school. He was in pain and had like triple vision, so I accompanied him to his bus-stop where we sat and chatted till 5+. I just ended a nice long phone conversation with him. And I'm here now wasting more doing homework time. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heart of gold, be your kind self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-MISSION-19-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-538554306691432714?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/538554306691432714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=538554306691432714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/538554306691432714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/538554306691432714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-thrills.html' title='Tuesday Thrills &lt;3'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8473182932700102775</id><published>2007-08-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:28:24.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues..</title><content type='html'>Another school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Econs Oligopoly Essay Outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare notes on effects of TNC by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More Econs Remedial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I managed to get some stuff today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to clear the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8473182932700102775?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8473182932700102775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8473182932700102775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8473182932700102775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8473182932700102775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues..'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-566637883741203146</id><published>2007-08-19T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:14:01.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IN-TRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS TO DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;COMPILE PW SURVEY RESULTS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GP COMPREHENSION&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;ECONS OLIGOPOLY TUTORIAL&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;ECONS REMEDIAL PACKAGE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- APPLICATION OF DIFFERENTIATION TUTORIAL&lt;br /&gt;- MACLAURIN'S SERIES TUTORIAL&lt;br /&gt;- SMALL ANGLES APPROX TUTORIAL&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;GEOGRAPHY TUTORIAL&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ECONS TEST (ALL MKT STRUCTURES)&lt;br /&gt;- POST MID-YR MATH PAPER&lt;br /&gt;- MATH CORRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;- LOTS OF LONG OVERDUED CHEM ASSIGNMENTS&lt;br /&gt;- START MUGGING MY ASS OFF FOR PROMOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, &lt;strong&gt;MY MISSION!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, SEEING THAT THE LIST IS GOING TO GO ON AND ON IF I DON'T GET STARTED, I SHALL START TACKLING SOME OF THEM. BEFORE I BECOME CRANKY AGAIN TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISSION-21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT: FEELS GOOD STRIKING STUFF OUT (: ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-566637883741203146?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/566637883741203146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=566637883741203146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/566637883741203146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/566637883741203146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-in-tray.html' title='MY IN-TRAY'/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4128366308113806884</id><published>2007-08-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:35:59.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sad cause i'm just not happy.</title><content type='html'>this sentence you so often say whenever i ask why you're feeling sad. i never understood, but now i know. shit, i'm starting to sound like you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to contact you now. i really didn't want you to leave, but one of us just had to go first and i'd rather it be you than me. i don't wanna walk away from you. curse that bloody bastard who took your phone, may it suffer a guilt worse than death. give it RETRIBUTION i say! oh wells, it's gonna be 16 more hours till i get to speak to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my windows media player is against me, it just has to play your favourite song now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4128366308113806884?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4128366308113806884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4128366308113806884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4128366308113806884'/><link 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i do. i'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; him/her. i feel helpless, i can't do anything. he's upset and it feels kinda weird comforting him. not that its wrong, but he's always been the stronger one. oh wells, and with the limitations we have now, it's getting harder to contact each other. how much more do they wanna limit us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, a phonecall from a previously close friend made me realise that my reputation was kinda thrashed back in ij. and my mother did it. my dad gave me blank promises and false hopes. they're my parents! who am i supposed to trust if i can't even depend on them? how can a home be a home when i have to watch my step and think everything through before i make a remark or comment. it's stifling, i'd have a better chance expressing myself outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i miss my clique! ching sam aud vic! it was nice meeting up on friday, when are you guys free again? it's hard to find close friends like you all. t7 is of course a wonderful class, providing me with  my daily dose of laughter. but they just aren't the same as you guys, i'm really glad to have my silly boy and sam to count on in school, especially silly boy. they're the people who keep me grounded in this crazy, hectic hell of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my retarded tail-bone! lucky it's getting better, just as long as i don't sit down for too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it, it's only monday! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can kiss away your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2997412472992529875?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2997412472992529875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged for so long. things are much better now!&lt;br /&gt;national day's good, nice long break.&lt;br /&gt;managed to catch fireworks at esplanade, the crowd was oh-my-gosh!