<?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-5781180</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:06:54.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><subtitle type='html'>sunshine after the rain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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>721</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-7325116385381489986</id><published>2007-03-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:05:23.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like conversations at vivo roofgarden,together with Portebello mushroom &amp;Chilli Cheese fries!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/7325116385381489986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/7325116385381489986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_25_archive.html#7325116385381489986' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-3068430911656482000</id><published>2007-03-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:52:05.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>really felt the worst of overwhelming emotions just now,Emo Moment at its best.yeah. ):All Rounded Loser best epitomises everything.thanks toAudrey; for the "Dont be emo, laugh like elmo!" quote (:Mole; for everything you said just now!Playberry; for saying funny stupid things like OMG for bro paul?!" and "i dintknow ppl did personal reflections online" when i said i was reflecting, thinking. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/3068430911656482000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/3068430911656482000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_21_archive.html#3068430911656482000' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-2174225529338124129</id><published>2007-03-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:11:08.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the crying face emoicon on msn just doesnt do any justice to real emotions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2174225529338124129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2174225529338124129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_21_archive.html#2174225529338124129' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-2988478071245083844</id><published>2007-03-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:08:35.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, i'm a Fucking Failure.thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2988478071245083844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2988478071245083844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_21_archive.html#2988478071245083844' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-531553139963994899</id><published>2007-03-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:54:34.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i secretly relish pain,especially the aftermath of training.when you're in the comfort of clean fresh clothes,and your back exudes some tingling sensation.&amp; your feet feel sore and battered.it makes me feel satisfied, Good to say the least.it's like a form of recognition thattraining was productive,PUSHED for. (:it's been a long long time.and today,i felt that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/531553139963994899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/531553139963994899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_17_archive.html#531553139963994899' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-2845470009693786888</id><published>2007-03-16T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:43:21.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my entry got eaten up! GROWL(think the dead, smelly lion's head we saw in the zoo mortuary HEH)shld i change to livejournal!but i dontknow what name i shld pick.Suggestions please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2845470009693786888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2845470009693786888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_16_archive.html#2845470009693786888' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-1660255181541516065</id><published>2007-03-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:43:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MELISSA SAYS HELLO.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/1660255181541516065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/1660255181541516065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_13_archive.html#1660255181541516065' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gjw36AXU1-4/RfbTDoEDA_I/AAAAAAAAACk/3lkphW2PsfI/s72-c/bd4603-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-1860307043412552304</id><published>2007-03-10T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:21:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROCKAFELLA 3 was damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn goood!!!!!sarah was such a slut on stage,my naldnaldbuns is the BEST drummer!(okay sheer damn good tooooo)timothy's band FAQ won best bandddddd!the guy who can swirl his wrist playing guitar IS TOO PRO. GOSH.the vaccumm cleaners ARE JUST TOO CUTE!!eunice olsen is just tooooooo hot,matilda de'silva looked like she lost weight in her hongbao dress,and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/1860307043412552304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/1860307043412552304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_10_archive.html#1860307043412552304' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-5201516618081207195</id><published>2007-03-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:43:24.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcardAnd no song that I could sing but I can try for your heartAnd our dreams and they are made out of real thingsLike a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned lovingLove is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heartLike why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?It’s not always easy and sometimes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/5201516618081207195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/5201516618081207195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_03_05_archive.html#5201516618081207195' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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/_Gjw36AXU1-4/Rew3jh6UR4I/AAAAAAAAACE/zqwnx_3k3XQ/s72-c/CIMG3112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-9050219699242805219</id><published>2007-02-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:43:24.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/9050219699242805219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/9050219699242805219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_23_archive.html#9050219699242805219' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gjw36AXU1-4/Rd751Q5kx0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cnSwz9qhVeg/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-8600882470065566029</id><published>2007-02-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:43:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello my favourite red nosed boy with a black magician hat! (:other than what the photos showed, i also had many relatives who came over,and went other to my aunt's place, and also to bryan's place for very yummy Rocky's!turned out i was the only girl there, and once again i slept while they watch their movies, Constantine this time. and i miss partnerNAT, and all the other canoeists. no training</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/8600882470065566029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/8600882470065566029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_22_archive.html#8600882470065566029' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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/_Gjw36AXU1-4/Rdx2aQ5kxvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qLEXImMPoxg/s72-c/CIMG2880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-2786789356831205109</id><published>2007-02-19T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T03:58:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shall talk about the VERY FIRST outing i had with 2 of my cousins today.okay, theres Ade Jiejie who's erm, 28.and Marcus Korkor who's.. 30.okay, for 18 years of my life, i've Never been out with them.