<?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-4546774144777239603</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:17:46.146+08:00</updated><category term='PUBLICITY :D'/><title type='text'>`__ siming ]] *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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>414</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546774144777239603.post-594072257644969816</id><published>2010-03-13T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:58:15.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD A HORRIBLY TRAUMATISING DAY T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-594072257644969816?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/594072257644969816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=594072257644969816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/594072257644969816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/594072257644969816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-horribly-traumatising-day-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7632874226266277937</id><published>2010-03-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:05:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Da jia hao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to post! But zzz I'm seriously very lazy to post actually. If not for the links here I would totally delete my blog already. But while I have this blog here I just still need to blog somehow if not you people will complain! ): So I SHALL BE NICE LIKE NICE ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeepy. I think that's generally the feeling for a very very long time. Everyday I just want to sleep and sleep more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sad for myself ever since lessons started because I really don't know how to do everything ): Now it's like even math, which is supposedly my best subject after chinese. OH I MISS CHINESE SO MUCH T_T Because it's the only thing that can comfort me and make me feel that yah I'm not that stupid after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campaigning is starting.. soon! Exciting huh. I think it's just damn fun despite all the money spent (we are trying SO HARD to cap at $50 per person and now we've already exceeded -.-)  and all the effort it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I seriously, seriously don't want to do work luh T_T As in seriously. I try to do also cannot do. So might as well not do it right -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to read people's blogs again after like uh, AGES. It's been really really long! Omg god knows what I've been doing these few days -.- And then I read about TWO PEOPLE donating blood RAWR and I just feel damn sad all over again ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi: I was so super excited about donating blood and happily filled in the form and all until the person told me I can't freaking donate cos my vein is too small. BOO. Do you know how sad I was T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what else I can say le. I miss people a lot! But at the same time it's fun knowing new people and trying to figure out what people are like haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk to me! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7632874226266277937?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7632874226266277937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7632874226266277937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7632874226266277937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7632874226266277937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/da-jia-hao-d-im-back-to-post-but-zzz-im.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8189074206827720115</id><published>2010-02-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:53:10.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get busy again!&lt;br /&gt;And my schedule is starting to get packed like nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is a good thing or bad thing hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg why am I so tired -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8189074206827720115?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8189074206827720115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8189074206827720115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8189074206827720115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8189074206827720115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-starting-to-get-busy-again-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1552504164077864348</id><published>2010-02-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:26:23.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did a good deed today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going home it suddenly started raining cats and dogs just when my bus reached the IMM bus stop. Do NOT question about the sudden use of that stupid idiom, it just popped up haha. Okay main point: it suddenly started pouring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after I got off the bus and was fiddling with my umbrella I realised that there was this girl beside me who looked upset and at a loss of what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the nice me I am, I asked her are you crossing? And asked her which block she stayed at which coincidentally happened to be the same block as me. And so, I walked her home! :D And got half my body wet but heck it, I did a good deed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the moral of this story?&lt;br /&gt;Siming is very nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA no la. Moral is: ALWAYS BRING YOUR UMBRELLA AROUND IN SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm just taking a break from chatting on msn (lol wth) and doing my bio IL ): So sian! I think everyone is suddenly loaded with work, all schools same ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everyone! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. SMB is down, again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1552504164077864348?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1552504164077864348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1552504164077864348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1552504164077864348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1552504164077864348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-good-deed-today-d-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1148551009097815878</id><published>2010-02-17T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:02:56.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm going to declare that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUGGING IS MY LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;Hip, hip, hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1148551009097815878?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1148551009097815878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1148551009097815878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1148551009097815878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1148551009097815878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3166435215193687326</id><published>2010-02-16T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:45:13.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 3rd day of CNY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to officially start from tomorrow ): How sad! After being in the lazy-slacker-anti-homework mood since november last year, it's seriously quite hard to acknowledge that I have to start studying and mugging again T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I still find the thing I found out yesterday DAMN AMUSING. And omg I really, really love 413, for being so nice and supportive and wanting to go all the way to defend me HAHAHA. Love you all ttm omg!! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But zzz hc life is seriously so gross and ugh, disgustingly political and societal -.- Why must gossip until like that seriously -.- Damn gross? And like totally of no basis at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yupp I'm still very touched whee 413 ROCKS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm seriously wondering who's the one who started the rumour, so interesting haha. I'm like totally not pissed for some reason o.o I think I always want to hear rumours about myself LOL. But I was seriously just plain amused haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog yesterday very seriously about what I've been thinking about for the past one month, because yes, exactly one month has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. yesterday there was JUST FOLLOW LAW HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway -.- On a more serious note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by looking at me people seriously won't be able to tell what happened to me just one month ago. Which personally, I think is a good thing. Good that I've successfully hidden myself among the crowd. What for act pathetic and make people sympathise with you right? What else can I do besides carry on with my life normally. Everyone's so concerned because I'm the youngest, and because everyone keeps thinking I can't take it, I'll prove to them that I'm perfectly fine -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really, really love her and I think she chose to leave on a day where she won't affect my life in any matter. She was.. really thoughtful T_T Because 2 days later school would have started, and 1 week later I had my renci performance. I'm sure she didn't want me to be affected anyhow. And obviously I couldn't waste her efforts and I made sure that I continued doing what I ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even cry, because I don't want her to worry.&lt;br /&gt;I look perfectly normal don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to know, deep down, I miss her like crazy. I really, really do. Like, obviously. But so what? Am I supposed to just emo in a corner and cry every single day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I think we were all prepared for it. Furthermore, we've been so independent since young so.. We were prepared luh. It wasn't as if we were at a total loss or anything. It's just that it's tough because we would have to manage everything ourselves. Like, on our own now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you to all my friends for being there for me (: For being so concerned, for continually asking even though all you keep hearing from me is "I'm fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. I've said out explicitly what I think and what I feel. I mean, of course there are some things that are still left unsaid, but yupp, this is more or less it. No need to worry okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, get ready for school tomorrow beh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all a lot a lot whee x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3166435215193687326?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3166435215193687326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3166435215193687326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3166435215193687326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3166435215193687326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-3rd-day-of-cny-schools-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8294113622603658706</id><published>2010-02-14T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:46:17.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Da jia hao! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have FINALLY decided to come and blog. Are you happy! Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day everyone! x3 &lt;/span&gt;May the new year be awesome for all you people and may all your wishes come true (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously rather bored, I don't have anything to do! Usually on this day I would be happily going from place to place to meet relatives and eat goodies and collect angbaos and etc etc but uh.. not this year la yupp. I didn't even buy new clothes! And cannot dress up prettily and go to people's house haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to come my house play mahjong?! Play for real. I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then usually in sec school we also would have homework on chinese new year right. Haha but obviously I'm not going to do my lecture example questions in advance and uh.. were there extra questions that we were supposed to try out? I don't know haha. I must be the most slack person in my whole class zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So what has been happening in my life recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation's been awesome (: Loves my OG to the max max max, super a lot of nice people and yupp made a lot of close friends. Our class is super random and crappy too, which is good. Only thing is: THEY ARE ALL MUGGERS! Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bleh I miss people a lot a lot ): They all got into the same class and abandoned me rawr. Okay I take comfort in the fact that wenqi's in my class but.. it's different luh! There's no one going around calling me gum anymore hahaha. And yeah, our class doesn't even mug until the vest last minute! So.. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! And another super big thing that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give up dance for council T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bzzs I can forsee all you people going omg why but your dance so good, omg but you've been dancing since young, omg so wasted! But.. Actually I also don't know T_T Just this gut feeling. I hope it's not just a random decision I'm making now that I'll choose to regret later. I've really tried to think about it in all aspects, but still I really couldn't convince myself to just go for dance and give up on the chance of running for council even..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm going to miss dance a lot a lot la ): And the people as well.. Omg and to think I was still so actively pulling people into cd, and now even ruio is in cd! ): Do you know how sad I am or not. It felt so wonderful when we went back to nanyang that day, just turning on the music and dancing again, dancing beside people I've been through thick and thin with for 4 years, dancing in the studio I've been living in for 4 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh whatever! I have decided and I shall not regret. I'm going to campaign hard and hopefully get what I want ): I believe council will be a whole new different experience that I won't forget. And I'm looking forward to meeting more people as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice has been horrible and my cough has been stuck with me ever since the 2nd day of orientation -.- Which I believe ahem has been 2 weeks ago already. Omg T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really itches and it's damn super irritating boo! I can't eat all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la I don't feel like blogging any more le. Are you proud of me! That I made it this far even :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, have fun during this short holiday! (: When wednesday comes our school is going to start proper already. Oh no ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people a lot a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8294113622603658706?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8294113622603658706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8294113622603658706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8294113622603658706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8294113622603658706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/da-jia-hao-d-i-have-finally-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-807838448150276124</id><published>2010-02-10T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:59:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REALLY, REALLY INTENDED TO POST TODAY. OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-807838448150276124?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/807838448150276124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=807838448150276124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/807838448150276124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/807838448150276124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-really-intended-to-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1205046819717507682</id><published>2010-02-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:13:12.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I'm exhausted ohgosh, I've been sleeping for 4 hours the previous 2 days and wth today I was supposed to sleep at eleven SHARP! (it's currently 11.10pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My voice is gone like I don't know what, it sounds damn gross and it's damn itchy and I still got war games and campfire omg LET MY VOICE COME BACK, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am really damn bloody confused and I seriously don't know who I can talk to. And I think it's not even just that simple a matter of what I prefer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister is freaking pissed at my sister and I'm pissed too so everyone's just pissing each other off, hip hip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1205046819717507682?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1205046819717507682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1205046819717507682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1205046819717507682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1205046819717507682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-2984360227613846991</id><published>2010-01-29T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:21:07.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired! Like, physically drained LOL and there's still dance tomorrow morning and I have to wake up at school time~ Okay I really should go and sleep soon -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after renci I've finally started shifting back to normal school life.. like waking up at 5.30am, getting out of the house at 6am.. but okay I still need some time to get used to it. But anyway renci was so cool! I still miss mediacorp and the people hmpf ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So orientation! OG's been quite fun so far, today is good yay :D More hyped up, closer, less awkward, which is whee damn good (: And we cheered like crazy, and yay I love cheering totally! I just don't want to keep losing my voice like this zzz, haven't been cheering for too long, anyhow using voice le ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, there's really nothing much to blog about. Nothing that I want to say -.- But yes, I'm back and will be trying to post more often, I promise! As long as I'm not too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really alright. I think I've been telling everyone I'm fine for like ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't understand la. I tell you I'm fine, I'm super normal and still being super high and happy and smile like crazy with everyone else, and people wonder why I'm being so unaffected by the whole thing. Then what do you want me to do, stone and sit in the corner and isolate everyone else? Then people will start coming to me and showering me with all the "be strong-s" and all the "don't be like that-s"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what you think of me la, but at least keep your comments to yourself ya -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HUNGRY! And I was so full just now when eating my dinner -.- ZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go to sleep. Goodnight loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-2984360227613846991?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2984360227613846991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=2984360227613846991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2984360227613846991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2984360227613846991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-9160526087976178155</id><published>2010-01-12T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:38:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese results out!~&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad that I didn't really have anyone to share my joy with -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked my sister how do you think I fared for my o levels she said, "All As?" ZZZ -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. For those who need not see chinese ever ever again, be glad :D For those who still need to take it in JC.. *hugs* it's okay one JC chinese is very rubbish yes. BUT OF COURSE should still try to aim for good grades yes! -refers to a rubbish person-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgod. I'm hungry. I shall sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was so so so so scared just now omg. Afraid that it might suddenly all end. I shouted so loudly and I didn't know if she could hear me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay relax, it's over, nothing happened and it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh. Okay, nothing will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-9160526087976178155?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9160526087976178155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=9160526087976178155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/9160526087976178155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/9160526087976178155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/chinese-results-out-quite-sad-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3488514591332606643</id><published>2010-01-11T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:20:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking I should make an effort to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't la omg, I'm just damn tired. Why, I don't exactly know either. It's not quite that I'm sleeping very little, because I'm really sleeping quite a lot - at least a good 6 or 7 hours each day. Maybe it's just the running around everywhere that's tiring. I wake up and chiong out of the house and then run around everywhere and end up back home. And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is becoming intense whoo. Four practices this week, latest starting at 9pm at mediacorp. Haha what time will it end, twelve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't seen our advertisement on tv zzz! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright anyway. Just put on council u for what should be the last time in my entire life again (unless I decide to be bored one day and go and iron and put on my uniform for no good reason and look at myself in the mirror -.-), and there's this feeling of longing for everything to happen again. I think I'm going to miss nanyang a lot a lot omg ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all lovely juniors: please please treasure your time in nanyang! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm supposed to announce to the entire world what's going on in my life now, but I know that yes everyone's being very concerned. Thank you very much, and I'm really sorry I can't go out wth everyone like I used to. I only watched one or two movies this entire holiday -.- Omg. I'm really sorry for turning down all the outings and all! And for not planning any - aye there goes our batch outing and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I finally come to terms with it I will post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haha yes, there's this 10% of me which might sudddenly decide to go study medicine in the future. But hmm, highly unlikely. But oh well, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what? Bio is still a good choice :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now. Time to go and collect our o level results~ I'm not worried at all and haven't been thinking about it at all (partially cos there's been so many things going on in my mind, right). But I'm now worried that I'm not worried at all - later something bad happens! Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, see you guys around. Tata ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3488514591332606643?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3488514591332606643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3488514591332606643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3488514591332606643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3488514591332606643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-thinking-i-should-make-effort-to.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-737406103888345587</id><published>2010-01-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:14:28.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Da jia hao. I'm blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually frankly speaking I'm really really tired I only slept like 2 hours yesterday night and my eyes are totally closing now already but after checking my emails and reading blogs (after like hmm, 5 days?) I have decided that I really should do something about this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you haven't given up coming here hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I considered closing my blog one lorh, I stopped firstly cos all the links were here and it would be so mafan to find another way to it, and then after that I decided that okay I would seriously have no place to rant rubbish stuffs if I closed my blog -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg there's this ssuper noisy motorcycle downstairs ask him shuddup leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, but quick one cos I really really need to sleep (: Major things that have happened that I have completely forgotten about/missed sharing with people about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OMG 2010 IS HERE -.- I'm sorry I'm very slow but every time I think about it I still find it so amazingly scary ): usually I would reflect on 2009, but aiyah I'm far too lazy to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oops I almost fell off the chair omg!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think the image of buff guys who cry together is really damn saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am really, really horribly sad that that guy died and I really don't know what to feel about it, every time I think about it I feel damn sad omg. He seemed like such a nice guy ): I really can't imagine how all the family and friends I've seen would react.. omg I'm damn sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. XEO LEFT ME &gt;:( HOW COULD SHE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We really, really cycled from 8.30pm and reached back chalet at about 8.30am without any sleep and say with like 2 to 3 hours of rest time in between. So pro. I actually enjoyed it lorh (: Being ferried around by people HAHA I'm sorry I just have to think this way. Thanks charles :D (and gl for a bit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's quite weird to think how all our relatives finally gather only during these kind of times, but all the same, I'm glad it's given us the chance to catch up on each other and grow closer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would never, ever want to be a nurse omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have figured out the art of falling asleep within one minute of lying down mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My legs are dying omg they're damn weird. There are seriously pins and needles EVERY SINGLE DAY and it just keeps happening so often and then in the middle of the night my legs will cramp and I will be like damn ouch but I can't do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am not looking forward to the start of school, and I really think it's going to be damn weird being hard at work (if I was ever) again after 2 months of.. a lot of things happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am thinking I should try to ask for absence from the stupid forum thing, why in the world is our class forced to go bzz ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am damn irritated that I have no money despite having like at least $350 earned, where  is my money and why are they so freaking inefficient, all of them T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I really don't know and don't understand where all my money is flying to because I obviously haven't been spending much and I'm earning from tuition so.. what exactly is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have figured that I take about 5 minutes to fold a paper crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am looking forward to dance again but then I find it vaguely hard to balance everything out because I would need to take time out for dance, hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la sorry just needed to get a lot of random lame things out of my head. I haven't been doing anything but sleeping, going hospital, sometimes going for tuition, staying at hospital talking to relatives or folding paper cranes, coming back home to bathe and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school starts... Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who attempted to entertain me when I'm really bored haha. I'm fine really (: What else can I be la, seriously. Haha. Don't worry about me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.. Left out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I still want to watch bodyguards and assassins ): HAIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-737406103888345587?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/737406103888345587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=737406103888345587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/737406103888345587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/737406103888345587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/da-jia-hao.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3168699110820500439</id><published>2009-12-27T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:05:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really won't say it's my fault for being stagnant and stoned all this while, most of you will know what's happening don't you. But yikes if you don't know I'm really sorry, it's not that I don't find you an important friend, it's just that.. well, I obviously prefer people to ask me rather than me announcing to the whole world myself, obviously -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 27th of December. Wow. So fast. Seems to have been a long time since I've been  keeping track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I slept properly in my bed at night was on Sunday. Omg. One week le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I slept for more than 9 hours (you should know my normal sleeping hours when I can is like.. 12 or 13 hours yes :D) is like.. uhm, uncountable. Definitely more than 2 weeks ago. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it's been a busy and hectic life, I'm just doing the same things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Oh gosh. Time passes so quickly, really T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days' time, we shall welcome 2010 with open arms! And I sincerely sincerely wish that 2010 will be wonderful. For everyone. Nothing bad should happen, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 had been such a wonderful year... until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Everyone should really really make sure you are fine and healthy. Don't save money on those necessary health checkups. Do a full body checkup. It's not something that should be saved on. You never know what's happening inside your body, beneath this little facade your body is putting up for you and for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm fine really, thank you everyone for your concern. How else should I be? Am I to wallow in self pity and be demoralised and cry every single day? Or would you rather I announce to the whole wide world and wait for everyone to call and comfort me? Be the centre of attraction, make people pity me? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really alright (: Don't need to worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can wish for now is for time to pass as slowly as possible, for me to still be in this wonderful holiday and.. may something good happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3168699110820500439?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3168699110820500439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3168699110820500439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3168699110820500439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3168699110820500439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4942861466012010924</id><published>2009-12-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:39:53.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only word I care about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4942861466012010924?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4942861466012010924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4942861466012010924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4942861466012010924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4942861466012010924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7707181800391541480</id><published>2009-12-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:10:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My legs very tired T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Met a lot of pretty girls today (: Fun whee. But met a lot of disgusting people and stalkers too wth? You never know what kind of people there are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird guy who wanted to treat me to dinner wth, and kept lingering around. Weird guys who run after people just to take photos of/with you! Eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Am looking forward to seeing all the celebrities tomorrow (: But can't take picture with them one la, so sad right. If only I could take pic with Sylvia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. I'm just rubbishing around now, because I'm very tired and sianned. And I finally did something about dec camp -.- Yesterday about inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need more discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7707181800391541480?