&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, the fireworks were preetty, made sweeter when watched with someone special (:&lt;br /&gt;had 4/2 gathering on friday, everyone looks kinda matured now. felt so under-dressed, shouldnt have gone straight from training. managed to catch-up with louisure too! and i think i shall get started on my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause they don't know, how the laughter flies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-604866536367752419?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/604866536367752419/comments/default' 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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-2858915046535545083.post-2695845711707913155</id><published>2007-07-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:04:46.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here we stand, in our secret place,&lt;br /&gt;Where the sound of the crowd is so far away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you take my hand, and it feels like home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We both understand, it's where we belong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I say, do I say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;We both have our dreams, we both wanna fly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So lets take tonight, to carry us through,&lt;br /&gt;The lonely times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always look back, as I walk away,&lt;br /&gt;This memory will last for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;And all of our tears will be lost in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I find my way back to your arms again,&lt;br /&gt;But until that day you know you are,&lt;br /&gt;The [King] of my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take tonight, never let go,&lt;br /&gt;While dancing we'll kiss like there's no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;As the stars sparkle down, like a diamond ring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll treasure this moment 'till we meet again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no matter how far, away you may be,&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and you're in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And there you will be, until we meet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2695845711707913155?l=x-exclusivo.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-2858915046535545083.post-8285951957242293263</id><published>2007-07-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:32:20.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything just fell apart in the last 24 hrs. &lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost, what's gonna happen next?&lt;br /&gt;one month seems damn long&lt;br /&gt;but we'll pull through this together, won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;being childish, and laughing at each other.&lt;br /&gt;our meet-ups after school for our yoshi/subway dinner,&lt;br /&gt;silly little arguments as to who'd go home first.&lt;br /&gt;nightly calls which starts with "how's your day?", &lt;br /&gt;and ends with "good night, love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing you already. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-370022649253709574</id><published>2007-07-22T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:59:48.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ptm wasn't too bad, dad was totally relaxed about the whole thing, which was really great. i get to keep whatever privileges i have now, including my increased allowance and my seemingly unlimited freedom to do whatever i want! dad's really quite an understanding and fun guy, we speak like friends, probably cause our personalities are just too similar. guess it's no wonder why i'm much closer to him compared to mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEEPING WILLOW (the Melancholy, 3rd to 12th sep) - beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathetic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner, loves to make others laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S INCLUSIVE OF HY (10SEP) TOO!&lt;br /&gt;oh i remembered kaiwei telling me, "i don't believe in relationships at this age, getting together = breaking up someday". i used to agree with him, till hy came along. i'm really grateful for such an understanding boyfriend who's also my best friend. i'm glad i don't have to compromise him as punishment for bad results. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-370022649253709574?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/370022649253709574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=370022649253709574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/370022649253709574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/370022649253709574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/07/ptm-wasnt-too-bad-dad-was-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5088782829060273723</id><published>2007-07-20T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:12:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week's been quite eventful. &lt;br /&gt;a level chinese listening compre was okay,&lt;br /&gt;hy lost his phone,&lt;br /&gt;wed night =D&lt;br /&gt;thurs racial harmony day, almost all in class wore a costume! lessons only started after recess. had a nice 2hr+ break where we played random games. grandstands punishment cos of failure to complete geog tutorial. i'm gonna remember that for some time. technically its friday, yay last day before weekends and stupid ptm. hope whatever ms fan says won't limit my freedom. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training begins in less than 24hrs time! how sad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the world stop turning&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun stop burning&lt;br /&gt;Let them tell me love's not worth going through&lt;br /&gt;If it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;I will know deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The only dream that mattered had come true&lt;br /&gt;In this life, I was loved by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5088782829060273723?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5088782829060273723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5088782829060273723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5088782829060273723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5088782829060273723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-weeks-been-quite-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5772481508833447803</id><published>2007-07-14T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:06:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekends seem to be the only thing to look forward to nowadays. got back results this week. beautiful score of DUUUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: GP&lt;br /&gt;U: Math&lt;br /&gt;U: Econs&lt;br /&gt;U: Geog&lt;br /&gt;E: Chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is quite screwed as my H2s are all Us. passing seems impossible now, let alone promoting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better do something to salvage my promos. shall start small, like by completing my assignments on time! spending time with hy isn't compromised since we'll be studying together later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i shall try installing sims 2. haha hopefully it works! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5772481508833447803?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5772481508833447803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5772481508833447803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5772481508833447803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5772481508833447803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekends-seem-to-be-only-thing-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1385517111101516317</id><published>2007-07-09T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:38:08.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PW's a pain, just finished EOM. super crappy, but i cant be bothered anymore. its 2am and my brain seems to have ceased processing logical and sensible thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans cancelled today as hy wasn't feeling that well. went out with family instead. perhaps lack of sleep or some hidden courage, i actually asked my dad if i'm allowed to have a boyfriend. he didn't give me an exact answer, said the choice's mine. not exactly supportive, but not entirely objective either. he kinda said it's impossible to balance both school and relationships, i objected. therefore i think i better start doing all my assignments. =/ i feel relieved, at least i know he wouldn't object haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked over the phone about some stuff today, brought back some unpleasant memories. all the emo shit, sucidal thoughts and stuff. i'm so glad its over and that i'm no longer that. i don't think some would be able to relate the present me to the one a few years back. haha i don't think i'd wanna go back there again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh random but i think having retarded dreams is my forte or something. came to a conclusion thats probably why i enjoy watching horror movies, cause the figure that was in my dream today was more gruesome-looking than any creatures portrayed in those horror flicks. and the little girl wearing red who used to haunt my dreams every night. okay, this is a bad time to be thinking about these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a good way to start that commitment to schoolwork, i left my math notes in school, can't do inequalities tutorial. shall try to complete it while waiting for hy to finish his oral tomorrow. lets hope we don't have to cancel our plans again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright it's 230am, gtg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause we've got a little world of our own &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1385517111101516317?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1385517111101516317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1385517111101516317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1385517111101516317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1385517111101516317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/07/pws-pain-just-finished-eom.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2224644416357672852</id><published>2007-07-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:10:13.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay school's started, and i think i've yet to adjust to school-mode. school's so draining nowadays, lucky i've got my love and friends to keep me going. got back chinese and peeped at chem marks. i think i'm gonna get U for math =/ sucks, but i guess i should have studied harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i'm getting tired of having stupid arguments with XXX. we both have differing views, im keeping my comments to myself, but XXX just has to say some rubbish and it really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nationals began on thurs, mine was ytd. under-performed, seriously i think my attitude sucks. silly boy went to compete despite having headache and fever. he still hasn't recovered, wasn't his active, retarded self today. :( nvm, hopefully he's better tomorrow, then we can spend some quality time together haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know it sounds retarded, but happy 3rd dear, love you! &lt;3333&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2224644416357672852?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2224644416357672852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2224644416357672852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2224644416357672852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2224644416357672852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-schools-started-and-i-think-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2430000217263061458</id><published>2007-07-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:28:24.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay exams are over, although alevels chinese orals is on tues. haha i feel all lovey-dovey or whatever you call it after going out with my love yesterday. hasn't worn off haha. okay enough of that, training tmr, which is sad and nationals is in 6 days! so i shall be a good girl and attend training tmr although its at freaking 8am. anyway mid-year's screwed. watched transformers last thurs, its much better than i expected! went out with elisabeth and grace after chinese on fri, then met up with my clique! ching, vic, sam, aud in town. being &lt;s&gt;greedy&lt;/s&gt; such great lovers of food, we went to check out the chilli crab food festival thing. haha and lucky us, 2 women gave us their free coupons, so we all got free dinners. im sick of crabs now. vic went to take part in some colouring contest, ching went for some speed-eating. they're retarded, i miss them! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby you're that star in my private movie (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2430000217263061458?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2430000217263061458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2430000217263061458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2430000217263061458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2430000217263061458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-exams-are-over-although-alevels.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-328701369594587090</id><published>2007-06-25T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:53:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright an update!&lt;br /&gt;Econs paper tomorrow, I haven't touched my notes.&lt;br /&gt;Geography, phy: only read till earthquakes; human: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Math: practised partial fraction and a bit of binomial theorem -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed and way behind time, feel like just going in and anyhow whack. haha oh wells, it'll be a miracle if I get like 10% out of the 20%. exams end in 2 days!