(other than those yearly family gatherings/lunches)but recently i've been talking to Ade more often,cus of msn, and of the recent family happenings.so after the annual family gathering today,(which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2786789356831205109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/2786789356831205109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_19_archive.html#2786789356831205109' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-9148325955876094578</id><published>2007-02-17T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:22:50.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rachel gummybearyjuice is officially the stupidest girl alive please. she had chocolate fondue with some sekretive boy, and i asked for the photos of them. and she said she ONLY took picture of the fondue POT.....hahaha,i think a certain person is lucky to have me running through his mind very often,especially cus i run very slowly!and i'm running.. out of space.!!!wow, what a random entry.my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/9148325955876094578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/9148325955876094578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_17_archive.html#9148325955876094578' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-8992608588627747542</id><published>2007-02-13T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:57:30.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Epitome!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/8992608588627747542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/8992608588627747542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_13_archive.html#8992608588627747542' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-5789535062634314420</id><published>2007-02-12T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:52:34.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had formulated a whole entry in my mind,about the two funerals i've not only attended,but belong to 2 relatives from each side of the family.the whole issue over christian and taoist funerals,the practices, feelings involved and such.BUT,i went on colac to check out the time table..and ZOMG!it's better to do something more productive.considering i've missed another day of school,which equates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/5789535062634314420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/5789535062634314420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_12_archive.html#5789535062634314420' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117118303678237108</id><published>2007-02-11T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:37:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it just doesnt feel right that i wont be seeing Crystal as often as i do now. ): her last day in church today. ahhh, my longest friend ever! (: i just dug out some kindergarten church photos, shall upload them when my scanner decides to work. anyhow, i will miss you. so would everyone else. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117118303678237108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117118303678237108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_11_archive.html#117118303678237108' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117085614064955605</id><published>2007-02-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:54:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello girls, really very proud of every single one of us today. (: we showed others what we were made of, especially to those who thought we couldnt make it. YAY! need to show this attitude during canoeing trng too! (: our FINAL POINT is in July! lets keep the momentum going till we reach that fateful day!to PARTNERnat who complains that my blog doesnt have a photo of her, THERE YOU GO! (: my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117085614064955605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117085614064955605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_07_archive.html#117085614064955605' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117077879315054925</id><published>2007-02-07T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:19:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chanced upon the red packets of Bee Cheng Hiang,i'm on my third piece now.and my jaws are cramping up.):this is ultra random,but, Goodnight!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117077879315054925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117077879315054925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_07_archive.html#117077879315054925' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117077702089094483</id><published>2007-02-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:50:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid week blogging cus of interesting GP lessons. (:taken from andrealizongmi's livejournal:oh oh! talking about fernandez, gp today was interesting and fun (a first in a while). hahaha. funny moments in class. 1. after bryan ssaid something to himself or derric whoever, fernandez was like BRYAN I CAN LIP READ YOU KNOW. then james, who sits next to me went, LIP READ THIS BITCH. haha thank god she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117077702089094483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117077702089094483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_06_archive.html#117077702089094483' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117057118301778982</id><published>2007-02-04T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:49:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>typed out a paragraph of What I Did the past week,but ahh, scraped it away.with the unleashing of freedom from 2 trainingscus i had 5 days MC,had lunch with the dancers!it's very REFRESHING! (as Fernandez would put it)on another day, also had sushi buffet withyunxi gillian and dinah. (:laughed the hardest i ever did the past week!guy: we have orange, lime and guawa juice?me: huh? what juice?guy: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117057118301778982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117057118301778982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#117057118301778982' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117017805812341325</id><published>2007-01-31T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:30:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank God for January, &amp; all the people who spent it with me (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117017805812341325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117017805812341325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_31_archive.html#117017805812341325' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-117017561474233333</id><published>2007-01-31T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:51:09.