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7707181800391541480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7707181800391541480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7707181800391541480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7707181800391541480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-legs-very-tired-tt-anyway-met-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3059654108105852067</id><published>2009-12-11T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:31:37.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH. I didn't mention how glad I am that Sylvia got into the final of Singapore Idol omg!! She rocks totally, I really hope she wins (: First female Singapore Idol!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that Tabitha got out too, she was really good as well ): Oh well, this year's Sg Idol is just exceedingly good, especially the top 3 whee. Thing is, so many people who used to watch it don't watch now anymore cos they think it sucks haha. So oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should stop being mean and being irritated at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3059654108105852067?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3059654108105852067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3059654108105852067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3059654108105852067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3059654108105852067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3245911440878643190</id><published>2009-12-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:32:32.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd very much like to scream "fucking irritating guy with a fucking inflated ego who thinks the world out of himself", but I think I wouldn't because I know it's more or less my fault -.- But still he's so damn bloody irritating wts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh yes, whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy ): Doing what, I don't exactly know. Don't know how I landed myself in this mess ): And all my money just going and gone. What the hell have I done to myself, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put aside too much of my work rah, it's really hard to get back to work again. Dec camp, oh gosh. It's gone and missing. And bloody inspire. Hah. I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to be so hard for me to get back to my acads again when school starts haha, considering how out of the world I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's supposedly happening in my december now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition, makeup, forums, blogshop, dec camp, inspire, dance (both nycd and hccd oh gosh), GOING OUT. I think that's enough for me to get confused. Oh right, and now the job ambassador thing or whatever. Okay it's not whatever, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah and to make things worse why do I always seem to be the one planning outings/going-outs/when the hell we are going hccd for prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh and I really think I shouldn't have started doing &lt;/span&gt;that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - am regretting now ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I have to tell you what is happening to our beloved JEC :D Yes, it's FINALLY renovating, I know you know, but you know what it looks like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're tearing down the whole place!! So cool right. I couldn't help but take some pics, so yes, enjoy it and rejoice! that our beloved JEC shall finally come back to life.. soon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiUH1BGCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/udAJpgD-jxI/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiUH1BGCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/udAJpgD-jxI/s320/DSC02248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413645956170192930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiEyD5KGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1ubgdfE5ztw/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiEyD5KGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1ubgdfE5ztw/s320/DSC02246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413645692628969570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiKUMC08I/AAAAAAAAAkA/DsNcyi4awkk/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiKUMC08I/AAAAAAAAAkA/DsNcyi4awkk/s320/DSC02247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413645787689309122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEh-Gd5VzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Qu5uXO3IBVk/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEh-Gd5VzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Qu5uXO3IBVk/s320/DSC02245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413645577847658290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now to get back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg next week is going to be a killer, a real SERIAL KILLER. Dance every day, performance on friday saturday sunday.. qhc again. Oops. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is every single thing revolving around Iluma wts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. That's all for today. I'm done, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;This is just to tell you what's happening in my life now, and to make something appear here so you can stop staring at that stupid ugly link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3245911440878643190?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3245911440878643190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3245911440878643190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3245911440878643190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3245911440878643190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-very-much-like-to-scream-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SyEiUH1BGCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/udAJpgD-jxI/s72-c/DSC02248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546774144777239603.post-5465496870873765647</id><published>2009-12-03T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:54:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hais, as much as I hate to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone please visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissmyjoys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://kissmyjoys.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who the model there is leh, very very ugly, but uh. The clothes are still quite nice and quite affordable at that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy something :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5465496870873765647?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5465496870873765647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5465496870873765647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5465496870873765647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5465496870873765647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/hais-as-much-as-i-hate-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6984128151031802995</id><published>2009-11-30T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:26:07.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. Ouch. My tagboard is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;After being neglected for so long it's suddenly overloaded!&lt;br /&gt;And I yeah didn't check my blog for days cos I thought no one would come o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zinc:&lt;/span&gt; Haha yeah it's really messy isn't it! Oops. Not as neat as you :D Tks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai:&lt;/span&gt; Ooh it's surprising to see you here too lol. Wow someone actually understands what I wrote, haha cool. I.. got nothing to say about my room hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt; HAO can you be a hermit crab and not reply my sms TSK. What's wrong with entering my room like that.. it's perfectly fine! Can walk around, can find my things :D YES ADDIE we need to go out, that's why I called you bobo! And you never reply me &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUIIOOOOOOO: &lt;/span&gt;Ni hao! Welcome back x3x3x3 FINALLY! Haha shuddup harry potter IS a genra okay. Humph. It's well... a long series of books (: My table where got that bad please -.- Not gross!! And don't you know me enough to know that even though I don't eat fruits and veggies i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt; (HAHA I can type it here!! :D) perfectly well?! And I'm  craving for fast food actually HMM. But not macs fries la hahaha. CALL ME RUIO! Haven't talked for so long :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mx:&lt;/span&gt; Huh pray what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xeo!:&lt;/span&gt; No LOOOONNNGGG thing cos I did that too you in msn alr lol (before I saw your tag -.-) Hais I spent 20 bucks on you xeo! TSKK. And a lot of brain cells killed in the process, and mafan - so thank me, NOW! :D Huh why doesn't my post sound like me anymore o.O you weirdo. Stop gooseing! I don't understand, what is it o.O YAY you're the only one who supports me and my beloved table!! MUACKS.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I still haven't packed my table &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but I packed my wardrobe though! Cleared out tons of things that I didn't ever wear and won't ever, but still left inside tons of things that I think I won't ever wear o.O But didn't clear out just IN CASE I might decide to wear them in the future (well, there's always a 0.0001% chance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, I bet my clothes will be strewn everywhere in less than a month. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'm sooooo glad everyone is back!! x3x3 Super happy (: Finally back whee! Okay even though everyone still going everywhere on family trip etc while I'm being abandoned here in Singapore.. but at least everyone's back for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there're like 3 people going japan, 3 people going china/taiwan. Hmpfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, I'm so depressed over the job thing I have decided that yes I'm just going to slack my life away. Oops. Correction: Slack my dec holidays away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still undecided over certain stuffs :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIS. I shall go sleep! Oh wait. It's 4.26pm.. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6984128151031802995?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6984128151031802995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6984128151031802995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6984128151031802995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6984128151031802995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8016520121233980389</id><published>2009-11-26T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:46:50.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a freaking job. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8016520121233980389?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8016520121233980389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8016520121233980389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8016520121233980389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8016520121233980389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughh.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7586259488526391945</id><published>2009-11-25T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:49:24.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, you know what happens to me when I don't go out and when I don't want to do anything..? I will start thinking about a lot of weird random things -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay fine, even when I'm out, I still think of a lot of stupid things -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, granted, I guess it's really just that I have an extremely small social circle and I'm not exposed to people not like me, people not included in this small little society I've created for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the effect of being in good schools, of being around the best of the elites in society, of being around people who are too nice and yes, guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I left my pri sch in p3 I've completely lost touch of people out of the elite schools group. People around me? Good schools, top students, good students.. well, at least we study more than we think we do. And yupp, good character, legal (okay except for in some ways like watching illegal movies -.-), and.. basically, just very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I'm not exposed to people who are 16 years old and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; smoke &lt;/span&gt;and have a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; that can't be covered when he's wearing short sleeves and who swears like nothing (okay the swearing part isn't all that irritating and surprising because everyone in hc swears like nothing. Fine, almost everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I conclude that people around me are really too nice (: And I appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a mistake yesterday. I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; my friends.&lt;br /&gt;They were just, introduced into my life like this. People like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I cannot deny the shock and disgust I felt -.- What an irritating person I am, but yes. Hais I just have something very very big against smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday when wenqi was talking about her dad I realised that.&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to smoke too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how different I would have been if I had been more exposed to people smoking rather than just the early 7 years of my life. Maybe I wouldn't be so against smoking. I might even have tried it. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I'm drinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't control it. It's hard for me to accept it. And yes, it's come to the point where from the first minute I've already almost decided I don't really want the job anymore. Ohgoose.&lt;br /&gt;But of the sake of the job, obviously I pressed on -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now nothing's confirmed, and I'm so totally going to consider other options.&lt;br /&gt;If there are any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand. I want to make use of every opportunity I have to make money. Not that I'm in need of money. But since I have the ability to now, why not?&lt;br /&gt;And then I've decided that going out shan't be a limiting factor anymore. If I get a good job and I need to, I'll sacrifice going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it isn't just about going out anymore. I didn't want an everyday job because I still wanted time to go out. Or so I thought. And then now I remember that another factor was dance -.- I must have pushed that back to some ulu corner of my mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. So.. all my plan are now all. Screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so eventually I will brace myself, take a DEEEEP breath and take up that job. However horrible I'll feel, however challenging it is, however tired I'll end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Instead of spending so much time thinking about useless things, I should, REALLY SHOULD, get down to doing what I really need to do ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Super, super, EXTREMELY OVERDUE ycm closure report.&lt;br /&gt;2. WEP report T_T I don't want UGH.&lt;br /&gt;3. Council dec camp (tell me why I agreed to alicia's horrible request).&lt;br /&gt;4. Clear my wardrobe and sieve out all the non wearable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. PACK MY ROOM AND MY TABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. My table and the area around it is in an extremely horrifying state I tell you. It's so gross I don't know what happened to it, what I did (or rather, what I did NOT do) and  when it started becoming like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A preview of the current state of my table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SwzubDd2FpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/X8CQ7M9z79k/s1600/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SwzubDd2FpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/X8CQ7M9z79k/s320/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407959401119487634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEE. I don't even know how I walk around it every day o.O&lt;br /&gt;There are other disgusting parts of my room too, with clothes strewn EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I STILL don't want to do it now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel vaguely.. irresponsible. OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.. I don't quite care. Not at the moment (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7586259488526391945?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7586259488526391945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7586259488526391945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7586259488526391945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7586259488526391945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hais-you-know-what-happens-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/SwzubDd2FpI/AAAAAAAAAjo/X8CQ7M9z79k/s72-c/DSC02215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546774144777239603.post-5447121349926374851</id><published>2009-11-19T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:08:48.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to do currently and yes I’m really bored. But not bored until the pissed with the whole world kind of bored la. Just... bored. Cos I’ve been guai and I have finished all my work! :D Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m typing this on Microsoft word first before copying all to blogger to avoid being too conspicuous -.- Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Life has been normally boring and acceptable -.-&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone in NY is overseas now ): Except for the few of us left in sing..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least there’s still dance (:&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss everyone! Come back soon okay ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY managed to go out yesterday and take a break from work, watched my girlfriend is an agent which was yupp quite nice and funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go out now ): Bleh today I’m sadly going home again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was just thinking about some stuffs and then I realized how much I’ve actually changed this year. This year, a lot more than previous years~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. Let’s talk about the rubbish things. Obvious things, that people will go “What, Siming will DEFINITELY NOT do this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from year 2009…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started watching a lot, A LOT more English movies. And a lot more action English movies o.O If I really watched last time it was probably comedy/romance/harry potter lol. But yes, I’m even watching on Channel 5 now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I started listening to more English songs -.- I don’t know why either. But yeah some of them are very very old indeed but hey omg they are still English songs. Wow. Yes jen that’s why I say I know more English songs than you think I do xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am.. starting to read books o.o This REALLY is something isn’t it. Everybody I’ve told was like.. What? Siming.. Reading books?! But yes, I am. How, how surprising, considering how I’ve always been against reading books (for some reason or another). Actually it started because I’ve been having a lot of super long bus rides recently lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay looks like all these are all related to English somehow or another. Omg I’m starting to find myself damn weird but okay nvm. The next one isn’t English.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I’M EATING MORE VEGGIES AND FRUITS! Uh, that is, when I have absolutely no choice/I’m eating mixed veg and I don’t want to order all meat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine this point doesn’t really count. I’m still as carnivorous as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m wearing contacts less now (: that’s quite comforting, considering how I used to wear for 16 hours, let it rest for 8 hours when I sleep then wake up and wear for another 16 hours again or something o.O Yeah but I was starting to find it very irritating so now I’ve reverted back to my specs sometime… People at work now would realize (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I’m eating less fast food, and the weirdest thing is I’ve kind of developed some kind of disgust toward McDonald’s fries.. o.O If you know me, you would know that I eat fast food like nothing and I used to love macs fries because they were so salty and nice.. but now it’s like ohgoose, I totally can’t stand the taste left in my mouth after I finish eating one pack of fries. Eeew~ Thinking about it makes me feel grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hmm. That should be about it. For the.. physical part, that is. Lol. As in, things that can be seen easily from outside and like uh.. not what I think and what I feel :D Lol am I making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. And as for the inner part of me.. I think I’ve changed a lot too!&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not too much in a reflective mood now, more of a ranting mood.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall leave that to sometime later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So what should I rant about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have no money.&lt;br /&gt;I want to earn money desperately ):&lt;br /&gt;I uh. Am disappointed! HAHA. RUBBISH! Okay shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Software? Group? IT help desk…? Jason! HAHA. Not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so bored -.- No one understands the above few sentences except huimay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno ohno something horrible is happening to me again…&lt;br /&gt;UGH why does it always happen to me!And I stupidly thought I’ve gotten over it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. End post. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5447121349926374851?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5447121349926374851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5447121349926374851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5447121349926374851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5447121349926374851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1941278656223500435</id><published>2009-11-13T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:02:58.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohno. What a horrible day!&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to all whom I randomly flared up to or talked irritatingly to.&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THE REST OF THE DAY WILL BE GOOD. I DONT CARE.&lt;br /&gt;I better tidy up my horrible emotions and BE HAPPY hello.&lt;br /&gt;Addie and co are flying off today! And soon everyone will be flying off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a job I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL STAY HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1941278656223500435?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1941278656223500435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1941278656223500435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1941278656223500435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1941278656223500435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohno.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7378590413549687526</id><published>2009-11-13T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:32:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm curently very very upset ):&lt;br /&gt;It's like the point of time in the whole day when you feel your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-post deleted-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7378590413549687526?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7378590413549687526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7378590413549687526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7378590413549687526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7378590413549687526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-curently-very-very-upset-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6793239951031356598</id><published>2009-11-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:46:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Hi hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE CHINESE IS OVER~ We don't need to study at all until like 2 months later or something (: Is everyone as excited as me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was better than I thought it would be, though paper 2 was like zzz again but oh well don't care. Hope I won't do too badly can le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we were a bunch of crazy people running around and rushing everywhere. We were reduced to the pathetic state of having to eat packet food at the bus stop cos we were so, so, so late ): And then in the end... we waited a really long time for the other group lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so IBM started out quite fine today. And I'm getting a PC and hopefully a work desk, so yay. Quite a nice sounding job, shouldn't be too hard, and I hope it's fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there's grad night tomorow and it's yet another incident of rushing everywhere. I took nearly 2 hours to get home today from IBM thanks -.- Cos it's peak hour and it was jamming like crazy and.. oh whatever. I hope tomorrow I can rush back home quite quickly omg. And then bathe and rush to hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS NO ONE IN OUR CLASS GOING LAH T_T&lt;br /&gt;Horrible people! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I just hope I won't end up too lonely and bored tomorrow lol. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;All you horrible people. I must repeat this 10 million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp so I guess that's kind of all about today. All about work, and this will continue for the next two weeks (: Well apart from the travelling time I think everything else should be quite fun and happy. So.. happy working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you people go out and play and play bah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6793239951031356598?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6793239951031356598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6793239951031356598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6793239951031356598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6793239951031356598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-486637052849209671</id><published>2009-11-09T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:26:35.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. Very, very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is chinese o's and I have officially started studying only at 8pm, studied for like half an hour then went to bathe. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't get A1 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing? Obviously I hadn't really intended to study at all before remedial on Saturday (I went in the end - felt too bad if I didn't go wth). Then we went shopping on Saturday and I told myself okay I shall start studying on Sunday! Then in the end I slept and watched tv almost the entire day then went out at night. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a total of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$206.90&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday and Sunday alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH AHH. My money ): And I spend so much buying clothes for WEP and then we aren't getting paid ): How saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but I comfort myself by saying that it's okay, I'll probably need these clothes in the future. THAT IS, provided I don't grow fat and I can still fit in all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today I really, REALLY intended to study already! And then I was watching tv and was about to start in the afternoon when I suddenly realised that OH SHIT I haven't submitted my scholarship application! Omg omg. I got freaking worried then was trying to find out how I can salvage myself and then had to go photocopy stuff and take passport photo and write personal statement and.. whole afternoon gone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home watched tv ate dinner and started studying at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I don't deserve a good grade for tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WHATEVER! I shall stop thinking about it. Tomorrow's the start of WEP as well, whee. However upsetting it is, I still hope it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I'll have 2 weeks without dance ): And got perf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that this post is full of (: s and ): s. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone for chinese paper tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-486637052849209671?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/486637052849209671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=486637052849209671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/486637052849209671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/486637052849209671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/booo.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-845579698986838377</id><published>2009-11-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:07:33.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why I have a sister like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, whatever. I have learned to ignore and yes I shall continue to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered something random.&lt;br /&gt;When I was crossing the road a few days ago, this uh.. guy, prob sec 3 or 4 since he was in long pants, turned around to look at me and continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned back again and smiled REALLY BRIGHTLY and waved to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like "huh" omg I totally don't know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;So I uh waved back suspiciously and was wondering if it's some ancient friend that I have completely forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;But uh he just continued walking and didn't say anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never figured out whether it was an ancient forgotten friend, or just a random stranger who suddenly decided to wave to someone random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O Damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is graduation~ How sad am I going to be?&lt;br /&gt;OMG I suddenly remembered that I haven't practiced my speech o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school in nanyang tomorrow. Okay I'm just starting to feel a bit upset already. Omg. Does anybody feel as sad as me at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-845579698986838377?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/845579698986838377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=845579698986838377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/845579698986838377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/845579698986838377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-understand-why-i-have-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1847386472271717342</id><published>2009-11-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:20:17.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 400th post.&lt;br /&gt;A worn-out, depressed, upsetting post. Not celebratory at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that bad actually. Just very tired.&lt;br /&gt;FOA was better than I expected, so so so much better than the rehearsal yesterday, and many people said it was very very nice! So yay, kudos to us.&lt;br /&gt;The don't forget the lyrics was such a failure because of the technical glitches but oh well, it was still fun all the same. We should do these things more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. What a busy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had to collate the number of peopl going this sat and send to jialing.&lt;br /&gt;And then had to collate something within like what, 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered I haven't done something very, very important.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst was receiving a scary phone call which made me feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really lied until I don't know what to say le ): I feel so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;And then I can only just wonder what is happening now and fear ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohtian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then now I remembered got the stupid chinese speech thing which.. I forgot totally about too. Haish. Let me go do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another show tomorrow. Get well soon shiyan ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1847386472271717342?