(not counting chinese) and nationals is in 10 days! too close! one month of slacking and having fun, ended off nicely with an outing with my love on friday night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away&lt;br /&gt;If you can use some exotic booze&lt;br /&gt;There's a bar in far Bombay&lt;br /&gt;Come on and fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru&lt;br /&gt;In llama land there's a one-man band&lt;br /&gt;And he'll toot his flute for you&lt;br /&gt;Come on fly with me, let's take off in the blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-328701369594587090?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/328701369594587090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=328701369594587090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/328701369594587090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/328701369594587090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/06/alright-update-econs-paper-tomorrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1601450685887690458</id><published>2007-06-18T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:53:07.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wells, it's officially the start of the last week of holidays. Mid-years are freaking one week away. It's late, I should either be sleeping or mugging, but i got bored of mugging. I just started on Plate tectonics and geography paper is in a week, how screwed can I get? Worst of all, I seem to not mind that I don't care. I guess endless failed tests are demoralising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to be a high flyer, an all-rounder; while the other half just wants to slack my life away and have fun. I'm getting really bad at resisting temptations, thus the latter always seem to triumph the former. I missed those days where I was a hardcore mugger. Studying used to be my life, both my work and leisure. I loved studying and had a weird fetish for challenging math sums. I need to rediscover that kind of enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda down these few days. Oh and nationals is in less than 20 days. I'm far from being prepared and he's still injured. And if being injured isn't enough, a bastard keeps rubbing salt on his wounds. Seriously, what do you have against him? Being all nice and concerned when actually deep down you're freaking happy that he's not able to be back to train regularly. I must have been crazy to contemplate treating you nicer despite all the crap you did way back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, my hair looks horrible now. I went for a haircut on Saturday and the lady who did my hair looked kinda inexperienced and nervous the whole time. It's just my misfortune i guess, can't do anything about it except wait for it to grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could spend every single day left of the holidays with him, somehow those are the only happy times nowadays. But screwing up my own results is bad enough, I don't want to affect him. He's pessimistic about recovering, I can't get all negative too. Squelch the unhappy thoughts, for now I'm gonna be positive and supportive for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one depressing post, I'm going back to my books now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I often wonder why, someone as flawed as I &lt;br /&gt;Deserves to be as happy as you make me&lt;br /&gt;So as the years roll by&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you wherever your heart takes me&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make everything that used to be so big&lt;br /&gt;Seem to be so small since you arrived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1601450685887690458?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1601450685887690458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1601450685887690458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1601450685887690458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1601450685887690458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-wells-its-officially-start-of-last.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-8991119022373070099</id><published>2007-06-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:55:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All around the world&lt;br /&gt;All around the world&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your shield&lt;br /&gt;All around the world &lt;br /&gt;All around the world&lt;br /&gt;Someone's feeling lonely but I know you never will&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it all gets too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head down on my shoulder, a little warmth when it gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know the things, that you're going through&lt;br /&gt;But you can put your head down on my shoulder, wear the storm 'till it blows over&lt;br /&gt;I know you're there for me too, know I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for a change, you're waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;And all that you remember is with you once again&lt;br /&gt;There's a long road ahead and it stretches out for miles&lt;br /&gt;And if you want some company I'll walk with you a while&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when the road gets too rough you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head down on my shoulder, a little warmth when it gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know the things, that you're going through&lt;br /&gt;But you can put your head down on my shoulder, wear the storm 'till it blows over&lt;br /&gt;I know you're there for me too, know I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, for you,&lt;br /&gt;When it all gets too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know the injury's bad. forgive me for being useless and not doing much to help. don't lose hope, everything will be fine though it all seem to be going wrong now. just try your best this upcoming nationals, accept the results be it good or bad. there's still next year, come back and you'll definitely beat him easily. don't give up on javelin. forget what he says, he's just an empty vessel. cheer up k? &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-8991119022373070099?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8991119022373070099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=8991119022373070099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8991119022373070099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/8991119022373070099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-around-world-all-around-world.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-4589735072248071541</id><published>2007-06-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:28:51.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ponned more than 2 trainings.&lt;br /&gt;i finally went to pierce a 2nd earhole ytd.&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from track camp, which i skipped the after-training half of it cuz my bed was calling out to me.&lt;br /&gt;i watched fantastic 4: rise of the silver surfer today after training with hy.