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117017561474233333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/117017561474233333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_31_archive.html#117017561474233333' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116974171265963098</id><published>2007-01-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:15:12.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for taking the photo that day and risked being scolded by the Adidas man while i was contemplating if i shld get the bag. (: and i chose that photo cus i'm so not going to put up the photo we took tgt which was ultra mega super duper unglam!!! &gt;:| pleaseeee do not put it up at the back of your locker please. its so ugly. ): ahh, tmr's The Day. and i would like to say, thanks for making me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116974171265963098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116974171265963098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_25_archive.html#116974171265963098' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116900767129601003</id><published>2007-01-17T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:21:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i somehow think,everything everyone; is living in a utilitarian society.shant elaborate further.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116900767129601003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116900767129601003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_17_archive.html#116900767129601003' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116870361945865190</id><published>2007-01-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:53:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tell me,how do you measure your feelings.it's just so surreal.here today, gone tmr.&amp; maybe it's better to be fleeting,at least you dont feel any attachmentand what comes along with it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116870361945865190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116870361945865190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_13_archive.html#116870361945865190' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116818532635455607</id><published>2007-01-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:55:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's only the first week,&amp; yet i already feel pressed for time.tell me,with 5 trainings a week,&amp; 2 morning runs,how do i fit in church, studies &amp; social life?you can just push me down into the express way. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116818532635455607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116818532635455607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116818532635455607' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116800750658374022</id><published>2007-01-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:35:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for YF after cca bazaar today,(Adidas boy is so damn hot. (: )&amp; its been sooooo long ever since.like... 2 years. i miss the songs, the short sermon,the poking fun at each other &amp;plus today we had a Welcome tea..and it was Bubbbletea! =Dmet three new friends today Benjamin&amp;Jireh&amp; Vivienduring an Accident gameand talked to Luke about seeing him at Macritchie!&amp; also finding out some random </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116800750658374022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116800750658374022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_05_archive.html#116800750658374022' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116793689021888831</id><published>2007-01-05T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T03:03:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like school. (:and i wanna start pioritising.thats all i feel like saying today!taken on the way home from Changi,around midnight; on the back of a lorry.There's a light in your eyes that i used to seeAnd a song in the words that you spoke to meWas i wrong to believe in your melodyTheres a light in your eyesDid you leave that light burning for me? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116793689021888831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116793689021888831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_05_archive.html#116793689021888831' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116777256898711349</id><published>2007-01-03T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:16:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 5:15AM,&amp; i guess i wont be sleeping till its time for school.(:i'm actually excited for school!newer bigger classrooms,new boys for sarah to look at,eating noodleking!finally seeing everyone else again.and training after school tmr. (:ahhhh optimism at its best.but i dontknow if i can fit into my skirt again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116777256898711349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116777256898711349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2007_01_03_archive.html#116777256898711349' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116742413591943941</id><published>2006-12-30T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T04:32:54.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the highlight of the night was not Omega Night, but the nearly 2+hrs talk downstairs a random block just to listen to The Ohs telling us about how they were convinced to, and were going to, move to another church. initially when it was announced during the service, i was rather.. down. i've known Crystal all my life, and now i wont be able to see her as surely as i know i would every Sunday. i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116742413591943941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116742413591943941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_30_archive.html#116742413591943941' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116732881772681030</id><published>2006-12-29T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:16:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHATS WRONG WITH THE WORLD MAMA!and germsie,you come up with the weirdest stuff like"cool shit! and how? put the shit in the fridge"and asking me to wipe the wet bag against...hehe :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116732881772681030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116732881772681030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_29_archive.html#116732881772681030' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116724429356174646</id><published>2006-12-28T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:31:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know it's been a whirlwind of events these few days. parties, stayovers &amp; meetups. the 12 days of christmas (: have met up with the c3 clique, canoeing06 people for a xmas dinner, the canoeing05 people for a stayover, bestie, monkey (: , my favouritest&amp;funniest og15 boys +huibing, meeting germs tmr, and plans have been paved to meet the peanuts (swei,shi&amp;hc) plus loverboy =D ! not forgetting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116724429356174646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116724429356174646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_28_archive.html#116724429356174646' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116704293425230788</id><published>2006-12-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:37:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because Pei sent methe Victoria Secrets website&amp; i neglected Blogger for a whileBlogger decided to be jealous&amp; eat up my post!so look at pictures instead!