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1847386472271717342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1847386472271717342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1847386472271717342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1847386472271717342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-400th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5430352253088426506</id><published>2009-10-26T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:47:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay yay yay today was a fun day. Even though bowling was highly unsuccessful HAHA but it was cheap, fun and nice! :D And yes as long as I'm with my lovely dancers everything is fun so nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner shopping was fun too, though only left with me yujia and jessica hmm. But yep it was interesting walking around and stopping by random places and persuading people to spend more money (what a horrible thing to do - they keep doing that to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally bought something worth $35 for only $20 :D Say I'm pro~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and tomorrow will be a fun day too. Whee! I don't want to go back to school on tuesday ): apart from the fact that we can get to know our results -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg I finally finished watching my favourite show, I seriously didn't declare it my favourite show for no reason - was totally obsessed over it and omg the ending rocks like crazy and it was so freaking sad omg I cried like shit ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love this show a lot a lot indeed ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next I shall move on to other lovely shows that I liked before but forgot all about them already :D Hongkong dramas hongkong dramas (: Okay and there's family outing to entertain me too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What can I say? Life is good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to al the nus high people who are still having exams ):&lt;br /&gt;It'll be over soon, don't worry! For now, mug hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still very sad after watching the ending omg)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5430352253088426506?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5430352253088426506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5430352253088426506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5430352253088426506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5430352253088426506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-yay-yay-today-was-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5384619125135165686</id><published>2009-10-23T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:42:39.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why I'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired, I really am. DEAD TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling in the morning was fun yay. Thanks jen! Except that you keep complaining I'm not pedaling when I really am rawr. And except for some other things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) I spent two plus hours getting there and getting to school from there, and I stayed there for like uh, three hours?! Wth.&lt;br /&gt;(ii) I currently have like 2 bruises on my left knee, 1 on my right, and 2 at an ahem unmentionable place. VERY PAINFUL ):&lt;br /&gt;(iii) I am super super tanned now, AGAIN rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes nvm class outing (more or less) so yay :D But boo only could stay for so short ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was tiring enough. The stupidest thing I could have done really, was to choose to go cycling under the hot sun right before dance, when I haven't danced for like the past month or what?! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagan was hard. Even kicking was hard. Cannot move at all ):&lt;br /&gt;And then I swear we danced at least 10 times or something.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing once or twice was bad enough because we just totally came out of our study mood. Then we totally danced like 10 times or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG FREAKING TIRED LA T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the state of all of us after dance, really. Dead corpses walking around. And uh.. I was being very drunk. Omg embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, still nice to dance again, I love the studio (: We were rolling around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if dance + cycling wasn't enough, still went out after that ):&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at uhm.. about ten? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M HERE NOW HALF ASLEEP WHILE I'M TYPING.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to wake at like, 6.30am tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;And there's hccd workshop tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5384619125135165686?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5384619125135165686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5384619125135165686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5384619125135165686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5384619125135165686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-understand-why-im-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-2684190068898381628</id><published>2009-10-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:04:37.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. So I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would have been supposed to scream IT'S OVER!!! and announce it all over and just proclaim the world a brighter place after EOYs but uh.. somehow or another the feeling wasn't really there, didn't felt terribly nice after it was over - well, at least, not as nice as I thought it would have been. Did you not know how excited I was before math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, but life after EOYs is still good - that I can't deny. I've had the most satisfying sleep I've had in a long, LONG time, and it felt so good goodness. How long has it been since I slept for a nice 12 hours straight? :D It was a good choice not to go anywhere today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'm going to play like shit for the next few days whee :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, shit do play addie, stop rubbishing at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been intending to post a lot of times already! I've been wanting to post about how I wasted my time away by obsessing myself with watching a super nice drama show and FAMILY OUTING (oh yes save me), starting right after bio and before physics haha. But.. oh well, it's all over now. Physics was as disappointing as I would have expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this whole thing, I still decided that I love math the most ): And I really, really want ms li to be my math teacher forever! I seriously hope I've got a damn good math teacher next time if not my passion for math will just die all over again...&lt;br /&gt;And I probably won't want to drop chinese anyhow. But who's going to join me? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so incoherent I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FAME WAS GOOD! I liked it. I love those dancers oh gosh would you please look at them -.- Just that after fame we had to go back to school. Maybe that kind of explains the not-so-after-eoys mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I must give credit to myself for having survived this whole month. I can't believe I really mugged for one whole month ohmygoodness ): Even though we still went out to watch movies and all, but still it was.. really, really torturing. I can't imagine mugging for A's ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also credit to my lovely library, for accomodating me throughout this entire journey~ And my lovely coffee and cafe. And everyone who's been mugging with me! People like jen who can stand talking to me on the phone till late at night and sacrificing her beauty sleep. And yes as much as I hate to admit it - I still have to thank you my dear sister HAHA. You are seriously very, very irritating to keep asking me to mug when I really don't want to but I admit I've been somehow been influenced by your unbelievable PASSION for mugging and yes you did help me a lot -.- Though we both know I listen to you only 1 out of 10 times you ask me to mug xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway! I'm supposed to be reflecting on something haha. But nope, I'm not going to! Not tonight. I probably might.. some day. Because I have been thinking about it  all the time so it's so easy to start talking about it anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little upset and actually wanted to blog about it, but now.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that all the people who are unhappy will be happy! I don't know what to say and how to help, but I really do hope everything will turn out fine eventually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, I'll just stay happy and look forward to everything that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-2684190068898381628?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2684190068898381628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=2684190068898381628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2684190068898381628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2684190068898381628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1786933953064347188</id><published>2009-10-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:45:20.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIAYOU EVERYONE x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone must all be studying one way or another now, because those who have early tests haven't quite ended yet and some people like us are in the midst of tests and those whose tests haven't started obviously have to study cos its starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, jiayou (: Last year yes! Die die must do well yo. (uh ref to sec 4s hahaha~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my jurong library. Loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love math but I can't seem to do it... omg how ):&lt;br /&gt;Like, tried the past year papers and they were so, so, so, so horrible! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1786933953064347188?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1786933953064347188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1786933953064347188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1786933953064347188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1786933953064347188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/jiayou-everyone-x3-im-sure-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8822351056901050258</id><published>2009-10-10T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:01:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite tv show just ended. I'm so HUH at the ending, again!&lt;br /&gt;All my nice tv shows all ended during this period. What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;It's trying to tell me to unstick myself from the tv and go and mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIS. As much as I think it's quite cool that everyone just has this COMMON GOAL to work towards to and everyone's just doing THIS SAME THING (MUGGING) for ONE WHOLE MONTH... It's very tiring ): Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started mugging for bio,  have 4 days to mug for bio and math. Good job right :D&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we still went to watch movie. HAHA. We rock. And when I reached home I watched tv la duh obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to mug for bio la ): It gets stuck in my head for 5 mins then I go toilet pee and come out it seemed to have come out with my pee (I'm sorry this sounds so horrible - I'm not thinking straight whoosh) - and it's ALL GONE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is like 5 people's birthday. How sad it is, to have to mug on your birthday hais!&lt;br /&gt;Xeo the best, exam end her birthday. No more lessons her birthday. No more studying her birthday. So shuang right xeo! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY. Should I go and mug now? Yah I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8822351056901050258?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8822351056901050258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8822351056901050258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8822351056901050258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8822351056901050258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7165239953941758567</id><published>2009-09-29T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:33:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TOMORROW IT IS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I seriously don't look a single bit like I have EOYs tomorrow, I think I don't even look like I'm having school even, seems like a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv from 7pm - 10pm and am going to sleep now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, get it started, and let it end soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I embrace the paper tomorrow. Ahem. Rightt. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7165239953941758567?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7165239953941758567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7165239953941758567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7165239953941758567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7165239953941758567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow-it-is-d-i-think-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-362618963453936841</id><published>2009-09-25T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:34:22.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't talked to a lot a lot of people in ages ):&lt;br /&gt;It's so upsetting, because we used to be so close, and now...&lt;br /&gt;I find it weird to even start talking to them, and they think it's wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;All the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give myself a big break today, after school and dance, came home and watched tv all the way. Nice relaxing life. Do I look like I care? Some people are going to scold me and go what the hell are you doing less than one week before EOYs but uhm. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu was killing me during dance today, kept sniffing like shit, couldn't breathe properly and I think it kind of affected me and I felt so weak gosh. Laoshi went: Who's the one that keeps crying? Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL WEIRD RAH. WRONG WRONG WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some irritating person just keeps popping up and down msn, and I was just thinking about that person just now HAHA. Quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go and sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: sleep, not mug]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-362618963453936841?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/362618963453936841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=362618963453936841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/362618963453936841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/362618963453936841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/havent-talked-to-lot-lot-of-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6439155327557710273</id><published>2009-09-23T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:41:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In exactly 1 month and 6 days, we are going to leave nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ignores the existence of Chinese Os -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when addie and I go omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6439155327557710273?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6439155327557710273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6439155327557710273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6439155327557710273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6439155327557710273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-exactly-1-month-and-6-days-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8115236533293152238</id><published>2009-09-13T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:16:15.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very happy! Yay. Concert finally ended, very very successfully (: Very happy yes! Like after so much irritatingness over it it's so suddenly over! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had good comments from EVERYONE. People said it was great, cool, nice, meaningful (LOL) and quotes from xeo: the concert was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unexpectedly fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. SO HORRIBLE BUT. Yay :D Only bad thing was too short la, but that couldn't really be helped too, cos our school is so RAWR and make us need to stick to 45 mins haissh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes but comments for qinghuaci are way WEIRDER. Had people saying about the hair (obviously), a lot about the SMILES (haha expected), and then the worst one was WHAT. They said we looked like we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRANCING&lt;/span&gt; and that's their favourite move! LOL. Omg their imitation was so, so horrible but yeah haha kind of amusing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I was so flustered yesterday especially nearing the concert cos I had to run around and still had to PERFORM RAWR. All linkai's fault. Why she pian1 pian1 sick on that day ): Yeah I was informed to dance only like at 12plus in the afternoon ): Hais. So yeah. Supposed to give cues etc make sure when it starts open doors and all.. but nvm! Then had to rush costume makeup hair in like 40 minutes. Seemed like beijing all over again, just that this time it wasn't in the bus but in the nice holding room haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but yes! Thank you everyone for coming to support yay x3 And really thanks to my helpers and all the AV people too, and of course my performers! You know yesterday after I reached home and bathe I totally started calling philip and smsing a whole lot of people - all my performers, helpers, crew, people who came to support - and I spent like nearly one hour just smsing alone haha. I would count the number  of smses if I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I have free unlimited smses:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes! Really thank you everyone! Love you all loads x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly obviously need to thank wenqi ruio and addie (who happens to be sitting diagonally opposite me now) for being such lovely team members, for having put in so much effort together to make this so beautiful  (: Wenqi especially, for being a really WONDERFUL stage manager, for being so clear and everything when I couldn't because I had to perform. Whee! And addie and ruio for doing everything else for me e.g. giving flowers and certs haha and yes collecting dinner too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Modern dancers said the food was GOOD! Haha. Quotes from shiyan: "We loved the chicken rice. Like best catered food for a performance EVER." Lol! Good job :D And it was so cheap too, so yay me for having found such a good supplier LOL. Though in the end we threw away a few packets but still.. So cool haha first time people praise food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! That's about it. I'm still in a very happy mood. And after this we'll have to clear up our reports and stuff and yupp that's yfc for me this year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile, I'm currently in the library exploiting shiyan's internet thingo. Everyone else around me is studying, but haha do I look like I care? I am obviously just going to slack. Okay. For now at least (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag replies! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruio: &lt;/span&gt;Yes astons! Super nice right :D Yupp my mum's thing is gross but.. even she herself also laugh please! So it brings humour to our family la xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying:&lt;/span&gt; Yes yes it's super scary ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen: &lt;/span&gt;Excuse me. What kind of attention -.- Whoo shiyan's phone is attracted to me HAHA. That sounds so gross and.. weird. EEEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt; YES HAPPY!~ :D Thank you addie! x3 muacks. Haha yes I am a fast thinker whoo. Good job. Uh what would happen to me o.O He would grab me by force and pull me to some place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xeo: &lt;/span&gt;That's cos I had my phone in my POCKET and it was BULGING and thus very OBVIOUS and he SAW it because I saw him look at my phone in my pocket! Rawr.. so. No self defence or whatever, xeo! Don't think I'm stupid tskk. Bubblebee AAH so cute lol.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Talking about shiyan's phone. Yesterday when I called her she freaked out and the first thing she said when she picked up was "are you here omg don't scare me". I heard that and wanted to scare her by keeping quiet and ignoring her for a while but AHAHA I couldn't stand it and burst out laughing in the end. LOL. Okay whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. One last thing I forgot to mention. Though the black guy incident was freaky but I need to thank him for helping me find a new shorter route to the library HAHA. Cos I didn't exactly dare to walk that road again. So had to try out a new route - then whoo I realised it's much shorter than the route I used to take! Okay something like I always knew this route  existed but didn't know it would be that much shorter la okay. So yay. And it's got more people too, cos of a lot of shops and coffeeshops. So yes. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now! Time to mug. I have successfully spent mroe than one hour in the library slacking. Do I care? NO. Jen is still on her FIRST math question omg. Jiayou jen. Told you you should  totally change your studying methods jen, even though you are smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Ttfn (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I'm still in a very, very happy mood! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8115236533293152238?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8115236533293152238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8115236533293152238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8115236533293152238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8115236533293152238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-d-im-very-very-happy-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6099053891691076370</id><published>2009-09-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:48:28.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOO ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Tag replies cos I've got long replies and I don't want to squeeze them there &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew:&lt;/span&gt; Please what for one second -.- he just totally doubted me! He must have had too many of these experiences and know that people will give him fake number -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhiting:&lt;/span&gt; Haha I really, really hope so then! Hais. Hopefully there will be a lot of random unknown people who will suddenly turn up and buy tickets or something, lol. Yes freaky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xenia:&lt;/span&gt; Cos he really looked very desperate and friend-less.. and so weird to just walk away! I didn't expect him to be THAT weird &gt;:( I thought I help blind man across the road in sec2. Hmm am I failing my memory or is it you. But excuse me that one is totally DIFFERENT INCIDENT from this one?! That one was just time wasting and boring and uh.. whatever, this one is SCARY and FREAKY. And WHAT my phone having affair?! It's like obviously HER PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruio:&lt;/span&gt; You very outdated, but yah EEEEW so gross but QUITE FUNNY right! Why no one agree with me &gt;:( Really very scary la why will people call on the spot one UGH. I didn't! I even pretended to be SERIOUSLY giving him my number. I go library supposed to do homework DUH. But ended up spending half the time slacking and doing yfc stuff -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiyan:&lt;/span&gt; I cannot help it lah. Too interesting so must share the story :D I also carry my phone around whole day -.- You just don't talk about it and I won't remember (:&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yah actually long just cos I disagree with so many things xeo said. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realised I seriously have been eating a lot of western like food which means SPENDING A LOT on them as well omg let me tell you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday lunch: Macs, spent like $6 plus cos there was no student meal &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Monday breakfast: Macs AGAIN, spent like $6 cos it's... macs breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (WORST): $6.50 at prince for lunch (bleh), $7.50 (i think) at spaghetti too (random place where I ate baked rice) for dinner. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Astons dinner, 6 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Subway lunch, 6 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHH. lucky i ate all normal chinese-y food today. Though I still spent $4 on not so nice kway chap. I conclude that I shall only eat kway chap at places where I KNOW it will be nice -.- Like the nice jurong east coffee shop VARI NICE that we always go when we go library HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever! Moral of the story: Lots of expensive fattening food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously eating a lot this holidays la! For the meals I left out, I ate steamboat on Sunday (WHEEE) and I ate kway chap TWO TIMES, each time with TWO BOWLS of kway. Yay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Paiseh I just need to rubbish a little.&lt;br /&gt;Whee tomorrow's the big day, and we'll see if everything goes fine tommorrow then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6099053891691076370?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6099053891691076370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6099053891691076370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6099053891691076370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6099053891691076370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/boooo-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-258091447926831167</id><published>2009-09-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:32:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes alright. Blogger's finally looking normal again, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaky thing no. #1 &lt;/span&gt;that happened 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from shiyan while using my phone for qinghuaci. Everyone in the studio can vouch for that. Shit, had to stop the dance, pick up the call, but there was no reply so I hung up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the dance again, and received a call from her AGAIN. Then like wth omg and laoshi went was like "forget it you all ownself pai" and she went off! :( And then by the time I wanted to pick up it hung up already so it was a missed call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then continued dance and after dance I looked at my phone again and oops missed a call from her at 16.37 (it's so freaky that I remember the exact time!) Weird thing is she smsed me at 16:36, so why in the world did she call me immediately after she smsed me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, thought it was what important thing, so called her back and she missed 2 of my calls.&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY she called me and we FINALLY got to talk to each other and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiyan: Yes what?&lt;br /&gt;Siming: Yah what?&lt;br /&gt;Shiyan: Huh what? You called me!&lt;br /&gt;Siming: Huh no I called you cos you called me like 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;Shiyan: Huh no I didn't at all! You called me twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes after a lot, A LOT of talk and clearing things up, we realised that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DIDN'T CALL ME AT ALL! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was super, super frreaky cos she really didn't, and I swear I missed 3 of her calls, it's in my call record. Next day she showed me her call record and no there wasn't ANY record of her calling me at all, but yes in MY record there's me missing her call!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freaky thing is, her sister caller her at 16:38, so.. how could she (or her phone) be calling me and talking to her sis at almost the same time/immediately after?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were both very, very freaked out. Her phone.. called me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freaky thing no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the library yesterday morning, at 9.30am at a ulu jurong street (cos I walk the weird way to get to the library), I was feeling studious (cos I was carrying a backpack HAHA - okay not the point) when suddenly a random black man kinda said hi to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like walking, I was like walking, then he looked at me and say hi, how are you? Then I uh okay.. I'm fine.. And then he started talking and talking! And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice me&lt;/span&gt; stopped to talk to him a little.. but how in the world was I supposed to know that he was just a WEIRD guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started asking me where I'm from, where I'm studying, where I live, where I'm going.. Telling me he's studying in this international school at jurong, he's from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;south africa&lt;/span&gt;, thought I looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; (?!) and was wondering if we could be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wth. Asked me for my name and my number. So I told him a random name and a random  number (think I was alice or something). FREAKY THING IS. He called the number to make sure I gave him the right number wth! So I told him I'm not carrying my phone with me now I'm carrying my mum's phone (he asked oh why!). And then told him I need to rush off excuse me thanks. And he ended by asking me a last question how old are you -.- OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my thinking-on-the-feet skills quite good right (: but it was very, very FREAKY! Cos the road really didn't have many people and it's just so freaky omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ended. Freaky things for the days. EEEEEYEERRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thank me, just told you all 2 nice long stories. Bahh just came home from MAF rehearsal, as if anyone's going to watch in the first place -.- Bzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes. And... I'm.. STAYING IN SINGAPORE FOR GCP! (latest news - I bet all of you don't know yet :D) Lol I know I sound happy and excited hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL. Just to update about the weird happenings in my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING. I HOPE A LOT A LOT OF PEOPLE WILL SUDDENLY BUY TICKETS ON THE SPOT ON SATURDAY, OMGOSH HAIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-258091447926831167?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/258091447926831167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=258091447926831167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/258091447926831167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/258091447926831167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3223184188978796671</id><published>2009-09-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:27:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mum looked into the toilet bowl and saw something brownish-black(?) inside. Thinking it was a sock which fell in, she stuck her hand in to want to take it out. Then eh? Why does it feel so soft and mushy? And AAAAAHH. It's poo la omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA AHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3223184188978796671?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3223184188978796671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3223184188978796671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3223184188978796671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3223184188978796671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/hahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8239335734977352008</id><published>2009-09-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:44:15.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've a got million and one things going on in my mind right now, yes I do. And I'm just freaking screwed up, pissed, irritated and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I just bombed my mum $74 from visiting the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've got a big humongous pimple somewhere around my face and it's freaking obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've got a million and one medicine to eat and bring to sch and it's very mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't folded my uniform and haven't packed my bag for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And like I have done absolutely nothing for IH presentation, I think the whole thing is quite weird but I don't know how and what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;And yes we hope that we can get away scot-free tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I have one question of LIN.1 that I don't know how to do and almost the whole Physics AS 21.4 that I have absolutely no idea about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's fun SWC thing happening tomorrow and I better remember to bring what I need to bring.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to pass addie all the stuff and tell her stuff for tmr morning. &lt;br /&gt;And I need to sneak pass sylvia the things before anyone realises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just lost the freaking thing in which I keep my money and that means I have lost like, A GRAND AT LEAST $70?!&lt;br /&gt;I found out my sister took $20 out of my wallet without telling me. Stealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have to be clear about my yfc concert things dammit. Helpers, helpers.&lt;br /&gt;And uh we haven't even sold 100 tickets at least? &lt;br /&gt;And okay there's a meeting on friday after school at backstage. &lt;br /&gt;And I need to write down a list of things to discuss during the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need to know what exactly I'm doing this Friday during SAP seminar hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do I need to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Look through IH presentation and see how to unweird it a little.