&lt;br /&gt;training today's rubbish, i got everything wrong, even simple drills, while someone did it perfectly well and demoralised me and him.&lt;br /&gt;i havent hit my books.&lt;br /&gt;7th of june was spent watching shrek 3 only, because he had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;so we made it up on 8th june, which i unfortunately overslept and missed training.&lt;br /&gt;night of 8th june was memorable.&lt;br /&gt;oh 5th june i went for a french manicure! haha&lt;br /&gt;9th june was totally boring, i slacked at home.&lt;br /&gt;11th june's plan was totally scrapped and i ended up catching up with my primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;i reached home at 12+am, talked till 2+ and was crazy enough to start baking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;only managed to sleep at 6am, hy thought i went mad as i couldnt tell him the cookies were for him.&lt;br /&gt;due to unearthly sleeping time, i missed training once again on 12th june.&lt;br /&gt;went out to sembawang park, had a nice time. (:&lt;br /&gt;reported to camp the next day at freaking 8am, and spent the next 4 hours slacking cuz trackers were having training.&lt;br /&gt;we fielders went to town, taka basement and couldnt resist the food.&lt;br /&gt;pierced ear with angie.&lt;br /&gt;back to school for games which was gross with paint, chocolate sauce and kiwi shoe polish thing. powerpuff girls. bathed, had bbq. &lt;br /&gt;us fielders took the solid fuel fire thing and went to the fitness corner nearby and roast marshmallows. yummy xD but we're gonna die early. &lt;br /&gt;movie in LT2, remember the titans or something. fielder girls decided to sleep out. in the quadrangle under the stars, with him nearby.&lt;br /&gt;played bridge, murderer and detective, bluff, polar bear and hunter.&lt;br /&gt;watched 300 at 1am. disc kinda spoilt so movie was laggy, gave up and slept at 3+&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6+ for training.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that basically summarises the 12 days that i MIA-ed, shall go research some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll always be here for you, dun give up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-4589735072248071541?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4589735072248071541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=4589735072248071541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4589735072248071541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/4589735072248071541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2930610419799594124</id><published>2007-06-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:57:43.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i've been MIA-ing for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;250507&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h1 chem paper and gp paper are like over. gp was rubbish, i didnt finish the AQ. chem was rubbish-er, i think i got all my concepts wrong or something. almost all my answers are different from hy's. =/ at least it's 2 down, 4 more to go. chicken rice + arcade + pool after with lin hui, gabriel, shawn chin, neri and grace. we thrashed gabriel and lin hui 16-4! haha. came home to change before going out to pool again with hy and samuel. reached home 1+ am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;270507&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class cip at esplanade park. only managed a 2 hrs sleep due to unearthly meeting time. met meiling at yishun mrt before meeting the rest at city hall. ij trackers were cip-ing too! haha things got kinda boring, entertained myself with sudoku -.- potc after with class. met jo after that for a catch-up session. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;290507&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy day! started off with geog and math make-up lectures in the morning. went home, change and met hy. being our usual retarded selves, we went escape theme park. haha. i finally discovered the thrill of go-kart. i was too short to drive the last time i went, cos i missed the 1.47m mark by like 2 cm lar! the haunted house was rubbish. and i still can't believe i went on the inverter and the spin-spin ride which i forgot the name. haha everything seems not so thrilling after the stupid challenger ride we took last time at the euro funfair. saw stefan, he look so different. go-karted 4 times and i still feel like go-karting. arcade ended off the day. seems really childish but i had a great time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;300507&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping day! met aud and sam. went zara and WH, where i bought a halter top + skirt. so unlike me =/ walked to heeren, impulsiveness struck and i bought a pair of heels. walked back to taka, bought another top, which was totally unlike me. realised that everything i bought were totally different from my usual dressing. don't ask me why, i wasn't thinking clearly. aud credited hy for that. =/ shopping was fun though. can't wait for ching and vic to be free, so we can all go out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;310507&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vesak day. met ching in toa payoh. as usual, we were both late. she wanted to play pool. and as usual, we crapped. everything went well, till i started sharing some stuff. didn't expect it to affect me, and i kinda found out that my bestie lied about keeping her promise. =/ left when her group members arrived. trained to jurong east to help mum and aunt out at cafe heart. haha. all work, no pay, though i can claim cip hours. didnt expect myself to enjoy it so much that the hours don't seem to matter at all. i guess i wont claim the hours. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;010607&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training in school at 9am. did exercises with medicine ball. an array of sets of exercises which amounted to 180 reps + jumps over hurdles + sprints. felt accomplished! (: went home, napped and got ready for the play. for tonight: halter top + skirt + heels = reca. met hy at yishun interchange before proceeding to school. the PAC was freaking cold. the play was not bad. sat between hy and rach. felt kinda embarrassed by gab. haha. reached home around 11+ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i wanna go pierce another earhole! go east coast/earring shopping with hy, catch-up with the five of us, more shopping with sam and aud, training with ij trackers, more work at cafe heart! err.. i guess mugging isn't gonna take place so soon. no motivation. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2930610419799594124?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2930610419799594124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-2858915046535545083.post-2629582020841695053</id><published>2007-05-14T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:20:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2629582020841695053?