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116704293425230788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116704293425230788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_25_archive.html#116704293425230788' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116695607955458005</id><published>2006-12-24T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:06:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was a merry eve of the christmas eve! (:met Andrew, Erwin, Jenny, Pei &amp; Natwe had dinner at Fish&amp;CoNEW YORK FISH&amp;CHIPS yummmmmy  :Dthen we soaked up the christmas spirit (read: SWEAT&amp;PUSHING)by walking down Orchard Road.but it was extremely fun,with the impatient Erwin dancing his way through the crowdsand paving the way for us, and Andrew being our Photographer!after dinner we headed down to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116695607955458005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116695607955458005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_24_archive.html#116695607955458005' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116681403052250340</id><published>2006-12-23T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:00:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think later will be a good training day cus i've alot of potential energy kept within me, ready to be lashed out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116681403052250340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116681403052250340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_23_archive.html#116681403052250340' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116681399862802446</id><published>2006-12-23T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:00:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think tmr will be a good training day cus i've alot of potential energy kept within me, ready to be lashed out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116681399862802446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116681399862802446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_23_archive.html#116681399862802446' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116680681479135730</id><published>2006-12-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:00:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got lots of angst within me now and i need to complain/rant/whine/scream/shoutand the person i can think of who can take it all and just shrug it off, laugh about it and give stupid but sensible comments is allllllll the way in Egypt, without internet access, and i dont think it's such an important matter to warrant a long distance call, and i dont even know if he has roaming, and what if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116680681479135730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116680681479135730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_23_archive.html#116680681479135730' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116673162139072187</id><published>2006-12-22T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:07:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zomg, it's 4:04AM now&amp; rachel has trng at 8.i've trng at 11,and we're talking about a canoeing get together!and it's... 5 generations okay.1. Jen's batch2. Rachel's batch3. Lixian's batch4. My batch5. The current batch.&amp; she purposely doesnt want to include the batch 2 years older than her!just because.... heh heh. =DOKAY SOUNDS EXCITING!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116673162139072187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116673162139072187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_22_archive.html#116673162139072187' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116672341390432004</id><published>2006-12-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:50:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> All the lonely people Where do they all come from ? All the lonely people Where do they all belong ?Eleanor Rigby- The Beatles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116672341390432004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116672341390432004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_22_archive.html#116672341390432004' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116644883224017994</id><published>2006-12-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:33:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks for walking down to the bus stop in the rain just to bring me an umbrella, when you werent obliged to. Thanks  for sheltering me &amp; putting your arms around my shoulder just so i wont slip and fall. Thanks for walking me to the market and sharing tao huay with me and pay for my fish&amp;chips. Thanks for insisting on carrying my tote bag which screams "I Love CareBears" in front. Thanks for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116644883224017994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116644883224017994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_18_archive.html#116644883224017994' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116637867874619607</id><published>2006-12-18T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T02:10:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            today was much eating&amp;catching up!met up with c3'02 people,tabi, cheryl, enmin, joan &amp; jing!omgosshh its been one year since our last meetup eh!first we went to Crystal Jade xiaolongbao!where we talked about our past(4years seemed super long ago ah.)about a certain girl who wore back bracesand wrote a loveletter to another girl in classand signed off with "love, the girl beside the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116637867874619607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116637867874619607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_18_archive.html#116637867874619607' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116607193596075296</id><published>2006-12-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:47:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the 12hour plane ride was; enjoyable!watched movies; slept; ate!the landing was soooo smooth,i didnt even feel it! hah. :Dthe weather was cold, like 1degree!those kinda temperature where when you talk,can blow smoke, heh.followed the whole batch of crew to The Great Cumberland hotel.and a very nice steward decided to share a room with his gf,and my bro&amp; i got a whole room to ourselves HEHE. :Dthe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116607193596075296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116607193596075296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_14_archive.html#116607193596075296' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116565762521591526</id><published>2006-12-09T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:47:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Singapore!Hello London!(:Goodbye Germs to New Zealand!Goodbye Ali to Bangkok!BYE EVERYONE ELSE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116565762521591526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116565762521591526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_09_archive.html#116565762521591526' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116559064159890641</id><published>2006-12-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:10:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holland village on a friday night with wy.nydc; pasta&amp;cheesecake.like typical ahpeks;sat at the hawker centre&amp;had Baron's&amp;Guiness.thanks for the company, Baron's, walking me home &amp; watching me puke twice!more to come. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116559064159890641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116559064159890641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_08_archive.html#116559064159890641' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116554371225229464</id><published>2006-12-08T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:08:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after a few days of mosquito-infested places, sleeping on benches, walking 40mins to bathing places, tying up our belongings with black trashbags and slotting them into our boats, finding out that my ipod&amp;handphone got drenched, feeling disgusted by salty/damp smelly bags...it's nice waking up in an air conditioned room, on a bed, without mosquitos.&amp; eating breakfast my grandma heated up for me,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116554371225229464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116554371225229464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_08_archive.html#116554371225229464' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116516536470318593</id><published>2006-12-04T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:02:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Stomach,I HATE YOU for screwing up!especially on Sunday Dec3.you know that a Certain meetupdont come often,and yet you've to $^#&amp;%&amp; on this day!Love,your other body parts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116516536470318593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116516536470318593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_04_archive.html#116516536470318593' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116505937267054325</id><published>2006-12-02T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:38:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know i'll miss your touch,and how your curves fit exactlybetween my fingers.and even though sometimes it's painful;with blisters&amp;abrasionsyou're still so pretty,with yellow &amp; red.(:Goodbye,Brac2 2718.it's been long,andi hope you'll end up in good hands.- Now all those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in timebut today I've wasted away for today is on my mindLeft the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116505937267054325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116505937267054325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_12_02_archive.html#116505937267054325' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116490221937834605</id><published>2006-11-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:56:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cus its an empty feeling,even Subway melt cant fill.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116490221937834605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116490221937834605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_30_archive.html#116490221937834605' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116479844016479103</id><published>2006-11-29T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:07:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today i decided not to bathe after trng,thus did not bring my  extra clothes yadayada.and i thought putting my shorts at the back of the boat was safe,BUT! we capped!THEN! i couldnt find my shorts! ):SO i had no shorts to go home with!Growl.thankyou Andrew Mole Ng Chip Sheng for lending me your shorts. (:and having to wear your wet shorts for lunch, icecream &amp; the way home.and withstanding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116479844016479103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116479844016479103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_29_archive.html#116479844016479103' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116456803874595835</id><published>2006-11-27T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T03:10:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know  your thoughts these dayswe're strangers in an empty space.i dont understand your heart,it's easier to be apart. ):words of the past,could determine the future.and then i go and spoil it allby saying something stupidlike i love you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116456803874595835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116456803874595835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_27_archive.html#116456803874595835' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116446480317858699</id><published>2006-11-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:30:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been q some timeeee (:THURSDAY met germs to tan! (:it was q fun looking at swimming coach withsunglasses &amp;listening to Mr Miyagi coach talking to..EMO BOY JOHN!after that germs, mole &amp; iwent to watch Happyfeet!it's quite cute,so many penguins singing&amp;dancing.but the ending is kinda er..happyending just for the sake of it kind.and i still wanna bring my nephew to watch it!mole&amp;i didnt know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116446480317858699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116446480317858699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_25_archive.html#116446480317858699' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116421479167100753</id><published>2006-11-23T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:59:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day out with germs again! (:i seriously hope we're not turning into ____ ah!after gg to bugis, going to ____ shop,and buying ____,and painting ____ blue...hahaha :DFUN!more fun tmr germs! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116421479167100753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116421479167100753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_23_archive.html#116421479167100753' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116412459730948158</id><published>2006-11-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:20:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i went out with them! :Dit's been long, i bet you two miss me ah.HO HO HO (:had fun looking at manymanymany dresses,and finally choosing one for Germs!Yipeeee!and while germs was trying on her BIahemahemKINI,ali&amp;i were camwhoring.the fitting room at tangs vivocity is damnOMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG :D :D :Dand we snapped some secret shots while the people didnt see!okay,more shopping tmr! :DRANDOM!*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116412459730948158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116412459730948158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_21_archive.html#116412459730948158' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116352892344485533</id><published>2006-11-15T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:28:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS FLASH!*i packed my room! -BEAMS.*nat&amp;erwin are leaving for ChiangRai tmr.Goooodbye! &amp; i never said i'll miss you two. Hoho.but it means no more bathing&amp;swimming @ grandmama&amp;papa! ):*All the Best to Pei for Thursday! (:you can do it okay. we'll all wait for you to come back for trng on fri,then we can have secret sharing session without nat&amp;erwin! HEHE.