&lt;br /&gt;Sms comm people about how much money they owe me rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Write down a list of things I need to tell addie when passing her stuff tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get my mum to write letter for being late last Friday. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! And I need to borrow blazer tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 million things going on in my mind, 101 million smses I've sent about all diff things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took one hour to sleep last night - half due to coughing and half due to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm losing it when I have been tossing around in my bed for half an hour, then I suddenly get out of bed and get out of the room sleepily, write down something I need to do on the paper which I listed out everything - and then go back in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister looked up at me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"You are very stressed aren't you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8239335734977352008?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8239335734977352008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8239335734977352008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8239335734977352008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8239335734977352008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-million-and-one-things-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8722009658314047745</id><published>2009-09-01T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:01:57.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took more than one hour to fall asleep yesterday night, because I just kept coughing and coughing and it just wouldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Omg do you know how horrible that feels ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I not think proposal is as good as everyone says o.O Watched today and uhm found it a so-so movie, funny at parts, sick at parts, but yes that's about it. Why does everyone like it so much ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just not go to school tmr -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8722009658314047745?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8722009658314047745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8722009658314047745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8722009658314047745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8722009658314047745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-took-more-than-one-hour-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-2342153162829813204</id><published>2009-08-31T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:02:10.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg my throat is dying ):&lt;br /&gt;But it's teachers' day! So OBVIOUSLY must scream like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;And then after that had batch cheer, then council cheers one after another.&lt;br /&gt;And then my throat screws itself up until it's going to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it got better along the way phew. And now I'm left with a normal lost voice like the usual after-cheering-too-much thing, though it seriously wasn't because of cheering/screaming - just woke up one day and tadah ive got a sore throat great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's now evolved into a cough - my throat is so "ticklish" rawr! Keep coughing and coughing zzz. For once when I fell asleep on the sofa I woke up like 15 mins later cos I just kept coughing for the whole time and couldn't sleep -.- Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Otherwise, today was a rather enjoyable day (: I suddenly feel a great urge to need to do homework or something. As usual, didn't hand in physics ws today hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness screwed up something about yfc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-2342153162829813204?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2342153162829813204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=2342153162829813204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2342153162829813204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2342153162829813204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-my-throat-is-dying-but-its-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4889511123976219791</id><published>2009-08-30T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:22:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are you not online and didn't reply my sms!!&lt;br /&gt;I box you, rawr &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4889511123976219791?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4889511123976219791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4889511123976219791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4889511123976219791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4889511123976219791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-are-you-not-online-and-didnt-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6409639247083402857</id><published>2009-08-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:35:11.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And omg I'm falling sick ): Rahh.&lt;br /&gt;Was alr sick yesterday morning, but still decided to go to school because of camp.&lt;br /&gt;And then still went for two days of camp, ran so much, screamed so much and cheered so much some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels dead now ): And then mr. flu decided to visit me as well. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6409639247083402857?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6409639247083402857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6409639247083402857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6409639247083402857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6409639247083402857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-omg-im-falling-sick-rahh.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6170557643008534631</id><published>2009-08-29T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:33:54.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh no no no no no ~&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing control off myself and my emotions ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite actually understand why I cried today, and in fact I was seriously shocked when I started crying because I really didn't expect myself to at all. And then I don't know what happened and suddenly my tears just couldn't stop omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect myself to, because I felt I had lost the passion in it, lost the enthusiasm I once had, lost the feeling of togetherness that was once there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, looking back on it, I suddenly think I had every reason to cry because of all that we had been through and all that we have done. How much we've grown and learnt over these past 2 years alone, it's just so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take for example, how I've survived through all 3 council camps, all the disgusting PT, all the irritating scoldings and screamings, all the touching feelings, and the spirit of togethernesss x3 I love council camps because it's always at the end of it all that we suddenly feel the bond for each other and we suddenly feel so united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also after things like investiture, especially this year's one, when it was really a huge success. I remember smsing everyone in passing on comm almost every day to get them to check their email, and then sleeping for an average of 3 -4 hours a day to rush out proposals that were to be due just the next day, and freaking out during rehearsals and screaming at people for forgetting their cues, and then spending 3/5 days after school training for nysl item.. It was just so meaningful (: And yes, once again, we feel so united, so lovely, so I LOVE COUNCIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it doesn't last long, and once we start school, start splitting up into our own committees and our own projects again.. it starts to blur again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the reason why I thought I started to lose passion in it, because everything just felt so different, we didn't seem like we were doing anything anymore, everything just felt like it was happening for the sake of happening. Maybe because we had no specific projects also I guess. And I was also especially irritated during the council perf for teachers' day, because so many people just didn't bother, lunch prac oh yes indeed go to the canteen and you can see councillors eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think this camp brought us and me all back together again (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the time that I've been in Council, and definitely, no matter what, I would have joined it again anyhow. I remember in sec2 I was so freaking scared because I wasn't a PSL, and then so freaking happy that I got nominated and finally elected into Council, and then so freaking scared again because the whole thing seemed.. so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now 2 years have passed and it feels so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Council for giving me a lot of opportunities, to develop myself in ways that I could never have achieved anywhere else. Things like 14 and 15SLC. Attending ICYL last year. Standing in front of the school making morning announcements. Standing in front of the school during CSM getting everyone to cheer. Standing in front of the cohort getting them to sing national day songs. Being attached to a MP for 2 weeks and seeing how they work. And the list goes on and on. It may even boil down to the tiniest things like hosting VIPs, serving food, interacting with guests etc. Without Council, I wouldn't have known about these things at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank our batch as well, for the lovely times together. The times that we've stuck through thick and thin, from being afraid of seniors to standing up for ourselves to leading the juniors. I'll forever remember the time we sat around after PSLC and cried like nothing. The times when  seniors were just lashing their tongues out at us while we were trembling and crying in push-up and leg-raisers  positions. The times when we would gather together, laugh evilly and think of how we should scare the juniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also all the very very inspiring leaders in our batch who just are.. so inspiring (: I think it's really cool how you can find your own batchmate a really true leader and you really wonder to yourself sometimes when you are not like that. People like alicia who just is so confident, so charismatic, so presentable, and can always impromptu a speech on the spot; and people like priscilla, who is truly sacrificial and does not seem to care about herself at all - she's just always looking out for others and caring about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Council and batch09 (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somewhere along the way, it indeed have been irritating, everyone didn't care about each other at all, hey I finish my project that's it I've got nothing to do with you. Or that it was so irritating to have to reach school on time by 7am to do morning announcements. To sacrifice every single one of my Friday lunch for GM. To sacrifice dance for so many times because of Council. To put up with all the irritating things people said about us and Councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet at the end of it all, it was a super nice experience and I'm really, really glad I got in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very, very sure that I still have the passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, once again, I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh. I shan't think about it yet. yet.&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to talk to you ): But oh well, you're busy, so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really am super depressed that I'm stepping down from everything ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6170557643008534631?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6170557643008534631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6170557643008534631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6170557643008534631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6170557643008534631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugh-no-no-no-no-no-im-losing-control.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7726022953257288898</id><published>2009-08-28T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:32:53.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things clash. And when A LOT of things clash. A lot of IMPORTANT things clash. It's  damn irritating. Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is now successfully packed from 6am - 9pm on Saturday and 7am - 8pm on Sunday [ie: time that I will be out of house!]. Wow, good job, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello I know it's my fault that I cannot go, but you didn't need to nag and say so much about things like as if I didn't want to go, because I OBVIOUSLY want to go. It's my father dammit -.- And I always, ALWAYS go alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I can't make it because I can't abandon two of my poor friends alone and let them do so much stuff when they have already been spending so much time, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. I shall. shut up, think about happy things like camp tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, think about nice people like yujia x3 hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7726022953257288898?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7726022953257288898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7726022953257288898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7726022953257288898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7726022953257288898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/rahhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8964230271933690245</id><published>2009-08-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:32:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.. has been a rather depressing day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got high during dance..&lt;br /&gt;And now, the depressed mood stays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8964230271933690245?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8964230271933690245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8964230271933690245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8964230271933690245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8964230271933690245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-2802738084070883979</id><published>2009-08-16T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:01:02.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's seriously something wrong with blogger. I swear, I was going to post at 2am last night because no matter what I did I couldn't fall asleep, but blogger couldn't work, so too bad, fateless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, blogger is still being weird now, but heck I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've got truckloads of things to say after farewell on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou juniors for having done up such a brilliant farewell for us~&lt;br /&gt;We could see the time, effort and yes even MONEY put into this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Really made us feel like princesses (:&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to just sit at the side and be pampered for once, instead of being the ones running around handling things or cleaning up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really, really showed me how much I love NYCD, and how much I can't bear to let it go. I told myself not to cry during farewell, but I couldn't help it, I still did. And when I went home and read all the beloved letters again, I cried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was a time in p6, when I first got accepted into nanyang, I was wondering what CCA I should join. I wondered if I should join nycd or nymd, and in the end I decided on nycd. Yet, in sec one, during cca orientation, I wavered again, because modern dance just seemed so much more appealing and yes, maybe more useful than chinese dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad for the cca concert which really made me decide on what I really wanted. It was that particular dance, and maybe, that dancer who made me want to join nycd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this senior. Whom I really looked up to. Then, to me, she seemed perfect in everything - she was lead dancer, she was tall and pretty, and then I realised she was VP of dance, and then I found out she was in Council, and I was just so freaking inspired by her. All my close batchmates would know this (: And yes, perhaps, it was her who helped shape me into who I was today. Though she might never ever have realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years in Nanyang, I'm glad to say that yes I have managed to be like her, though not exactly the same, but at least I think I've attained my own targets. Though not VP of dance, but at least, level ic. In Council, and in exco, though she wasn't, but hey we were both in CIA (At least I think she was in CIA!). And we both did barricade duty! And, she was lead for tongyishouge and hudie, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm trying very hard for tongyishouge now (stress but yes), learnt lead for hudie (though it was just a small minor part during cca showcase but I guess it still counts), and was lead for hongshan as well. So yes I guess, to a certain extent,  I have managed to be like her and be what I wanted to be since sec one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYCD had taught me so, so many things, and have left so many unforgettable memories in each and every one of us. Perhaps, we were always  the one being looked down upon, being chided, scolded, expected of, and disappointed time and again, but yet, we have progressed so much it's hard to believe how much we have all changed and improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so heartwrenching because it's all those things that we've been through together that made us who we were today - and just when we were starting to perform, we are going to step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever know what we've been through. Anger, fear, disappointments, ashamed, upset, misunderstood - you name it, we've got it. What would you know about how it feels like to be working on just one dance for seven freaking months, for every single CCA session and maybe even extra practices? Or about picking up beads of about 3mmsquare in size and sewing and threading them one by one to make our seniors' costumes look even prettier than ever? About having a brilliant batch so strong above you that you feel despised upon, useless, lousy, and worthless? About being kou-ed by your seniors and being told how wrong your actions are such that you can't help but &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt;? About having to stay in school till 10pm, preparing for a mere 2 hour concert? About having to go to the dance studio every single morning and break, whatever time we can squeeze out of, to practice? About having to train EVERY SINGLE DAY before syf, even on saturdays and sundays when everyone was resting at home or mugging for blocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, while we complain, while we feel tired, it's still ultimately the same love and passion that drives us on. It felt so damn nice when we were dancing for maybe one of the last few times on friday - going through every single dance, dancing to our hearts' content and for once - dancing just for the sake of enjoying yourself, and having no need to think about whether we are doing it correctly or what others think about how you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels amazing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously feels damn sad to have to step down and leave after how we've worked so hard to where we are today. Yet, I understand and I know it's an inevitable process and stop it, I'm trying very hard to accept the fact and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss nycd so so damn much. I'm going to miss my batchmates, my juniors, and laoshi ): Nycd isn't just like any other dance cca, it's just special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's nycd, and we share that common goal, that common passion.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's nycd, and we know how much effort we have to put in for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad for nycd which made me have so many lovely, amazing friends that I totally treasure and never ever want to part with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not really feeling it that much now because I know I'm still going to CCA next week and I still have my last two performances. And if all goes well, and yes maybe for our very own concert too. And I'm probably going to go and liangong to keep my body in shape or something -.- Before I go over to hwachong and all is gone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know when I really, really am leaving, I'm going to feel the pain damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least for now, I'm going to treasure whatever I have. For these last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Shit I'm feeling damn sad now, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that after these 4 years, even as I love and class and my classmates like crazy, I enjoy being in Council and everything, the best &lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt; anyhow, is still dance.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't want to leave ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-2802738084070883979?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2802738084070883979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=2802738084070883979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2802738084070883979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2802738084070883979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-seriously-something-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3055486151810729990</id><published>2009-08-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:47:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REACHED HOME AT 1145 &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3055486151810729990?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3055486151810729990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3055486151810729990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3055486151810729990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3055486151810729990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-reached-home-at-1145.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8039205143008326690</id><published>2009-08-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:56:11.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm finally posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume I need to post about what has happened in the last week. What can I say? Mugging, mugging and more hardcore mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I slept for an average of 4 hours a day or something ): People like me are naturally stupid and who don't listen in class just have to end up mugging like shit during tests.&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously very draining and mentally (physically as well actually) tiring. You go home everyday, knowing you can't do anything but study and practice. Face your books, shut yourself from the rest of the world, and drown yourself in utter misery and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself once my internet is on, so I basically just did all the important things I needed to do, fb a while, check blogs a while (oops) everyday and then off I go. I spend at most only half an hour on the net everyday, lol. So pro right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well heck it! Over, over, over :D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's seriously all mugging like shit. Power of sec fours.&lt;br /&gt;And then we wonder what's going to happen to our eoys ~ (well at least I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm currently on a total strike for anything academic-related, I'm sure a lot of people are too. When I reached home on Thursday I totally slept at 10pm HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday was SUUPPER TIRING I SWEAR. Emceeing and highing people is damn tiring okay, just like CSM, standing in front of the whole school and trying to high people and making them CHEER. Omg at least this time it was better - no sun, quite good response, and quite happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had dance (while everyone's out to play) and it was frigging tiring. This dance is like totally omg super super tiring and we haven't danced in so long it's so much worse ): Totally can't do stuff after half the dance is gone please, it's so tiring ouch. I stank like shit after that, and seriously, I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world did the white part of my national day flag tattoo turn GRAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the rest of the day was quite fun, though we didn't get to watch up. And omg I have totaly no musical talent, I accept that lol. And let me tell you something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY STEPPED IN A HOUSE WITH FIVE FRIGGING DOGS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. So amazing right! I mean, seriously!! Though I was screaming and was tearing before I entered the house hmph, and totally just stayed on the couch the whole time, and only dared to touch ONE of them.. It was still an amazing feat for me okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for goodness, I'm scared of dogs and I just am so you all should stop telling me how harmless they are or whatever shit about wth why are you making such a big fuss out of everything. The least you could do is go entertain the dogs yourself and don't bother about me, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thankyou jen addie zinc and kai for PROTECTING me against the dogs yst! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. And I watched SEVEN episodes of heroes today and did all I should for yfc and now.. it's time to PACK MY TABLE! (I think I'm going to take another picture of it or something)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make this whole stay-home day a meaningful one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8039205143008326690?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8039205143008326690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8039205143008326690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8039205143008326690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8039205143008326690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5174553703380321999</id><published>2009-07-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:44:17.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painned. I am sian! Thanks to a lovely lesson called pe and a lovely person called nicole and a lovely thing at the side called uh.. stone benches?! I have wounds on my legs and bruises on my. Ahem. I shan't talk about this. But it hurts okay ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully we've got some cool medicated oil at home and according to my sister it works damn well, thought it's very SUPER painful when applied I heck lah, I want to recover fast -.-&lt;br /&gt;But I got dance tomorrow and I can't even bend my knee properly now, dammit -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think about the process when I was falling and I suddenly think it's quite cool leh. I thought it was SLOW, like I feel hands on my back, I bang my knee against the stone benches, then I fell forward, my head moving SLOWLY FORWARD, my back bending, my hands stretching out to cushion my fall so I don't fall splat on my face.. I'm surprised I actually quite know what was happening o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool. I wonder if it was actually that slow o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! The whole point is. Can't walk properly, hmphs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, to encourage and comfort myself I decided to go imm and rubbish a while and I bought my favourite food (though I don't know why it turned out quite bad), so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came home and SLEPT (omg!) So I didn't study much today (again).&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo wake up it's like less than 5 days away, wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and anyway! A bit late but yes CONGRATS TO OUR DEAR CHOIR GIRLS for a concert super well done :D I think our school choir is really good :D Super nice!&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG DID I TELL YOU ALL I'M TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH SHINJIRU (how to spell)&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade is just so so so so pretty also x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the encore part which was weird because didn't know if could shout and scream cos it was ESPLANADE. But it's alright, pamie did the job, so yay :D&lt;br /&gt;They were like "okay no one shouting encore so.. how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you ladies were all super pretty yesterday (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room just stinks of the oil now. At least it doesn't smell THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy, again. But I think it's too early.. to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5174553703380321999?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5174553703380321999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5174553703380321999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5174553703380321999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5174553703380321999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/rawrr.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5133485572944655053</id><published>2009-07-28T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:12:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I'm tired lah. Seriously, too long never dance le ): Even laoshi says there's something wrong with me sobs ): Haha but I seriously thought I had nothing to deprove from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but anyway. Main point is: I deproved a lot already ):&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired after not-full-bagan and dancing tongyishouge.&lt;br /&gt;But really, that dance is super tiring lah! It's like.. tiring o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will regret saying I want to dance this despite tests and all, but nope I don't think so :D I love dancing so much~ And it's like my last dance ):&lt;br /&gt;Just that I don't want to be lead omg cos very stressful?! &lt;br /&gt;Get jessica or something lah, she's so tall and pro ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting I'm like dancing with wangqing and charlene, who makes me feel TINY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic: Everyone is still falling sick. It's so scary.&lt;br /&gt;Addie the worst, cheat my feelings, her temp 38.0 then after walking down to GO she became like what, 36.5?! The GO person was also like o.O you are just trying to pon lessons right.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Xeo and zhiting get well soon, you all got concert tomorrow! ):&lt;br /&gt;And addie too, you like uh, half sick or something o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to not do anything le lah! I really damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just do a bit of matrices then.. sleep early. Heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow announcing exco 2010 :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5133485572944655053?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5133485572944655053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5133485572944655053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5133485572944655053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5133485572944655053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-im-tired-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7372013649837808840</id><published>2009-07-27T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:57:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg omg lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, wasted day AGAIN! I was supposed to study for bio quiz and a bit of matrices cos got quiz on Wednesday (hey I figured out when they were :D) then in the end didn't at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH and today is monday, ie nothing after school, ie supposed to study.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't feel like today lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went YMCA for an utterly disappointing thing, then spent like 15 mins waiting for mccafe (I'm not exaggerating) then went to shop A LITTLEE (like REALLY little) with wenqi, then go home o.O &lt;br /&gt;I was so happy I slept all the way home on the bus omg it was super peaceful and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I've finally settled what to wear for choir concert!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to give everyone what they want :D I'm so nice wheee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 real flowers, 2 fake flowers, and 1 chocolate. Hahaha. Quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering how to get the fake flowers, or should I just make them myself o.O&lt;br /&gt;See lah xeo you so mafan waste so much of my brain cells :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway moral of the story. I'm not going to do anything tonight.&lt;br /&gt;My plan: watch heroes (omg shit lah), study a bit of bio until I'm sleepy, then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Exco 2010 decided. At least I said whatever I wanted to say, and the results are not that bad after all. I think it's like, if you speak up then you will get what you want -.-&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was generally just saying A LOT and voicing A LOT of my opinions o.O oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually the one I really wanted to push for was only my SWC head lah.