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2629582020841695053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2629582020841695053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2629582020841695053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2629582020841695053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn_14.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-5207797018704464216</id><published>2007-05-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:32:04.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's kinda boring recently. getting tired and sick of life. endless rushing, trying to catch up with deadlines. i didnt think being in a jc would equate to this much work. h1 exams are coming, and i dun feel anything. whats wrong with me? i'm still slacking like nobody's business. no drive to work. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i better stop before i start being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do i matter to you?&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-5207797018704464216?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5207797018704464216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=5207797018704464216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5207797018704464216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/5207797018704464216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifes-kinda-boring-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-631093578652202420</id><published>2007-05-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:22:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian, so much undone work. caught spiderman 3! nice show. touching too, right my love? haha. watched it with hy and jasvir. made me think of my dad and my bestie. i'm sure jasvir understood why. spent the whole of saturday playing online games, and now it's sunday again. less than 24 hrs to school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quality &gt; quantity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;because of you, friday was nice (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-631093578652202420?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/631093578652202420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=631093578652202420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;handball was fun. and that stupid experiment which amused the girls. haha. weekdays are boring. school cca home + piles of undone work. and jasvir scares me by waking up at 2am to complete her work. i feel guilty now. countless failed tests, i guess i better start doing something about it. lets hope this time i do get something done. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how friends come and go,&lt;br /&gt;how people change.&lt;br /&gt;confidant one moment,&lt;br /&gt;a total stranger the next.&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats just something we have to get used to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1635360907023824585?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1635360907023824585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1635360907023824585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1635360907023824585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1635360907023824585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realise-im-getting-lazy-to-maintain.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-65348157144755286</id><published>2007-04-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:14:19.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the result of boredom. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-65348157144755286?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/65348157144755286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=65348157144755286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/65348157144755286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/65348157144755286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/result-of-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-7622978912101633299</id><published>2007-04-27T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:29:47.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We started as friends&lt;br /&gt;But something happened inside me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm reading into everything&lt;br /&gt;There's no sign you hear the lightning, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't ever notice me turning on my charm&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder why I'm always where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it obvious&lt;br /&gt;Done everything but sing it&lt;br /&gt;(I've crushed on you so long, but on and on you get me wrong)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And since you never notice&lt;br /&gt;The way that we belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard you talk about (heard you talk about)&lt;br /&gt;How you want someone just like me (just like me)&lt;br /&gt;But every time I ask you out (time I ask you out)&lt;br /&gt;We never move pass friendly, no no&lt;br /&gt;And you don't ever notice how I stare when we're alone&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder why I keep you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my very first thought in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And my last at nightfall&lt;br /&gt;You are the love that came without warning&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it obvious&lt;br /&gt;So finally I'll sing it&lt;br /&gt;(I've crushed on you so long, oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good with words&lt;br /&gt;And since you never notice&lt;br /&gt;The way that we belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And sing it until the day you're holding me&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted you so long but on and on you get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I more than adore you but since you never seem to see)&lt;br /&gt;Since you never seem to see, so I'll say it in this love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random post, i like this song, haha. today's a good day! i got 5th for shot put and i did some weights! school starts at 11am tmr! yay! haha okay super random. one more day to weekends! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-7622978912101633299?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7622978912101633299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=7622978912101633299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/7622978912101633299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/7622978912101633299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-started-as-friends-but-something.