*i cant wait for NEXT TUESDAY's outing! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116352892344485533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116352892344485533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_15_archive.html#116352892344485533' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116318039028619433</id><published>2006-11-11T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:39:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>even though in my heart i've forgiven you for it,i'll never ever forget what you just did to me.Nolite te bastardes carborundorumhad training today!things will pick up soon, i hope.Optimism is Essential :Di'm glad nat&amp;i can balance on k2 advantage;the First time!cheers to more trainings (:had dinner at subway at united square&amp;headed to peihan's place.TO MY #1 fan who so excitedly told me he found</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116318039028619433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116318039028619433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_11_archive.html#116318039028619433' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116309057820159494</id><published>2006-11-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:43:02.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>snippets of thoughts on the long bus journey home today* you'll always be my best kept little secret.* i wished i was more impulsive and irrational last time.* i HATE your lack of initiatives.* that particular scene keeps playing in my mind,and i'll never ever forget that surge of emotions.* will you keep your promise of not forgetting me; Ever?* my insecurities are eating me alive* why'd you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116309057820159494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116309057820159494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_10_archive.html#116309057820159494' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116296536419670377</id><published>2006-11-08T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:56:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But tell me did you sail across the sunDid you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all fadedAnd that heaven is over ratedTell me, did you fall for a shooting starOne without a permanent scarAnd then you miss me while you were lookin' for yourself out theremiss every single one of you &amp; of course also aliiiiii :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116296536419670377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116296536419670377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_08_archive.html#116296536419670377' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116264580551958891</id><published>2006-11-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:16:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yawn (what a way to start an entry, hoho)so basically today i watched 3 french films!1. A la folie PAS DU TOUT2. Le Fabuleux Destin l'Amelie Poulain3. LA PEAU BLANCHE&amp; drifted in and out of sleep on the sofa many many times!i think that theres something very exqusite about Audrey Tautou.she's not pretty, but she has this rather pristine (?) thing abt her.so for the past 3 days,i've been working! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116264580551958891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116264580551958891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_04_archive.html#116264580551958891' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116239905833831330</id><published>2006-11-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:37:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just keep the hurt within,be the sacrificial lamb.it's a man eat man society.get it ?yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116239905833831330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116239905833831330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_11_02_archive.html#116239905833831330' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116216002595937765</id><published>2006-10-30T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T06:22:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are the 6 contestants for Miss Tibet 2006,and the winner is Tsering Chungtak,second row, 1st from the left.it started out with the stupidchina boy making a joke about Contestant No. 2 being a military personnel, and how she can easily kill those people who disqualified her. then we laughed about how these contestants look, criticised them, and scorned them for their physical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116216002595937765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116216002595937765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_30_archive.html#116216002595937765' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116214794131773446</id><published>2006-10-30T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:24:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been q long since i've updated.do my faithful blog readers miss me?TEEHEE :Dso recently,school has ended for the year.i've no pw &amp; to handle (mwahhaha to the rest of you!)&amp; i've attended Kailin Jiejie's wedding at Hotel Rendezvous.she just got married to this French Guy :Dand she'll have a lifetime supply of French kisses,go for French Manicures, have a French maid &amp;lots of French </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116214794131773446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116214794131773446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_30_archive.html#116214794131773446' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116177061648630545</id><published>2006-10-25T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:03:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You work hard, seeking success. You are self-sufficient and in spite of all the trials and tribulations that have beset you in the past you carry on regardless.. You are one to be admired because you pursue your objectives single-mindedly and with initiative. You know that you can 'do it' and what is more, you will - without necessarily being dependent upon the goodwill of others.You are feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116177061648630545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116177061648630545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_25_archive.html#116177061648630545' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116170611927156760</id><published>2006-10-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:08:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out with lixxxxx today! :Dteehee, i miss you! dont you miss me too?then went to visit her dorm.i think staying in hall's super fun!saw q a few people i knew,like the twins, hengwei and some other canoeing senior.and when i boarded the bus from her hall,the female driver purposely went to the back of the busso as to see my id. and was staring at me like 0.oHmmmmm!gah, i wanna post up more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116170611927156760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116170611927156760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_24_archive.html#116170611927156760' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116159771652693302</id><published>2006-10-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:01:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you shift your school skirt which once hung loosely on the hips,up to to the waist,and now its beginning to feel tight on the waist..OH OH.and when your jeans used to be fitting,and now you find it taut on the hips,difficult to button and the fats spilling out..OH OH.okay, i just kickstarted my exercise regime once more today!running&amp;playing netballwith netballers/basketballers/odacers!