&lt;br /&gt;I was all along quite certain of her already, and I sincerely think she's the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;And now yes, she's got exactly the positions I wanted last year. Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm very upset and very very jealous lah. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I admit I even tried to think whether there were anyone else who could take this post because she's already got the other position. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. But at least I didn't let my own selfish thoughts affect my judgments and thus deprive a good junior of her chances. In fact I was pushing so hard for her ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I am jealous ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually forgot all about it alr until when someone smsed me just now then I was like omg totally overwhelmed again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well! It's over. My term is ending soon, I shall just BREATHE, and teach her patiently :D&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe time to do something else as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to strive for that position in JC, I don't care and I'm rather determined o.O &lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything still goes as smoothly as it did in nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;I think many people around me are not even sad about leaving nanyang and can't wait in fact to leave school, but frankly speaking, I really don't bear to leave. Especially those commitments lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today they were just announcing the date we will step down ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! You're old, just admit it. &lt;br /&gt;Which means, after stepping down from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to mug T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, heroes first :D And omg it's like totally tempting me the whole thing finished buffering in like less than the time I took to type this post (which is like less than 5 mins?!)&lt;br /&gt;Totally tempting me to LOAD MORE AND WATCH MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I shall control! (I hope?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile, jiayou my dear sister for your new post :D At least you are not totally that freaked out right xD And don't pms again next week after elections or something! You can drag me to the toilet o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7372013649837808840?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7372013649837808840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7372013649837808840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7372013649837808840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7372013649837808840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-omg-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6792393478511971751</id><published>2009-07-26T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:15:49.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg omg ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent like 3 or 4 hours today watching 4 episodes of heroes -.-&lt;br /&gt;And then 4 or 5 hours watching tv while doing other unimportant things.&lt;br /&gt;And yes indeed, there are block tests coming up next week! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gives shocked look like a miss li*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but really very rubbish. It's 11pm now and I haven't done anything besides completing what I intended to finish YESTERDAY -.- omg ):&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even packed bag, fold council u, brush teeth, PREPARE to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow not going school late lorh ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! But I feel happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I woke up at 10am which means I had 8 plus 9 hours of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A NEW PHONE! Omg omg. My mum is so freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't need to go out because I cancelled CIP (but quite sad right)&lt;br /&gt;And then I got amusement by watching bruce lee and be reminded of fiona and yvn! :D&lt;br /&gt;And then I watched 4 episodes of heroes~ (but STILL)&lt;br /&gt;And then I learnt another small part of tongyishouge.&lt;br /&gt;And then I counted money from 4 tins cans and got a total of $535.35 ~ (whee!)&lt;br /&gt;And then I watched liverpool trash singapore 5-0&lt;br /&gt;And then I watched da mo jing~ Like I always do but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay sounds like a lot of unimportant things that I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually got influenced by my sister and SAT DOWN THERE watching 22 people go after a ball without getting BORED. Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;But I watched at the last bits when all the good Liverpool players came out and there were 3 goals in like uh, less than 20 minutes or something :D Nice ~&lt;br /&gt;And then I concluded by liking a Liverpool player hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I really should start mugging. And figure out when the quizzes this week are o.O Hmm. Okay mug mug mug. How am I to go about doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got 2 new birthday presents in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a lot of the birthday presents I haven't received come from my close friends!&lt;br /&gt;(And jen and xeo goes on about their warped logic which makes A BIT of sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay stop! I should go and prepare to sleep. Because I need to do all those random things that will take like half an hour or something o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh but I DO feel quite screwed because I haven't done  what I intended to do for TODAY &gt;:( Only completed what was supposed to be done YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and. I really, seriously am starting to feel upset about what's going to happen tmr.&lt;br /&gt;But we can't stop it. And we can't control it.&lt;br /&gt;Needs to be strong yes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have just decided that I'm totally not sleepy at all so I shall go and do something first. At least it's something fun :D&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a LITTLE afraid that I might just end up watching heroes again. Omg control.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw batchmate I'm really interested to know who you are can you xian4 shen1 and appear and tell me who please ~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight in advance! &lt;br /&gt;(I think I sound very happily bored today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6792393478511971751?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6792393478511971751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6792393478511971751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6792393478511971751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6792393478511971751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-omg-i-just-spent-like-3-or-4-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1640868601957609693</id><published>2009-07-26T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:18:32.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;This is attempt no #1 to revive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going through a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I really am. And now I really don't feel like doing anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude that McCafe coffee doesn't work on me at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that are happening kind of just make me want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm pushing so hard for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this and making myself miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Council elections and dance elections yesterday. And then slc qing gong yan. Made me think a lot. And I feel vaguely old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advisor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed just not too long age when I myself was campaigning for Council.&lt;br /&gt;And then when I was deciding who to vote for P and VP of my batch.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was informed that I got into Council exco.&lt;br /&gt;And when I was standing in the dance studio answering interview questions.&lt;br /&gt;And when I was harbouring false hopes over something that was absolutely useless.&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart sank to the bottomest when I heard the results.&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised that things are just so political and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was made level ic when I didn't really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;And then more than half of Secondary 4 is gone. &lt;br /&gt;And our new P and VP comes out. New dance exco. Tadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel upset, I feel indignant, I feel irritated, pathetic, shitty, unfair and all the whatnots. Was I ever given a chance?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't ever my choice. It was all decided by seniors and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I come to think about it, if I was ever given a choice, I would have chosen dance. Really. You don't know how badly I wanted it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that our exco isn't good, I love them to the max and they did a brilliant job and she might just have probably done it better than me. Thing is I had expectations of myself and things I wished to pursue. It's what I wanted. That's where I felt SO passionate for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's highly likely to end up in the position that I so badly wanted last year. Exactly the same position. And I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it. I'm sorry to admit this but I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never given a chance to prove that I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why this is making me cry but yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk to anyone about it, because no one understands. I can't talk to her because it's going to be damn sensitive. And the only person I could possibly talk to and who could possibly understand are having her own difficulties and problems and she's going through tremendous stress now ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, it's because of this that I shall continue in JC and I want to get that.&lt;br /&gt;I want it so, so, so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes of a little girl since Secondary 1. Since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this is such a horrible post. My blog will still remain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to stop, because my eyes are already hurting. Stop, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just turn into an ultimate mugger and not care about anything else, alright!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1640868601957609693?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1640868601957609693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1640868601957609693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1640868601957609693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1640868601957609693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8614994507464955727</id><published>2009-07-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:53:23.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever's more or less gone, but the flu remains. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. For all of you who are still blur about everything, as of yesterday, I had a fever of up to 39.6 degrees, flu, running nose, headache, muscle aches, and haha yes, tiredness. These symptoms sound familiar yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking freaked out I tell you. Having a fever during this period.. isn't exactly the best thing that can happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what happened to me. I was perfectly fine on Thursday, still went out in the afternoon doing a lot of things some more. At night was still doing work and studying for bio quiz and asking people to wear ethnic costume and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning. Wth I have a freaking fever -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was only 37.8 degrees, and actually I would have gone to school if I could, but now we need to take temperature everyday so I can't possible sneak in -.- Good thing I didn't anyway, considering how high it went up later o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it was a horrible day to miss school -.- Why couldn't I have fallen sick on any other boring day, but instead I fell sick on one of the most interesting days and when I had SO MANY things to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally missed the racial harmony thing, and it was seriously one of the very rare times I see people even INTERESTED in wearing ethnic costumes.. previously no matter what the school did no one seemed to bother lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to do like 1 gazillion things, and missed bio quiz (which I studied for wth waste my time) and the LA thing? O.o Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so irritating! Uh okay missed math sem as well, but people say that was boring so nope, doesn't matter.. But, still. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chua I'm really sorry for not being able to go today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but anyway! Now a lot better le thank you everyone very much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I should go to school on Monday, because I haven't done a single bit of the whole big pile of homework and I've got no time to do tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;But I've totally missed enough lessons le please -.- I missed 2 out of 5 lessons last week, and the previous two weeks have been missing lessons too. Goodness -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, channel 5 is seriously spamming Harry Potter movies. I think by the time I feel like watching it everyone in the whole world watch finish already oO&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Shall wait and see how. Meanwhile, I conclude that I still lke chamber of secrets best, cos it's the most understandable to me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there is seriously a lot of homework -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8614994507464955727?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8614994507464955727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8614994507464955727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8614994507464955727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8614994507464955727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/sniff-sniff.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5074193993129351217</id><published>2009-07-15T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:59:14.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm damn damn irritated. Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5074193993129351217?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5074193993129351217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5074193993129351217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5074193993129351217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5074193993129351217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-damn-damn-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-2387910707569434164</id><published>2009-07-14T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:38:09.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm blogging because I really feel DAMN TIRED and I really, really want to sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep watching tv some more -.- That's so rare on a weekday can ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have been accumulated boringness and tiredness from the whole of today. I conclude that the only plus point were the RV friends that I made -.- Otherwise, our presentation was settled early early, (I can't help but feel WHY did we prepare so much for?) and then spent the rest of the morning time interacting (o.O) and playing games and the afternoon was damn boring omg -.- Just sat there and listened to presentations. After the excitement about watching live telecast from broadcasting studio wears off, there's nothing much anymore -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the RV people were nice lah :D I think I would have been fab friends with them, seriously. Quite alike, WE'VE ALL GOT KBOX CARDS LOL, and we go clementi as well! Then we went toilet like 2 times, then second time we totally stayed outside for like 10 minutes or soemthing -.- Helped the uncle take down national day banners LOL? Then I got interoggated by a random teacher-like person who was asking me if I was touring them then obviously  said NO because we were supposed to be in there listening to presentations -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever. But quite sad, because after today we aren't going to see each other or anytthing anymore. Facebook added, but yeah so what ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. I hated thee IH thing like shit byut now I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think. I'm going to sleep. NOW. (Note time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovess&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-2387910707569434164?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2387910707569434164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=2387910707569434164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2387910707569434164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/2387910707569434164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-why-im-blogging-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8735274528262414383</id><published>2009-07-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:10:52.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy, SAP seminar is tomorrow and it doesn't even feel like it?&lt;br /&gt;I really thought it would be a totally normal school day tomorrow until like evening or something then I realised HEY NO I'm skipping lessons the whole day tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish! I don't want to miss math yo. But I'm missing bio quiz at least :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are SO prepared. Omgosh. Can't believe it, considering this was seriously a project rushed out within 2 weeks and like.. it was so horrible &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset over something about it, but I decided oh well whatever forget it, I shall just stick to being a lowly nobody since after all people are able to do it better than me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I shall just accept the fact that my chinese sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. That's why I never ever got chinese announcements o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of announcements. I'd be really, REALLY sad if my announcement duty is going to be taken away by the juniors as well! I love it it's so fun, except that I have to die die make sure I reach school by 7am (but I usually do anyway). Uh but yah.&lt;br /&gt;Why they step up so early ): I'm really starting to feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was counting yfc money just now. I got blister on my thumb -.-&lt;br /&gt;And then! Was watching The day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn good show  tell you. Would have been damn good in the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting very much influenced by my friends (esp class) and my sister -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abababa. I should sleep and make sure my voice is perrrr-fect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel the need to say jiayou, because we are really just like that alr lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8735274528262414383?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8735274528262414383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8735274528262414383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8735274528262414383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8735274528262414383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-yes-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7009831681760877308</id><published>2009-07-13T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:05:39.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7009831681760877308?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7009831681760877308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7009831681760877308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7009831681760877308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7009831681760877308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-892858971136200518</id><published>2009-07-12T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:05:47.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lazy to blog nowadays lah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply tags first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew:&lt;/span&gt; Uh. But trigo and exp functions differentiation and integration takes up like, half the whole thing?! -.- It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xeo:&lt;/span&gt; ZZZ whatever! Differentiation and integration is fun when you know how to do it, xeo~ you are damn lousy -.- Obv nv learn before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie:&lt;/span&gt; Haha yes totally agree addie! x3 YAH see should have gone with us. So fun. Then I don't need die carrying to the library you don't need die carrying back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sw: &lt;/span&gt;You buy for your girlfriend lah you.. Buy for your random GIRL friends. Ahem. I still want to know who the person is leh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xeo:&lt;/span&gt; ... Am I supposed to go HIXEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then I let matt and sw talk to each other)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me tell you interesting things that happened yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most interesting thing that can ever happen in the library..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIRD WAS STUCK IN THE LIBRARY O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it was suddenly flying around then POOF appear in front of  us addie shriek I huh? Realised it was a bird then AAHH. It was RIGHT UNDER the couch we were sitting, like 10cm away from our legs or something. Then it hophophop keep flying around. But cannot find its way out! ): I think it kept banging against the windows or something, because it can SEE what is outside but cannot figue out how to go out. Omg ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided we should try to save it somehow, tried to look for the librarian but cannot find -.- Anyway even if we told them what can we do lah.. Then addie wanted to go catch it but figured it would just fly away -.- Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we just ignored it while feeling pitiful for it at the same time. Omg it was really stuck in there for a long time lah. We go for lunch come back and it was still there ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadd. But I guess it figured its way out after uhm.. quite long? Because I think like 3 plus 4 it's not anywhere around le. Unless it flew to other levels and got stuck there -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if it's stuck in the library forever and no one realised and they lock the library at night ): Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nothing else interesting le. It's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched harry potter and chamber of secrets at night! :O Why do I have a feeling I watched it a lot of times before o.O Because I could like say out the next line that was coming out or something like that -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel 5 just spamming harry (lol I typed happy initially) potter movies nowadays because half blood price is coming out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways~ Later got street sales again! Whee I love today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I've got mixed feelings about the whole nothing goes on after school thing -.- I love the fact that I can totally reach home at 2.15pm or 2.30pm, and I find myself having a lot of time, but thing is.. I kind of miss dance ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our LAST YEAR please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how hongshan is going to survive especially when they haven't been pai-ing AT ALL and they are performing in like a month's time o.O&lt;br /&gt;And how our tongyishouge is even going to surface when we haven't even STARTED on the dance aand the performance is in one and a half month's time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah. And, lack of exercise and physical recreation I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. I woke up so early today haha. Be proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-892858971136200518?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/892858971136200518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=892858971136200518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/892858971136200518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/892858971136200518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello_12.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7973297158337033811</id><published>2009-07-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:02:02.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel quite accomplished today, but I shan't tell you why :D&lt;br /&gt;Uhm but I haven't touched the overdue overdue homework still ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY STOPPIT.&lt;br /&gt;I shall, I MUST do it during by this weekend! Addie force me okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sleepy -.- Actually today school was fine except for langarts.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand lang arts I can't stand lang arts I can't stand lang arts x 100000.&lt;br /&gt;And wth we seriously have a lot of freaking LA lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow! Supposed to be LA lecture also become LA lesson. WTH RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, was just a stone day. Video watched during IH was cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy tin cans with ruio! I reached home like what, BEFORE 3?! Because we left school at 1.30pm, and we took cab all the way, and blahblahblah.. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Same old factory as last time, feels exactly the same, except not tired at all because we took cab -.- I CAN'T BELIEVE WE TOOK CAB BUT. Okay we did -.- Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually damn sleepy and I really don't know why. My energy level and my tolerance rate is just depleting by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to turn into a mugger, we have 2 quizzes tomorrow, one on a topic which was never taught in class  and which I copied the entire worksheet from my friend, and another on a topic taught AGES AGO and how am I supposed to remember everything especially when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T DIFFERENTIATE DIFFERENTIATION AND INTEGRATION &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Aiyah but whatever. I just want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think I can eat more things now :D Just that it's damn slow, like really slow, like slower than a xeo and ruio kind of slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. wth happened to my tagboard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruio: I sent her the letter thing already! WOW right I'm so amazed at myself also. But yes STILL stupid lang arts &gt;:( Don't want audi stoppit! Haha because you always sleep so late, why you sleep at 3am yesterday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi: Hello?! I am not edible. Though I got a lot of fats which should be nice to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xeo: EEW at rotten grape -.- Publicity won't have use okay! HAHA cannot see you cos you too small. SMSING IS GOOD FOR HEALTH. You should sms! AND WHATT. Why you want to eat me also?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi: Ruio you are seriously crazy.&lt;br /&gt;(OMG EVERYONE IS CRAZY OVER AUDI -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Huimay: NO.. STOP tempting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie: Uh addie -.- The ad no use one seriously! Why your transformation so lousy so long le still never appear beside me o.O DONT WANT DO R &amp;amp; R OMG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xeo: YES GOOD. That's the right way and right attitude to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: YES TOTALLY.. Omg -.- They are all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donee. I think our earrings very pretty and I'm seriously tempted to buy more. BUT CANNOT OMG. I already spent $4 on one pair already.. Will I even wear it out ever?! It just looks pretty haha. But I don't care, it's money for a good cause whee !~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you should go but earrings too. Go! &lt;a href="http://m4rt.blogspot.com"&gt;http://m4rt.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7973297158337033811?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7973297158337033811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7973297158337033811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7973297158337033811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7973297158337033811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello_09.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3330765914634753300</id><published>2009-07-07T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:14:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I need to do some publicity, as requested by zhiting lol?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;World's Harmonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Nanyang Girls’ High Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JIANMI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="body1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th July 2009, 7.30pm, Esplanade Concert Hall. Tickets @ $16 each (Original: $20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Across the Scandinavian fields, over the plains of Eastern Europe, through Japanese villages and into the quirky world of modern America, embark on a musical journey around the world and listen to an eclectic mix of songs from around the world with the Nanyang High Choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  The repertoire includes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Syncopated Clock, The Waltzing Cat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Typewriter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; by Leroy Anderson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Itsuki no Lullaby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; by Ko Matsushita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Spring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; by Lojze Lebic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Jaakobin Pojat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; by Pekka Kostiainen and selections from Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay you should go because you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) Wenqi and I are going whee! And uh ruio and jen and who else? So we can all go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Show your support for NYC (even though maybe you got no link?) and especially darling addie and xeo and zinc! (I realised I got a lot of good friends there LOL) yes. They are currently working damn hard for it, so must go show support and look at xeo in the middle and addie too tall hidden at the back and.. don't know what. Basically support them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii)  It'll be fun, and not THAT expensive what. Fun to go school concerts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what else to say already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically show your support for them la yes. If you want to go which I really hope you do you can just tell me PLEASEE? Yes. Addie and xeo singing! (If any of you know any of them o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go with me la yes :D Take a break from studying, goodness!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Okay number 1. I am freaking hungry. 2. I am freaking sad. 3. I am freaking sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: I will go and sleep after I finish blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I shall aim to sleep by 11.30pm every night. And these few days I actually think can, because I'm not caring about langarts homework which is the only homework there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND UH DNT TALK TO ME ABT BLOCK TESTS?! SO FAR AWAY SIAO -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Taiwan buddies left today. I conclude that there are only two words to describe my buddy, nothing else already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUBBISH AND IRRITATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. He is damn lame, damn rubbish, nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially thought I wasn't going to miss them that much because I didn't realy interact with them.. didn't go out with them last week, didn't eat lunches or whatever with them at all (these few days keep having meetings why uh o.O), and basically.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after today I realised it was quite sad when they were going to go ):&lt;br /&gt;And I did a really, really stupid thing, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Can't be helped. I love having buddies! It's so fun. Puts my conversational skills to test (CHINESE lol?!) and totally got reason to pon class sometimes, and totally got reason to talk in class *I am explaining things to my buddy/my buddy asking questions!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite fun to talk about our school and our country etc anyway. Just that a lot of times will run out of things to say o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during math lesson I will totally ignore him.. because I MUST listen in math! Die die must, if not die. So.. he just stone for the whole lesson, and continue doing his weird things, making his weird noises, talking to himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S JUST DAMN WEIRD. (ruio and addie hurry up defend me and add on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuppyupp. Okay but anyway still very fun talking to him and though got teased, as usual, (why does it always seem like whenever I'm with a guy everyone must say something -.