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-2952251258343080472</id><published>2007-04-22T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:50:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is sad, it's sunday night again and as usual, I've not done anything. I've lost the enthusiasm for studies. well, provided it was even there in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, went down to bukit gombak ytd to watch the races. my jr set a new record! i didn't know she was that good when i was still in ij. haha. everyone there seemed to have gotten much better. ching didn't qualify for 100m finals. caught up with huajia when we were walking around trying to keep an eye on all the events. she's super sharp. haha. hy did well too, so happy for him! see, so much worrying for nothing right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha caught cadaver ytd. it's some nc-16 thai horror flick, more of shocking than scary. shall try to watch letters of death next. can't wait for spiderman 3! haha anyway, had stupid dreams last night. dreamt of going to the fridge to find something to eat, only to find my fridge filled with rotten strawberries. it was dumb, seriously. the 2nd one made more sense, but i think it was my guilt conscience or something that caused it. haha shall not go into it. maybe i should just be nicer to some people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i better end off here and do my econs tutorial. TRY to do i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care of your back alright? ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-2952251258343080472?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2952251258343080472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=2952251258343080472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2952251258343080472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/2952251258343080472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-sad-its-sunday-night-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-6976964711734746687</id><published>2007-04-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:30:08.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why some guys are so emo. Seriously, it pisses me off to see what he's telling my friend. It brings back memories of what happened almost three months ago, and it sucks to see a friend going through it. I really feel like going up to him and telling him to fuck off or something. I can't believe he's still trying to shield his ego now, kinda late isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dear friend, you know you'll always have my support! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I managed to meet up with my clique of friends after school today! sadly, I couldn't reach my bestie. Anyway, we intended to go for ben-and-jerry's free ice-cream cone, but the queue was so freaking long that we decided to just sit down and chat in subway. haha. It was a nice catch-up session! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The misunderstanding was funny! I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you.&lt;br /&gt;You know i wouldn't do that to you, just wanted you to check! haha. I'm glad to have you in my life, don't know what I'll do without you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-6976964711734746687?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6976964711734746687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=6976964711734746687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6976964711734746687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/6976964711734746687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-understand-why-some-guys-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-1316933474499792558</id><published>2007-04-15T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:29:02.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, I seem to be in "i-miss-my-bestfriend" mood recently. It's not that I don't love the friends I have in CJ, not that I'm not having fun. It's just that I wished we could still be school mates. She's so far away in NJ, forever busy with school work and trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we had in IJ together. All the crap we did, heart-to-heart talks, picnics during chem lessons, lame jokes, training together, muffins &amp;amp; ball games during recess etc etc.. We were once leading the same team. haha. And now, she's red and I'm blue. She would somehow understand me, sometimes more than I myself do. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, managed to meet her last week during nats jr. Her red jersey and my blue dri-fit shirt. It seemed like old times, we were both fighting to speak, to fill the other in on our lives. As usual, i threw my stick, and she did her sprint. It was easy to recognise her from afar, her unique running style. haha. I guess some things never change. Her lame jokes, and that stupid idiot test which qualified me as a two-thirds idiot. The train ride back was funny, her stinky shoebag which scared everyone off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sound like some deprived friend or something. I'm glad we still are close despite being in different schools. The girlfriends I have in CJ are lovely, but they are just not you. haha. I miss you bestie, and I'm gonna see you in a week's time! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-1316933474499792558?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1316933474499792558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=1316933474499792558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1316933474499792558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/1316933474499792558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-why-i-seem-to-be-in-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-9174878409503482617</id><published>2007-04-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:56:43.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't myself today, was rather emo. haha. i don't know what sparked it off. just felt really lousy and that i didn't deserve anything i have in my life now. funny isn't it? well, i'm glad it wasn't a school day or i'll probably be some outcast for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got cheered up! haha you're really sweet, always being so nice to me. &lt;3 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-9174878409503482617?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/9174878409503482617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=9174878409503482617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/9174878409503482617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/9174878409503482617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wasnt-myself-today-was-rather-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915046535545083.post-7190433207120798663</id><published>2007-04-15T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:39:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2858915046535545083-7190433207120798663?l=x-exclusivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7190433207120798663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2858915046535545083&amp;postID=7190433207120798663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/7190433207120798663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2858915046535545083/posts/default/7190433207120798663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-exclusivo.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>reca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17846199114463771821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