- He's like freaking 2 years younger and damn rubbish and irritating?) but still fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all about taiwan buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I am damn sad, and you know why ): And I can't do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;URGHH. I just want to. Be normal. Yes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay! I shall tolerate it. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. Having sales in school tomorrow o.O okay must remember give out flyer hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Trying desperately to save our dying yfc ): Des-pe-rate-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh.. tag replies? I haven't done this in ages o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xeo: &lt;/span&gt;Then don't want! How to survive without dictionary?! So hard to type. I type like 5 times faster with dictionary or something ): and stop rubbishing about the impactful sentence LOL at least this time is not impactful WORD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; YES DIE AUDI. So irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruio:&lt;/span&gt; Uh, haven't delete yet lah just keep it there in case I once day cannot control again LOL. (omg very rubbish). No I never play a lot lah (I think?) haha but you live so near, so rush rush rush a bit still can reach school on time. I wake late, I miss my bus, die die die! AND EXCUSE ME WHAT USE AUDI REPLY OMG. Sorry about movie~ I use bio SIA bu3 jiu4 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audi: &lt;/span&gt;SHUDDUP GO AWAY I don't want to reply you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huimay:&lt;/span&gt; Actually I also? Just go out for dental only lol. All sad people should have united and done something else hahaha. YAY R&amp;amp;R HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie: &lt;/span&gt;Cos addie very rubbish, like always. Uh no one beside me to make me do work after/when playing audi HAIS HOW? Addie transform and come my house NOW to make me do work. I also at home stoppit!! HAHA NOSEBLEED WAS AMUSING ACTUALLY! And uh, hmm, a bit scary at the samr time hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donee. Did I do any work today? Actually I did you know.&lt;br /&gt;Overdue math ws Int2 (so stupid, I really could have handed in today) and SAP seminar things? I can't stand it the only thing I'm working hard for now is the SAP seminar thing, and I spend so much time on it maybe I could have done half my R&amp;amp;R -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die die die. Go and sleeep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why did I just spend so much time posting such a long post T_T )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3330765914634753300?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3330765914634753300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3330765914634753300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3330765914634753300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3330765914634753300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8956422035309696072</id><published>2009-07-06T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:28:02.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th July 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to remember this day forever &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8956422035309696072?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8956422035309696072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8956422035309696072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8956422035309696072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8956422035309696072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-july-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7564678115061115112</id><published>2009-07-06T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:57:12.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say about myself, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home after yfc yesterday, watched tv all the way to 11pm and fell asleep at 11pm while watching tv?! And wth my mum woke me up and instead of getting up I think I just hobbled to the bed and CONTINUED SLEEPING -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh! Which probably explains why I woke up "naturally" at 6.20am today, but thing is, do I look like I want to be awake so freaking early on a holiday?! Thus set my alarm at 8, and because of my fking phone which is dying like shit the alarm didn't ring and I woke up at 10 instead -.- And the whole thing just feels very waste time, like wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my bloody phone. I hate it I hate it I hate it to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It hangs at least 10 times everyday and most of the time when I need to spam mass smses (which is a lot you see cos I need to send to the entire batch for dancce messages and sometimes need to send to SWC also rah) it just stops halfway and restarts again~&lt;br /&gt;And now it's getting weirder because it doesn't ring when it's obviously not on silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;And it will hang and stop halfway while talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FRIGGING ALARM DOESN'T RING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is damn bad you see, because I depend on my phone for the alarm (I don't know the existence of alarm clocks) and unlike most of you I don't have a frigging maid or mother or whatever to wake me up at 5.30am every morning to get up for school.&lt;br /&gt;Just in last week alone, I woke up late for school twice -.-&lt;br /&gt;And that's like, 40% if you realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking phone! I wished someone got me a phone for birthday present instead -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and. After I woke up it's like wts I didn't do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;AND I FRIGGING WENT TO PLAY AUDI AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I seriously, SERIOUSLY, should delete that bloody application.&lt;br /&gt;Should never have downloaded it in the first place -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously OUGHT TO do something. Because I still owe my R&amp;amp;R, and the stupid SAP thing is just being frigging irritating, I don't understand why I'm in the team in the first place and being the FRIGGING GROUP LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn irritated -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREATHES ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should calm down, and GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7564678115061115112?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7564678115061115112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7564678115061115112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7564678115061115112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7564678115061115112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleargh.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-860966753689433189</id><published>2009-07-05T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:27:34.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-.- this is crazy. I went to audi after finishing the SAP thing -.-&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, goodness. I'm glad I was lagging so terribly I couldn't get anything if not I might as well have just played until 5am or something! AAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I work better in teams where I have hardworking people like zinc and jiayun - they make me feel guilty if I don't do work, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-860966753689433189?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/860966753689433189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=860966753689433189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/860966753689433189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/860966753689433189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8480018880203093303</id><published>2009-07-05T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:10:50.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzzs. Am irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 6 plus, was so tired wanted to sleep for half an hour, and in the end I woke up at 10pm. OMG LAH. TEN!! What's wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. And I slept with my contacts on some more -.- After I woke up my and started walking around my eyes totally felt like dropping out, couldn't even open my eyes fully because it was so painful -.- Lol. Wonder how I survived the whole night with contacts last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright anyway! But otherwise, today was a relatively boring-ly fun day. Lol that means didn't really do anything exciting or whatever but it was still fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning thing was amusing lol. I was damn bored the whole way until THOSE 3 MINUTES.. and after that was bored again. But those 3 minutes were really very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay basically they were supposed to break Singapore Book of Records (I thought Guiness World Records inititally zzz -.-) by making more than 500 people write the "fu" character in chiense calligraphy together, in like 3 minutes. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 3 minutes the most exciting one! Like everyone write together then whee put it up etc. The calligraphy teacher finished within like what, 5 seconds omg?! And yes, it was damn pretty. See lah calligraphy teacher indeed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to buy YFC earrings! ELAINE I REALISED YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME THE CARD OMGS. Yah. Nothing much, then spent a lot of money on food thanks to addie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after being lame and not knowing where to go we finally decided to end up at vivo where in the end I didn't buy anything at all anyway haha. I wanted to buy something, but didn't buy it in the end. And do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I WAS SHORT OF A FREAKING 10 CENTS -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! So irritating right omg. Look on the floor and if I find 10 cents then can already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it was rather amusing because addie wanted to buy this buffer thing and then didn't have enough money, but the person offered her a REAL LOW price (accd to her). So! She was feeling very sad until we walk walk walk and we saw.. kai! Lol. So took the chance to borrow money from kai (LOL?!) but aanyway she was with her mother and sister lah I think is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then addie bought her beloved buffer. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I think I'm supposed to do the SAP thing tonight leh. But I don't feel like doing it ): How? I don't know what to write in the first place -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8480018880203093303?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8480018880203093303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8480018880203093303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8480018880203093303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8480018880203093303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/zzzs.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4392868355782737681</id><published>2009-07-04T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:16:06.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually feeling tired. Because I spent the whole day out, and I slept for a measly 3.5 hours yesterday -.- Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I overslept this morning omg! Luckily could still reach school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. All lessons were rather boring except for math because I finally listened and UNDERSTOOD wth was goin on in class, and for PCCG because we decided to involve our beloved buddies and they were having fun and being lame and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy is, still. Damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSA was.. DSA. What can I say? It's the same every year. I gave up going out with my Taiwan buddies to VIVO (lol and someone came from there) and went for DSA instead, even though I actually managed to persuade quekying and linkai to let me go -.- But still. Oh well. Thought it would be so stupid because I would have to leave at 5 latest anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went Mt Faber! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was rather surprised this yeaar no one cried  at DSA. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to watch movie, the turnout was so BOOM lol @ at the ac gang haha. Charles you are pro! And then the queue and everything else was so long in the end we didn't eat dinner o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers was actually just so-so to me, not that amazing. It's like totally different feeling from the first one: Transformers 1 was boring and I was thinking "why the hell does everyone love this movie so much" in the first half an hour, but after that I was like omg yes yes damn nice. Transformers 2 at the start was "okay lah not that bad what", after a while I started to get real bored and I tell you, I was really falling asleep (Also because I slept very little okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But generally, still transformers, and still quite decent. Maybe wrong attitude that I carried into the cinema, wrong seats, wrong uh.. level of sleepiness then it made everything so much worse lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest part of the whole movie was. How the fallen got owned within like what, 5 seconds?! Excuse me. Like, totally anticlimax lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Still a movie I would recommend. Action movies good for watching in cinemas:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as usual took one thousand years to decide where when how to go where. But it was not that bad lah actually :D Ate a not nice meal ): And went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly there was a guy taking same bus as me (that just doesn't happen, really!) and okay took bus home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, end of story ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cut hair! Okay not everyone. 3 people. And charles is back to his p5 hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should sleep, cos I'm really half asleep now, and.. I'm waking at 6.30am tomorrow? About there. Omg I need sleeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4392868355782737681?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4392868355782737681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4392868355782737681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4392868355782737681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4392868355782737681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-actually-feeling-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6613740647073541240</id><published>2009-07-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:38:19.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SO irritated. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again I ask myself what the hell am I doing this for?! Why am I involved in this stupid thing in the first place? Why can't I just be content being a normal nanyang girl and just do homework and study for quizzes and tests and get my freaking straight a1s, instead of being obsessive and being involved in a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again I tell myself you know if I'm not involved in this thing I would have been able to sleep at 10pm or something (since I'm not doing R&amp;amp;R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't even want this in the first place ): It was just dumped to me stupidly and I didn't even get to experience the funnest part. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn stupid, and no I don't feel accomplished even though I finally freaking finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my study room doesn't have a freaking working fan and I don't want to on the aircon because I don't want to waste electricity. So waited for my comp to be charged then moved over to sleeping room - aircon's on at least, but freaking hell some people watching movie damn loudly cannot concentrate at all (happens to be something I want to watch huh) even after I plugged in my earphones to shut myself from her I can still hear sometimes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay WHATEVER! Tomorrow will be a better day -.- Actually no, we're getting timed trial for I don't know what shit thing because I only understood like, 20%? And we're writing zuowen. And, we are getting dismissed late. And, I can't go out with the taiwan people &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I need to talk to somebody, you are all not here!&lt;br /&gt;Haha of course, it's 1.37am I don't expect a lot of people to be still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly realised something this morning. And I don't know how to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6613740647073541240?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6613740647073541240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6613740647073541240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6613740647073541240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6613740647073541240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-348294898310110194</id><published>2009-07-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:23:27.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>叠叠叠叠叠！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was meant do be die die die die die! But I accidentally typed Chinese and it looks quite cute anyway so I'll just leave it there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn dead lah seriously. I have to finish the freaking SAP seminar thing by tonight, and I have done.. absolutely nothing. It's damn irritating and I don't want to do it!&lt;br /&gt;Why did I land myself in such deep shit -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Blogging a little about today (fairly interesting day~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a taiwan buddy who's 2 years younger than me, wears very vibrant colours (according to addie LOL), sweats like crazy, always lying to me and bullying me, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAD A NOSEBLEED DURING P.E. LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I was so freaking freaked out, I was like stone and wth what happened to you!? Then recovered after a while and chiong to the male toilet, don't know why the cleaner's toilet no paper, so chiong to another toilet grabbed a whole roll of paper and chionged back to the male toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I go into male toilets for good reason, unlike addie and ruio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah but it was quite scary, just kept bleeding and bleeding like crazy and according to him it was his first time in his life having a nosebleed -.- haha so memorable first nosebleed in foreign country~ And. After that he was still being irritatingly lame and telling me "Haha my effect just now very real right". "Can't you tell it's red ink?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, that's about it. He is very lame and always lies to me, that's the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. Skip to FOA rehearsal. It was damn freaking freaky also omg. There were like, only 8 people dancing on stage thanks to some stupid school rule which totally doesn't make a difference anyway if you all realise? Yes, only 8 people dancing on stage, only 3 tall people, so for most of the dance I was just solo-ing all the way when I'm NOT supposed to be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn freaky, because it means laoshi can see you every move and every breath and every single small mistake you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I got spotted for mistakes today ):&lt;br /&gt;Though it's a good thing and it's for me to improve.&lt;br /&gt;But still. It's damn freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try dancing alone in the middle with only one person in the audience looking at your slightest move, and practically no one around you dancing the same part as you, and it just feels so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have any feeling at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes indeed my dance is getting from bad to worse to even worse.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work omg I hope I can sleep by 12.30am at least -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm missing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-348294898310110194?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/348294898310110194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=348294898310110194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/348294898310110194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/348294898310110194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-that-was-meant-do-be-die-die-die.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1216469771241588564</id><published>2009-07-01T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:59:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wth -.- I'm irritated that I have to stay at home, really.&lt;br /&gt;I think my stomach is always giving me trouble, grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing is. I said I wanted to go for the SAP thing, because I wanted to INTERVIEW. And like this now.. What's the point because I'm not going to interview?! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;It's just added workload, added commitment, and no fun sought. Damn shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to interview ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something horrible happened this morning. Random guy added me, didn't know who.&lt;br /&gt;When I ask him if I know him, he said: "No. But you look good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- And then I asked him who are you?! Then he said"&lt;br /&gt;"I am man I want to be friend with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, his pm was "fck silkroad" with the u there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Crazy. Told him I don't want to be friend with you, and blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm missing a lessons day, which is quite fine :D But I don't want to miss math, dammit. Just when I was starting to make a bit of sense out of everything again, then.. I'm missing it -.- My math.. is a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall just go and sleep. My stomach is being weird again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I should start on my R&amp;amp;R huh. But my sis watching red cliff now. And I'm distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to do and undone ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1216469771241588564?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1216469771241588564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1216469771241588564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1216469771241588564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1216469771241588564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/wth.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4960203079078796726</id><published>2009-06-30T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:29:58.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not good. Not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn freaking shit and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;花儿，谢了。天，亦暗了。&lt;br /&gt;当我转过身时，你，已不再了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨，停了。天，亦亮了。&lt;br /&gt;但你，却到哪里去了？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that everything just sounds more emo in Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4960203079078796726?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4960203079078796726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4960203079078796726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4960203079078796726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4960203079078796726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6538730564347619801</id><published>2009-06-30T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:00:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself - I finished my Math Portfolio, finally, yay!&lt;br /&gt;I was rather irritated and slow at the applications reflection cos CANNOT FIND ANYTHING ONLINE and somehow just didn't know how to continue.&lt;br /&gt;But, I crapped up my whole conclusion (one whole page!) in less than 15 minutes HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D I am happy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing is, I actually smsed ms li to ask for extension, she say I can submit on friday/email her over the weekends, then what for am I still rushing so hard for -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, and I'm online blogging at 12.53am. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were damn boring, I'm surprised I didn't fall asleep during anything. But seriously -.- I think the most interesting lesson was like the most stupid lesson ie: lesson on H1N1 LOL. While we were busy commenting over all the random pictures and uhm meaning behind it and ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. OH! and stupid thing no. 2 is, I reached home at like, 3.10pm today?! WTH was I doing for my entire afternoon OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: YFC, YFC and more YFC. Lol. Okay and facebook. And uh, rubbish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And then went for mp attachment -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the mp attachment is wasting a lot of time. As in, I don't mind going, but NOT ON SCHOOL DAYS LAH T_T I want to go home watch tv slack and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wth my this whole week was supposed to be totally free and now it's totally booked again -.- This is super crazy please. And now when are we going to watch transformers &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going crazy online at like 12.57am, so I should just shut up, go and print my math portfolio (omg die that means I'm going to have to go into my mum's and sis' room and they are are sleeping now and thaat means my sis is going to scream at me, AGAIN) and SLEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'm damn high at night or something -.-&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I'm actually tired -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN HC PEOPLE ALSO GO AND SLEEP LE LAH. Which is NOT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;So you shuddup, and go and sleep. Yay. World peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6538730564347619801?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6538730564347619801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6538730564347619801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6538730564347619801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6538730564347619801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogggg.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-9054451950718422498</id><published>2009-06-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:13:01.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOO. School starts tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually not feeling all that bad about going back to school lol. Except that I think I'm going to have a hard time getting used to the sleeping and waking time again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done anything for today except bio ws, which is freaking simple and which everyone did by first week of holidays or some even submitted before holidays hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh okay, and I watched transformers too (dled online). First one! It's good haha.&lt;br /&gt;To prepare for watching transformers next week -.- But people say it isn't all that nice and is a far cry from the first so.. ): Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not touched my R&amp;amp;R at all, yay. Whee but at least I found articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I very high now because I just watched cool stuff on tv. Basically my whole daay has been: Eng Kong, transformers, sleep, tv, here I am now. What the.. What a day before school starts and I haven't finished my homework, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm very proud of mself alreaady what! Like I think I really did a lot of homework already and I can't be bothered to do anything else, and definitely not R&amp;amp;R. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to just pack my bag, and sleep by 12 lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incoherent post o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone have fun at school tomorrow! (except for hc people -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-9054451950718422498?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9054451950718422498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=9054451950718422498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/9054451950718422498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/9054451950718422498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/booo.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3438262719003224317</id><published>2009-06-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:22:30.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've FINALLY watched my beloved red cliff! x3 Watched red cliff one and two at one go, though it took like 4.5 hours or something (omg how could I..) and red cliff one was VAGUELY du-uh cos I watched before already, but since I forgot most of it watching it together made much more sense. And it's really nice, I love it like I loved it before :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou to wenqi and charles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finished my CLEP movie review LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have NOT started on my R&amp;amp;Rs, AT ALL. I haven't even really looked for the articles. And I seriously do NOT want to do it. I think it seriously just shows how much I hate langarts -.- I did a bit of every other subject already, but not this at all, goodness. Was supposed to chiong during the weekends, but you see one day is gone, and I might just be going out tomorrow as well.. Byebye R&amp;amp;Rs. I am OBVIOUSLY not going to hand you up -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that, despite being personally VERY DISCIPLINED for the last one and a half week of this holidays already, I still have so much homework left?! Like really, I really think I was very disciplined already okay -.- I went to the library like how many times please! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't figure out how to eat properly! I took 45 minutes to eat dinner, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm more unhappy than happy ):&lt;br /&gt;But actually I'm just feeling damn stone and damn slack now.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hold that I love talking to people ~ Especially about those kind of things when I have to fa1 hui1 my counselling abilities LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah actually not, anything is fine :D I love talking to people and I really really think it makes life so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, it's time to realise that I'm a sec 4 and in fact half the year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we're going to have elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, you'll be gone from nanyang, gone from 413, gone from nycd, gone from nysc, gone from juniors. Gone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3438262719003224317?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3438262719003224317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3438262719003224317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3438262719003224317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3438262719003224317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-happy-d-because-ive-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8840818998782104365</id><published>2009-06-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:11:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pms-ing too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who reads my blog and who doesn't, I don't know when you read my blog and when you don't, and it's so irritating because then I've always got restrictions on what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a horrible idea to go class party after dental.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO EAT, DAMMIT! It's my #2 hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Freaking shit CCA is cancelled and FOA rehearsal on Monday is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, seriously am damn pissed with the fking virus and our school management. It's just screwing up every single thing. Yes, I know you are trying to protect all of us. Why don't you learn from hwachong and give us 1 week of e-learning as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just so screwed up. Just like my yfc. Purrfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a good yfc okay. The team is good, much better than last year.&lt;br /&gt;The concept is good, the people are good, the response is good.&lt;br /&gt;And the fking virus had to appear, and then the school management decided to protect their lovely Nanyang girls and kill every single Nanyang YFC team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pms-ing ughh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8840818998782104365?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8840818998782104365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8840818998782104365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8840818998782104365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8840818998782104365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-pms-ing-too.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1249132929741870317</id><published>2009-06-26T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:02:48.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here to blog about yesterday whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched like 2 movies in a day alone -.- and played a bit of pool. And uh, ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Okay main point: Wast money -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts of girlfriends' past was just like THAT, nothing exceptionally amazing, just quite funny at some parts but otherwise not a movie that I would highly recommend haha. As in, if you are saving money on movies and want to only go for the nice ones, you shouldn't go for this one. However unless you are just looking for ways to kill boredom and have a group of friends who want to watch it, then yes sure go ahead lol. It's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even touching, except for at some parts when the brother was talking about him.. Thing is I didn't even tear lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway. But the first movie was nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Second movie better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAG ME TO HELL ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm not particularly a fan of horror movies and in fact I am quite freaked out by horror also, just that yesterday all of you looked more freaked out than me I seemed like the one who loves horror -.-  (Esp since I was the one who DRAGGED you all there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, new experience lah right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uh actually didn't find it an exceptionally nice movie as well, just HORRIFYING. I bet it was because I knew the ending -.- Grahh so sad. It was so totally spoiler and I just totally had nothing to look forward to already, because I knew what was going to happen -.- Like I knew she was going to die in the end lah. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice watching with them, so interesting and amusing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously. I declare I hate the peope sitting at the back of the cinema. I so wanted to scream SHUTUP please. They were like, laughing at every single blatant scary thing like those not funny also laugh. And it's obviously not thaat kind of ku3 xiao4, it's like the kind of laugh to show people as if thhey think "what the hell this is not scary at all lah hahaha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spoilt the movie hmph -.- Five minutes into the movie and I was telling wenqi "I hate this cinema".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think it just shows how scared you are. The more you say these things and the more you laugh just shows that you are really scared and trying to say these things to mask the fact that you are freaking freaked out -.- Bunch of irritating people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Speaking about wenqi. She was totally OMG I HATE YOU for bringing me in that kind of thing, she was like cringing and crouching and rolling herself up in her jacket like crazy, screamed and wailed and I don't know what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Okay maybe not THAT exaggerated. But you get the point :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for wenqi and I, we just had two movies going on, because while the horror was going on on screen, there was this couple making out right beside wenqi, and seriously they were making out for half the movie I don't know what they watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like any decent couple in a horror movie, the girl would cringe and crouch near the guy whhen she was scared and the guy would stand up and protect her (and have to pretend that he's not scared - whether or not he really is). Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's why all of you should start learning to watch horror so you can impress your girlfriend in future. See, I'm helping you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting. And you all cannott hate me okay it's new interesting experience, we must stop watching happy films or touching stories for forever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was freaked out also please -.- It's horrible having to go home alone haha I think everyone was feeling the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time I watch horror might just decide to watch with family, so at least we have company home and won't feel so freaked out lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm wait then again, I think my mum's scream will be even louder than the sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sound effects. The sounds are really good :D&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the thing about watching horror in cinemas - the sounds are like WOW.&lt;br /&gt;It was so freaking loud, at one point it got REEEALLLY loud, so it freaks you out even though you may not be scared at all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay end of story. Everyone stop imagining things, okay I promise no more horror (maybe except Jack Neo's one - but that one isn't even scary!) we'll go watch cartoons and comedies alright -.- THEN one day, you'll be so bored you will want to watch horror :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially end of story, fine.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be June Camp Day 1 ): I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck at home with nothing to do until late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it probably means I'm supposed to do work or something, oh but heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just watch my red cliff one and two HAHA. Yay I've got both now x3&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe.. I should go and do something. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, whatever. Heck it! I'll just sleep -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I still am irritated at jeff for treating 15logs to sakae sushi when he has NEVER, EVER done that to us before - and hello, we are YOUR LOGS! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1249132929741870317?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1249132929741870317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1249132929741870317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1249132929741870317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1249132929741870317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-here-to-blog-about-yesterday-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3451047878217264771</id><published>2009-06-24T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:36:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn bored ohmytian.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's like after-effect of doing work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't even feel accomplished -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg I don't even know what's happening tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really damn bored. I am going to shut down the comp before 12 tonight. How rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my pile of homework never ever seem to be disappearing?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that my langarts section is totally left untouched?&lt;br /&gt;That is, I still have 5 R&amp;amp;Rs and one opinion piece to do?&lt;br /&gt;And hmm, I wonder if I even have 5 articles to start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo de tian ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3451047878217264771?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3451047878217264771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3451047878217264771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3451047878217264771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3451047878217264771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8823076714684936047</id><published>2009-06-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:43:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been such a -.- day.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished and not accomplished at the same time, zzzs.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling damn accomplished in the morning because seriously I was working DAMN HARD like WHAT. Finished my IH SBQ and one math reflection in the library BEFORE LUNCH. That is damn pro for me okay! Considering how slack I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the math reflection actually not really done yet because I haven't done the follow up thing but I don't care ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day would have been much more accomplished if I didn't decide to come home at 3 plus, and sleep all the way till like 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. But I cannot help it I really, REALLY love sleeping its my #1 hobby and I still like it, it just feels very waste time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after waking up I just watched tv and ate dinner (at 9.30pm) and.. rubbished till SAP meeting. I still am hating the SAP thing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm at least I consider that work done (in a group, hah -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have a bit of life. I really want to watch drag me to hell! Watch with me ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tomorrow going library (again?!) - I'm telling you I'm seriously just camping at library and the VARI NICE coffee shop already LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's good you know cos I don't waste electricity cos I don't use the comp at home, plus I get free aircon! And I won't get distracted by the internet cos I can't go online.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I might just go and sleep heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note. I hate our school management, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I want them to FREAKING LET US USE THE AUDI FOR OUR CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay MAYBE I slept too much so don't really feel tired now. But I guess if I just go to bed I will still fall asleep haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8823076714684936047?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8823076714684936047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8823076714684936047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8823076714684936047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8823076714684936047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-has-been-such.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6146969056568455958</id><published>2009-06-22T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:17:42.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In view of the H1N1 influenza, all school activities will be cancelled and the school in fact will be closed for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dance practices, gone.&lt;br /&gt;Dsa auditions, gone. ):&lt;br /&gt;Camp dry run, gone.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-camp briefing, gone.&lt;br /&gt;JUNE CAMP, GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARGHHH. I'm so so so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;Even though I keep saying June Camp this year is a waste of time because we are so totally not going anything at all, but it's still.. Camp!&lt;br /&gt;How are the juniors going to survive?!&lt;br /&gt;How are we to know the juniors?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see all our hard work going down the drain. All that we've planned for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been reduced from 3 days to 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Break camp timing from 7pm to 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then they tell us the camp will be non-residential.&lt;br /&gt;Then they tell us it's only going to be on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;And now, friday no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO DANCE OMG UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to be like, totally free this week. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a good thing because I can chiong homework.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been complaining about how it's impossible for me to finish my homework last time when my entire week was packed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT LIKE I DONT GO TO SCHOOL I WILL DO WORK -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PLUS the fact that I freaking got into the SAP thing I DONT KNOW WHY and I really, REALLY don't want it because it's such a waste of time and brains and I don't want to be participant, I want to be FACILITATOR, UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do this kind of muggerish things &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we know it, first week of school is no longer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(not that it's a bad thing I seriously totally want it - I bet you do too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they will soon tell us that FOA is postponed.&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe it will even be cancelled?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like 90% sure our concert will not get approved.&lt;br /&gt;Later they say all NY YFC teams stop immediately some more. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fking H1N1, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher told me today they have already prepared 6 weeks worth of e-learning work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6146969056568455958?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6146969056568455958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6146969056568455958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6146969056568455958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6146969056568455958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-view-of-h1n1-influenza-all-school.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8795050533401159590</id><published>2009-06-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:00:00.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel disgusted. I did not eat proper dinner at all and I ate loads of rubbish. Like, seriously. I finished a whole BIG bag of potato chips ALONE and it's damn gross ughh cos it was serioously a BIG BAG and I just gobbled it down like.. that -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I slept for like, 9 hours last night! It was so amazing. It felt so super nice to sleep and not need to wake up at like 7 plus/8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to wake up at 8, then decided not to go for that thing..&lt;br /&gt;And then the other thing got cancelled too.. So in the end my morning was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay :D And then could reach orchard on time/early/whatever you deem it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street sales were fine, I'm so glad it didn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;At like 12 plus I had like 3 people telling me it's raining heavily, then I was like omg nononono don't then I was praying like crazy in the MRT -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou everyone who helped today! x3&lt;br /&gt;Like, 3 people dropped out last minute LOL. Then I was like uh.. okay..&lt;br /&gt;But not bad lah cos me and wenqi went to do personally, quite fun and good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yadahyadah something happened that was ALL GL'S FAULT (ruio thinks to too okay!) then was like quite -.- Haha but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking at 630 tomrrow -.- Gahh. Should so sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh it's exactly 12am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8795050533401159590?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8795050533401159590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8795050533401159590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8795050533401159590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8795050533401159590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-disgusted.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7489925607675159479</id><published>2009-06-21T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:02:12.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Just that very slightly accomplishing today.&lt;br /&gt;Eh at least I completed what I intended to complete since the afternoon okay. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude that I work better and faster with the comp, though it's still slow.&lt;br /&gt;Library-ing with shiyan is good :D Cos she's so freaking hardworking and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I continue working at this pace I'm seriously not going to finish my work, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched/thought of Langarts R&amp;amp;R at all. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate langarts so. Ohno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep early today! Definition of early = before 2.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how street sales tomorrow is going to turn out :D&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou everyone for trying so hard to help me, really~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after doing work I'm so stone ohmytian can totally tell from the post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-7489925607675159479?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7489925607675159479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=7489925607675159479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7489925607675159479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/7489925607675159479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4016953925983812683</id><published>2009-06-20T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:16:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmytian my bag totally stinks now because I left my leotard in there and forgot to take it out. EEEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no smell lah just feels very gross lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got muscle ache from dance, ughh.&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you don't dance for two weeks -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously think I pulled a muscle, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHY am I still not sleeping?!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to sleep. NAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4016953925983812683?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4016953925983812683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4016953925983812683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4016953925983812683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4016953925983812683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmytian-my-bag-totally-stinks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8288457542255023802</id><published>2009-06-20T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:42:06.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been uh a fun and tiring and gross day at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;How to say? I'll blog about it tmr bah I want to post pictures but my phone can't seem to connect to the phone now don't know why lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still sleeping late. AGAIN?! Gahh dammit seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping like, 5 hours during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;That's 7 hours less than what I'm supposed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waking up at 7.30am tomorrow, again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall just treat it as I'm preparing for school sleeping hours -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8288457542255023802?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8288457542255023802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8288457542255023802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8288457542255023802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8288457542255023802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-has-been-uh-fun-and-tiring-and.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-678280848932833828</id><published>2009-06-19T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:43:44.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole day was spoilt within the night alone.&lt;br /&gt;However lovely today was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn freaking shitty. Goodness knows how many times I said the freaking f word and you know I really totally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I say jiayou to others, I can't seem to say it to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-678280848932833828?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/678280848932833828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=678280848932833828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/678280848932833828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/678280848932833828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/whole-day-was-spoilt-within-night-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-8872653769518441133</id><published>2009-06-17T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:53:00.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rargghhh. I conclude I seriously have no self-discipline lah.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot ever, ever do work at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally didn't do anything today but pack my table. But at least I REALLY packed lah, like filed all my stuffs etc. But STILL. It's so irritating!&lt;br /&gt;And today was actually a free day, only had dance in the morning. But in the end I wasted my afternoon away (lol I think we stayed at kap for 2 hours talking or something) came home watched tv and slept -.- Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Then at night obviously don't want to do anything at all. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SELF DISCIPLINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After dance today, I conclude that I should never ever only sleep for 4 hours before a day when there's dance. Was like a walking zombie for the first half of dance today -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. I need to say. I was freaking irritaated this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to school, thought side gate should be open so decided not to alight at petrol station but go side gate instead, then saw people walking so figured side gate was closed, so oh wts anyway missed the stop already have to walk from bus stop to main gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not even the point! That's like quite normal and not very infuriating. Thing is, I pressed the freaking bell so early already, i even WALKED to the door (so rare cos I always refuse to move my butt until the bus really stops) AND THE BUS DRIVER JUST DROVE ON. Then I was pressing the bell like crazy, then he CONTINUE DRIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG. Went to jc bus stop. Wth lah. Had to cross road to take bus back to hc bus stop and climb overhead bridge again to go nanyang side and THEN walk to main gate -.- UGHH! Could have totally reached 20 minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. And I'm going crazy -.- Not doing things I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have forgotten to sms the batch such an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; message?!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH. So shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I need to do work somehow.&lt;br /&gt;But I just cannot do it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-8872653769518441133?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8872653769518441133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=8872653769518441133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8872653769518441133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/8872653769518441133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/rargghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4053124588020474409</id><published>2009-06-16T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:07:49.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay BREATHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chiong chiong chionging ever since I came home.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time  in ages, I reached home and did not start blogger and facebook straightaway, but rather had to chiong the YFC project update.&lt;br /&gt;Ah so screwed how could I have actually forgotten about it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, checked email and it's crazy because the last time I checked was like, 5 plus, and then when I came home had like 13 messages, which was totally unexpected because nowadays holidays it's like one whole day 4 messages that kind of thing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Camp lah. Tsk wenqi and kelly give us so much work.&lt;br /&gt;Have got like, at least 3 things on hand to collate or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway. I shall talk about today! Homeworking day :D&lt;br /&gt;With my not so beloved sister shiyan, which we both thought would be totally weird but in the end turned out not that weird so yay it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY finished my chinese mock paper, but that's about all I did.&lt;br /&gt;(Actually I haven't even finished yet - got some blanks not yet filled in hais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And borrowed chinese books for chinese book review.&lt;br /&gt;Should have totally borrowed before holidays because had so much free and slack time in the first 2 weeks would have totally finished a book actually -.-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having a mock paper in my bag for the whole of 2 weeks and in the end nothing is done except for one paragraph of shiyongwen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait. So yah finished that stupid thing today, totaally unaccomplishing but at least still better than nothing and thankyou very much shiyan for forcing me to do work. Seriously, I'm still in such a slacker mood I'm like do one question sleep 15 minutes wake up stone 5 minutes or something.&lt;br /&gt;While some people beside me do work like crazy o.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, seriously have no idea how to finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting scared for myself also already lol.&lt;br /&gt;And still I don't feel like caring, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After that went for MP attachment (meet the people session) at toh yi drive which is totally near charles' house but which I totally got lost at. As in, I alighted at the correct stop! Was like WOW this is totally charles' house and I happily walked to the CC in the end realised that it's NOT the CC and I was like omg shit where the hell am I supposed to go. Then walked and walked and realised that I walked in the wrong direction, then finally was quite near the place but had to pass by ulu coffee shop and dark alley o.O&lt;br /&gt;Quite dark then already lah, around 8pm yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having scary encounters these few days huh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah then mainly watched and listened to how the whole thing works. It's not THAT terribly boring as people might think you know lol, in fact I thought today was quite interesting. Well, more interesting than yesterday whatever  it is. You see cool cases of like how people come and ask for waiver of parking fine, for daughter to get into uni etc. And then they also explained to us about all the ways and means they try to help the citizens and especially how they try to help those who are financially challenged, and I was there thinking should just get my mum to go to these MPS things as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked my mum and apparently she went last time but got rejected o.O&lt;br /&gt;Which is so weird because based on what I heard today we are totally eligible lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at, 11.15pm? Damn I keep reaching home late nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I think for the past week there hasn't been a single day when I reached home before 10.&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the hols there hasn't been a single day when I slept before 12. Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow and for a lot of other days I'm going to totally reach home late too ):&lt;br /&gt;Because I just decided to plunge myself into EVEN ANOTHER THING.&lt;br /&gt;But I need it, so no matter what it takes, I guess I just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to start planning my work and my time, ughh.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is not able to function well enough to remember everything that's happening everyday at all the different time slots now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have absolutely no more interesting posts with uhm conspicuous characters coming around. Now everthing is suddenly so packed and I'm like. Dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, got dance tomorrow :D Finally. Long awaited.&lt;br /&gt;This probably means I need to go sleep early too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay plan for tomorrow: Dance, come home bathe, go out again.&lt;br /&gt;Wts LOL I just realised no time to do homework again. My work is dyinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. why in the world are my posts getting longer and longer?!&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. I'm feeling damn hungry. OMG lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4053124588020474409?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4053124588020474409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4053124588020474409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4053124588020474409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4053124588020474409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-breathee.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5192544607851499128</id><published>2009-06-15T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:12:00.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I came online, looked at my msn list then was like "wow". At something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today has been an eventful day o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for first day of MP attachment with Mrs Yu-Foo Yee Shoon in the morning (so cool right) then kind of watch them do door-to-door visit. Interesting way they do it lol. Like, never knew it worked this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But was kind of boring to us because we don't do anything except, really, to follow them around -.- So we go there and sweat that's all haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for WSC! Which was quite all saikang work actually, sort certificates, label certificates, sort prizes, put prizes, give prizes, CLEAN UP, sort rubbish (?!).&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left school at 11pm -.- Seriously.. By the time I reach bus stop it was 11.15pm. It's damn freaky seriously. Because like I was the only one going over the hc side. Then you know the overhead bridge and bus stop is full of nothing but trees and insects. And when I walked over there is not a single SOUL in sight, so unused because even if I go school on Sundays sometimes still havr random people living in 6th avenue etc. And confirm got people at the bus stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But uh it happened to be Sunday 11.15pm fyi so there was absolutely nobody in sight. Damn freaky. You know how afraid I am of the dark ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even dare to sit down and stood super near the main road LOL. (All the weird logics I have oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yay I had someone entertain me and save me from thinking  of weird stuffs while waiting for my bus and in fact all the way back home, which was good!&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou my beloved sister no matter how irritating you have been it was still very nice for you to call me and I can't believe I'm actually saying this but yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway. Rafflesians totaally owned WSC lah -.- Like, totally.&lt;br /&gt;Especially RGS. They won like team overalls, indiv overalls, and a damn lot of awards. RI won a lot aas well. Basically it was just a lot of "Singapore, Raffles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm nanyang was quite okay also lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't understand why HC doesn't taake part in WSC because I think if they did they should win quite a lot of things too o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda had lift home when she was seen alone at the bus stop at 11.15pm &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't have tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA but the stupid thing is. Guess who was the one who fetched her home?&lt;br /&gt;MRS LAI SWEE CHOO LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway. I think I feeling quite high now -.- Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I didn't feel terribly bored today despite there were totally boring periods for a lot of times when we have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need somethign to be HAPPENING. And.. happening.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just started changing my mindset yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started thinking I should start thinking about homework and my big fat pile of untouched work. Actually only started thinking because I going library tomorrow -.- Rubbish right.. And then I realise how much work there is and how much work I have totally not done. Because I haven't done anything for the past 2 weeks at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot a lot of work ): My homework list is like... 10000km long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yah tomorrow I'm going out with the WEIRDEST PERSON ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to be weird actually but ohwell. hopefully not that weird lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm seriously sleeping later and later by the day omg this can't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5192544607851499128?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5192544607851499128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5192544607851499128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5192544607851499128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5192544607851499128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5609321548717180806</id><published>2009-06-14T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:24:00.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO AND SLEEEP, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;You are going to meet MP with super big eyebags and super dark dark circles tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think should give up on you -.- So rubbish that I'm still thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;And I LOVE talking to people whee. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I'll have to stay up exceptionally late when I need to wake early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising I'm not very tired when today has beeen. Tiring o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaat doesn't make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5609321548717180806?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5609321548717180806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5609321548717180806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5609321548717180806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5609321548717180806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-and-sleeep-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4053755268494208950</id><published>2009-06-14T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:30:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a. Stoned and screwed up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance was so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;After performance also felt so screwed up -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like yesterday better ):&lt;br /&gt;Though today was less boring cos we reached late so rushed through our hair and makeup, luckily everything still turned out fine well on time. But I preferred my makeup yesterday also ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And performance was so, so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention I reached one hour earlier than reporting time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4053755268494208950?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4053755268494208950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4053755268494208950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4053755268494208950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4053755268494208950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-178490843784766635</id><published>2009-06-13T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:19:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've just wasted an entire day at hwachong. Had to go so early for rehearsal then totally nothing to do and got a lot of spare time that kind. I should have jolly well done my chinese paper (been in my bag since Day 0 of SLC and till now I've only written one para of shiyongwen -.-) but totally cannot (as usual) so just. Stone. Try to sleep. Look at people dancing rubbishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a source of entertainment I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performance we crashed the concert and uhm. Belly dance is, wonderful -.- Seriously. Who would expect such a ahem, person to be the founder of belly dance?! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously don't understand why they put 4 freaking performances from them isn't it like freaaking boring for everyone?! I look at one time I get bored already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nice to look at other performances though, too bad we didn't get to watch MAD (okay we watched it 100 times in holding room anyway) and NYMD. RIJC modern dance was cool also, but uh we kind of concluded that hwachong guys can dance better -.- Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And it's still nicest to look at bboy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! Still very bo liao and tiring and DAMN BORING. Now this is reaally boring.&lt;br /&gt;And I still got one more daay to go ): Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-178490843784766635?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/178490843784766635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=178490843784766635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/178490843784766635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/178490843784766635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-6192414346936495866</id><published>2009-06-12T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:59:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should really stop sleeping late when I need to wake up early the next day -.-&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing that for like, the entire week or something?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to sleep 10 hours AT LEAST during the holidays okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-6192414346936495866?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6192414346936495866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=6192414346936495866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6192414346936495866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/6192414346936495866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-really-stop-sleeping-late-when.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-1725185537860033245</id><published>2009-06-11T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:01:25.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pissed. Pissed, pissed, pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never complained about not getting enough money okay, because I know what kind of financial situation we are in. If you give me less money or forget to give me on some days I will just okay nvm and use my own money first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for money for anything else besides food and transport. Random things like compo books, ten years series, class fund, tickets for concerts - I pay for myself. Money I spend on MY entertainment and MY going out is also paid by myself - I never asked for money for watching movies, for kbox, ice skating or whatever shit. People get money for these okay. I don't. I save up like shit to have money for all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't come and rubbish to me about how I am asking you for money when you have no money because I'm not even asking you for money?! I didn't even ask for food money for the past week thanks, every single dollar I spent came from my savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not what do you expect me to do, coop myself up at home, don't go out with my friends, isolate myself from the rest of the world so I don't need to spend money on these&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stupid &lt;/span&gt;things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Okay anyway. Mustn't spoil today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came over to play mahjong in the morning, which was fun because I won in the end :D Too bad not playing money. Think I haven't played with money for very very long le ):&lt;br /&gt;Addie was VERY BAD and was VERY LATE, like one hour late, then we wasted like one hour of precious mahjong time because addie overslept tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had lunch and went kbox. Kbox like, kbox lorh. It was so super not cold. And so super bright. And the food was so super little.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY FREAKING CONFISCATED MY GREEN TEA.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then had dinner which I totally didn't want to eat because it was super waste money but still did in the end anyway. I liked my food and so did ruio. In fact I liked it quite a lot. Stupid thing is huimay and xeo totally disliked it like WHAT and were complaining about it the entire time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to do something smart and switch food, then both of them apparently liked each other's food better. But according to xeo the swap was a little too late cos she was quite full already and didn't want to eat that even though she liked it. Zzz! Omg super rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went to arcade :D Didn't play anything but basketball and omgosh it was SO accomplishing I tell you - ruio and I got a high score whoo. Okay maybe not that high for some people but high enough for both of us alright :D 401 !! Say wow quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and that marks the end of today? Did I miss out anything.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever it is, I'm still seriously spending too much. Overspending. Like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Did I just mention yesterday that I have 75 bucks for the rest of the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Because I now have like what, 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop going out and go to work. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I JUST RECEIVED A SUPER COOL BIRTHDAY PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, it's super cool and it's super expensive and is super useful and like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;When I got it I totally couldn't believe it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway thank you everyone else for all the other presents I got! I love them all :D&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that behind everybody there's a side of them waiting to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see behind that appearance, that act that you show to the whole world, and I want to know who you truly are. I don't believe you are just like that.&lt;br /&gt;There MUST be some part of you that is worth my noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. o.O at the time. the day's not over yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1725185537860033245?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1725185537860033245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1725185537860033245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1725185537860033245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1725185537860033245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-5765213201976882791</id><published>2009-06-11T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:04:00.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy belated birthday charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday is officially over. So is mine.&lt;br /&gt;But my birthday celebrations aren't exactly over yet o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been like, spending the entire week going out with different people.&lt;br /&gt;Fun yes, kills boredom yes, sweet and lovely yes, but waste money YES.&lt;br /&gt;I've officially only 75 bucks left for the holidays. Not even half of it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to survive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) SAVE MONEY LIKE CRAZY. (ii) DON'T EAT. (iii) GO AND WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I have a family as rich as his whose allow him to take cab everywhere he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. THANKYOU EVERYONE FOR BEING SO SWEET ~&lt;br /&gt;From msn to tagboard to facebook to sms and all kinds of communications.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp I feel very very loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to be decent and thank everyone who wished me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents? I guess as we grow up we realise most of the time it's no longer anything much about the present. It can come, half a year later lah. Or never at all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I received the most expensive present I've ever gotten before, 65 bucks yes, shared by 7 people haha :D And it's USEFUL at least. Haha thankyou darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so much better. Next year you all should just grab 10 or 20 people and get me a camera or something. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just kidding. But I won't mind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually having a bit of difficulty posting this post now because I'm feeling damn down but I don't want to make this post such a shitty one because today has been very nice and lovely and I don't want to spoil it. I would have just not blogged, but I decided to in the end because I want to acknowledge today -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Subaru is a totally awesome movie. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Cried like shit, haven't cried so hard in the cinemas for so long.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I cried so much was during movie sabbaticals for an awesome movie as well but that uh, wasn't in the cinemas so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's exceptionally close to us especially since we're dancers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah after the movie I was damn stone (very emo!). Then went to buy my present it was damn hard to find a decent one and till now I'm still not sure if the one they bought was decent but OH WELL. It will. Ahem. Do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got my free Mccafe frappe~ Haha thanks wenqi. And then we went pool! 2nd time in pool place, felt as scary as before, but 1st time really playing. Fun :D I think the three of us make a good team yay esp since yujia is so pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ate dinner, arcaded A LOT (spent a lot of money in arcade and even decided to be nice to wenqi and treat her tsk) and then done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple it might sound, but it was fun all the same because the people were nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were going home I decided to alight at clementi with my beloved birthday partner charles and then as we left we wished each other happy birthday again. Lol. I think we wished each other don't know how many times le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think it's very cool how we have the same birthday, and at least we are still so close to each other despite everything. Very nice to celebrate together!&lt;br /&gt;As long as they don't keep harping on the fact that he's 9 hours and 2 minutes older than me! I acknowledge that he's older okay. Got privileges also :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like getting him to decide where to go for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Though in the end I think I was the one who decided to go into sakae -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, thankyou everyone for celebrating with me :D&lt;br /&gt;One more tomorrow, with my darling girlfriends! Not really celebration but still :D&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such long periods of consideration, series and episodes of internal conflict and debating, I guess I've finally made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, a few months, or maybe just a few weeks later, I'll waver again, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I know I've been dancing for 12 years, I've always loved dancing and I still do. No techniques, but the passion is there.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't need to be useful in the future, you just need to love it and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, just follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting very, very emotional now. I don't know what's happening. It's called after-effect of my birthday. I'm thinking about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow up, siming. Stop living in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phone by my bedside, I'm waiting for a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-5765213201976882791?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5765213201976882791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=5765213201976882791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5765213201976882791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/5765213201976882791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-belated-birthday-charles.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-4051454391008277970</id><published>2009-06-10T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:48:34.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay thank you very much everyone ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had only ONE convo ongoing at 11.59pm, at 12.01am I suddenly had like 9, and 1 of them super mass convo it lags my comp so much lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid thing is, the person from my ONE convo never wish me! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had 13 messages, but 6 of them were from matthew -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay yah anyway but thankyou everyone for all spamming at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Think if it's not the holidays there will be less yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels A BIT more like it's my birthday now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I initially had absolutely nothing to do, I suddenly have things to do le, going out tomorrow again ~ At least I won't stay at home alone stoning on my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-4051454391008277970?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4051454391008277970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=4051454391008277970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4051454391008277970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/4051454391008277970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-thank-you-very-much-everyone-while.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-3233422983085949916</id><published>2009-06-09T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:32:11.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bombombom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, xeo~ The bombombom dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was rummaging through my photos then found qinghuaci photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp thanks to the acm thing, managed to take qinghuaci original photo also :D Like during dance night didn't take, after that didn't take as well, then this time FINALLY TOOK WHEE. And I earned 80 bucks. Yay :D Not that much of a wasted weekend as I thought it would be, so it was quite nice too ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5_pjyVCWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/n-QOte29uOE/s1600-h/DSC01720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5_pjyVCWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/n-QOte29uOE/s320/DSC01720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345350159693056354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Original yay x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5_U6ZxwJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RK3fNqrAbgc/s1600-h/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5_U6ZxwJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RK3fNqrAbgc/s320/DSC03095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345349804986843282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like this picture &gt;:( Firstly I am not looking at the camera (why?!) and secondly, my pose makes me look so short when I am totally not so ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. And got so many other versions of qinghuaci. Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5-9L70XII/AAAAAAAAAio/GLoGuRRAVOE/s1600-h/n598218320_1433543_7135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5-9L70XII/AAAAAAAAAio/GLoGuRRAVOE/s320/n598218320_1433543_7135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345349397376162946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si59-bwdJkI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZiBLSrRtKpQ/s1600-h/n673254092_1038027_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si59-bwdJkI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZiBLSrRtKpQ/s320/n673254092_1038027_1825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348319291713090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two :D Yay. And why am I constant throughout -.- I should really, really teach someone so I don't need to be so tired on days like open house &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love qinghuaci. Not because it's supposed to be very "privileged" that I'm dancing a 3 person dance, but because I love the people who danced with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A few months ago, I was still hating it like crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it's so simple because it's 3 people so anything redundant and simple to settle e.g. inspire concert just dump to qinghuaci lah! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why laoshi should choreograph more small dances like this haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. PUBLICITY FOR INSPIRE CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=526344036&amp;amp;v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=94526031915#/event.php?eid=99495941631&amp;amp;ref=ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone free on 12th/13th June, evening, and feels like watching uhm some dance performances and shun bian do a bit of charity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am anti-inspire but still I will help publicise -.-&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm performing LOL and because the people planning are seniors mah :D Plus got yuanyuh yvonne and zicong in team so must. Ahem. Help inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah basically inspire also YFC project like mine so if you go, you're contributing to charity also, and SUPPORT ME hahaha. (okay whatever)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to talk about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with chua, and it was so stupid because our meeting time totally delayed by almost an hour and at the original time we were supposed to meet we were both online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But otherwise, it was fun :D Super cheap and cool and UNDERSTANDABLE neoprints + arcade + kbox. And we surprisingly passed the basketball 2nd round, WOW. Okay my best basketball partner is chua haha (can't do it with ruio/addie/jen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox was, kbox as usual, just that sang a lot more because 2 people only. It was FREEZING cold. Obviously I brought a jacket but she didn't so I lent her to wear and we kept exchanging and in the end I decided to be more active and jump around a bit so uhm. I think she wore for like the last hour or something -.- Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am super unfamiliar with the buttons already -.- I wanted to press A/D, and then ended up pressing eject. And it's not just once, but TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua sang a happy birthday song. I totally didn't realise she chose that song, and it was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; a surprise to me already until I went to click the "list of songs chosen" thing -.- So no surprise! Haha. But thanks anyway darling! Had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that chua was late for work and I was freaking early for dinner -.- Luckily I had a BIT of entertainment from some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beloved irritating person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with family, some not very pleasant thing but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home! I tell you I was so totally dead already cos I very tired and my legs very pain until something interesting happened in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you.. the battle between my 2nd sis and the lizard/gecko!&lt;br /&gt;(It just looks like a lizard to me and my sis but my 2nd sis insists it's a gecko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Came home, then we all went our seperate ways, then suddenly heard a SCREAM. What! Ran into the room and saw this amazing thing on our curtain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si6DezhMkyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ke7qsL77MFc/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si6DezhMkyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ke7qsL77MFc/s320/DSC01756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354372984116002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Screamed. I mean, me and my eldest sis lah. No one dare to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;And in the room where we sleep some more -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like wth now what?! And then my eldest sis came out with a "brilliant plan", that was, to put a container underneath and hit hit hit the lizard until it dropped into the container and then hurry up cover it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, all words and no actions she say but didn't dare to do it. So my 2nd sister decided to be brave and attempt to capture it. It was damn scary I tell you. My eldest sis and I were standing at least 2 metres away, but every time the thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt; even we SHRIEKED like what (okay not that kuazhang  but yeah you get the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- at this point my 2nd sis reads and says "it WAS that kuazhang" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't know what, decided to stop joining in the fun and went off, then after a really, REALLY long time (plus hearing of random shrieks still from my eldest sis at some parts) my sis finally captured it, hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd sis, winner of the battle whoo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si6DkCQILJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/J_CUEou_5aA/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si6DkCQILJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/J_CUEou_5aA/s320/DSC01757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354462838402194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look. The gecko. Captured and unable to do anything do. Absolutely subdued.&lt;br /&gt;- at this point my 2nd sis says "the gecko so poor thing" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she insists she's not going to kill it and she's going to bring it to the grass tomorrow to let it out so it can live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, my sis damn brave whoo! I bet none of you can do that. And she' a girl ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. End of story. You all damn entertained le right. Such a long post with so many pictures some more. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;Siming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-3233422983085949916?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3233422983085949916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=3233422983085949916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3233422983085949916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/3233422983085949916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/bombombom.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MdMaEYpyvAk/Si5_pjyVCWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/n-QOte29uOE/s72-c/DSC01720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4546774144777239603.post-1275992946211881879</id><published>2009-06-08T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:39:14.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT IS THIS. You people are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my cbox is very alive now, thanks -.- Like within a few hours alone I don't feel like spamming my own tagboard le so yes your beloved tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sw: &lt;/span&gt;Uhm, an important soft toy is say given to me by an important person? o.O or got special meaning behind it or something. How I know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mx:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT no not every single soft toy ends up as cotton okay! Got some kept very well one :D I USE PERSON ITSELF LAH. YES thanks for spotting the flaw and initiating all the rubbish that is going on in my tagboard. The itself, is just there to hide the fact whether it's a him/her what! Isn't it very DUH AND OBVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruio:&lt;/span&gt; Omg yes totally he is DAMN SHUAI when he starts fighting haha. Damn cool! Yupp posts not suspicious xD Why going out is killing you o.O I then dont want play lan stop being crazy! and nope I bet your definition of not exposed is like super.. ahem. Stop being jidong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sw:&lt;/span&gt; LOL whatever lah seriously TOTALLY no link. I'm in love with an animal yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiyan: &lt;/span&gt;Huh yah I know lah (: You all are fine. But you all still don't love us! Hmph. And like yupp cannot help it I cannot communicate with them when I'm working cos they're as stubborn as me so we just.. cannot stand each other LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenqi: &lt;/span&gt;Yah cos so simple to get and chuck it to the person right -.- I don't know. I think of something then I tell you :D Otherwise I don't mind the 20 bucks LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt: &lt;/span&gt;THANKS for totally analysing it correctly oh goodness. Yes pets are deemed yucky. Anything that moves and uh, isn't human is yucky. Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mx: &lt;/span&gt;HAHA yes nobody knows who I'm talking about. And are you high on drugs or what -.- Why are you more excited than me about MY cbox being alive?!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are crazy o.O I think my tagboard hasn't been so alive since dont know when and surprisingly XEO ISN'T HERE HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XEO COME BACK QUICK I MISS YOU LE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4546774144777239603-1275992946211881879?l=toliveahappylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1275992946211881879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4546774144777239603&amp;postID=1275992946211881879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1275992946211881879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4546774144777239603/posts/default/1275992946211881879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toliveahappylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>siming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405724389943740490</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-4546774144777239603.post-7799515698932922531</id><published>2009-06-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:29:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you people like it a lot when I'm bored right -.- So will have more posts and more things to read. And tag rubbish about -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my tagboard so rubbish now excuse me lol.&lt;br /&gt;I think cos got new rubbish person emerge in my tagboard AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I conclude that I'm the most rubbish person on earth. Okay wait. That doesn't make sense cos am not rubbish at all. How about I'm the most bored person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jen or xeo would tell me I need wider vocab range and stop using the word rubbish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I stay at home, DAMN BORED. Go out, STILL BORED.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stop looking for entertainment in other people and places and focus on what's happening in front of me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But point is, very boring what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Watched night at the museum 2, quite nice, funny, and I'm so glad I watched night at the museum 1 yesterday on tv before watching 2, so at least I understood what was going on -.- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly contrary to popular belief as well I wasn't feeling cold in the cinema. Cold, but not THAT cold like I sometimes feel o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I ate a super horrible dinner I swear I felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;Then everything became damn boring and I was feeling damn bored, rah.&lt;br /&gt;And trying very hard to find entertainment from all sources haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry and thanks to all those whom I DESPERATELY smsed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came home, and here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, there is NOTHING happening in my life now. Why does everyone think there's something happening huh, seriously. I am perfectly normal and uh, healthy? and uhm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent and pure&lt;/span&gt; as usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Yesterday night was damn nice cos was talking to ruio on the phone for like what, 3 hours or something. Even though that made me only sleep for 4 plus hours only I still like it yay :D Like haven't talked like that for so long, and  kind of miss talking like this also! Yes. Ruio should tell me all your ahem interesting things more often. I nothing interesting to tell you though, I VERY BORING ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today talking to someone was quite nice too, even though just for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, conclusion is: I like talking to people!&lt;br /&gt;So if you randomly receive a call from me you should just talk to me :D&lt;br /&gt;Or if I tell you I very bored then you should just call me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Cos talking to people is the only thing that unbores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blogging maybe. I think I found my blogging uhm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;? (is that the right word) again haha keep blogging nowadays. Do you feel happy huh. So I don't need to get scolded by you people and pestered like crazy also :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. Today there were like 2 hwachong guys whom I was telling them to STOP USING THE FREAKING F WORD then they just kept justifying themselves and how it's alright to use it because it's not the word that matters what point is they don't mean anything behind using the word or whatever shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhh. You can use it for all you want, just try not to use it in front of me yes.&lt;br /&gt;I find it damn irritating lol. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Time to stop. I very happy because I was feeling sad before going out, then at the front part when I was out I was feeling fine, then i was DAMN BORED and damn sian, but after talking to people on msn then I very high again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I very rubbish -.- Zzzs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow again. 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