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116159771652693302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116159771652693302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_23_archive.html#116159771652693302' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116153211698840654</id><published>2006-10-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:48:37.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay let me tell you about my attendance the past week at school okay?Monday: went to school! but realised the timetable for the whole day was PW. so went to town to watch movie. :DTuesday: didnt go to schoool cus i was feeling super lethargicWednesday: went to school (if i remember correctly.)Thursday: went to school at 12 just for history tutorial.Friday: down with gastric flu.Model student, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116153211698840654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116153211698840654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116153211698840654' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116151008845534678</id><published>2006-10-22T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:41:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched the midnight movie of The Prestige last night.its DAMNNNN AWESOME :D :D :Dworth staying up for (:i like the ending!it tells me that sometimes we search so hard for an answer,we expect something complicated,yet the answer is so simplistic, and we refuse to accept it.cus we spent the whole life searching for an answer we deem unsatisfactory.Everyone should go watch it ! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116151008845534678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116151008845534678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116151008845534678' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116137069950016269</id><published>2006-10-21T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:58:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. John Tucker Must Die2. Little Man3. The Departed4. The Ballad of Ricky Bobby5. The Black Dahliai think thats quite a number of movies i've watched recently! yet i think the most captivating and intriguing of all is the latest movie i've watched, The Black Dahlia. it is based on a true and unsolved murder in 1947 of a Hollywood starlet named Elizabeth Short. Two cops were chosen to solve her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116137069950016269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116137069950016269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_21_archive.html#116137069950016269' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116106418457429682</id><published>2006-10-17T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:49:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had one of the weirdest dream this morning! i slept in cus i was tooo tired, but i knew that the rest were getting back their maths results. so i dreamt that sarah messaged me that we had the same score (which in the end wasnt the same). and i had this glimpse of the maths paper, and i saw that the score was.. squareroot 90 ?! hahahha :Dbut overall it was fine,and i'm superrrr happy that mole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116106418457429682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116106418457429682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_17_archive.html#116106418457429682' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116101925610785119</id><published>2006-10-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:20:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of school without the J2s felt extremely different right from the start. i came to school at 7.20am, and hesitated walking towards the usual morning gathering area at the pullup bar. okay, so i decided to walk past that area, to search for a whiff of familiarity. but the benches were empty, the MEEEELLLLL from 25 steps away could not be heard, the fun poking and updates, the laughter, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116101925610785119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116101925610785119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_17_archive.html#116101925610785119' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116072056987996549</id><published>2006-10-13T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:23:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am very upset. ):see what the exam period has done to me.): ): ):</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116072056987996549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116072056987996549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_13_archive.html#116072056987996549' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116050080954315910</id><published>2006-10-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:20:09.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to vivo city today!or should i say just the roooftop, Heh.nice place (: just that my nose was an irritant..okay i realised i put on alot of weight.):need to lose weight in time for the wedding....BLEAHemail days are happy days. (:hmm, getting back results tmr.): wo bu zhi daooooooo.and i'm so damn freaking proud of Andrew Mole Ng!:D :D :Dand sarah,you'll do just fine okay?i cant imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116050080954315910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116050080954315910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_11_archive.html#116050080954315910' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116041031880537800</id><published>2006-10-09T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:23:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was a whiny bitch after exams today.like theres no reason for existence,and i felt so so so restless.like the empty space; needs to be filled up.need to do something substantialand be a useful person,so i decided to learn how to Bake! :Dcupcakes cupcakes cupcakes,i wanna bake cupcakes! (:those happy little pills.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116041031880537800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116041031880537800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_09_archive.html#116041031880537800' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-116031787842821901</id><published>2006-10-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:31:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like a catwho has a furball stuck in her throat! ):Bleah.and thanks to mr chan,who suggested i visit the vet.(and who insists he is very witty!)i composed this little paragraph just nowbut i decided not to anymore.so yep,it shall just serve as a memory,of the distant past. (:hmmmm,maths paper tmr!and i'm gonna sleep at 10.30,so i can get 8 good whole hours of sleep!(:and i'm so glad i went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116031787842821901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/116031787842821901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116031787842821901' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115969437985557569</id><published>2006-10-01T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:19:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my Favourite photo of fridayand view some of the rest Here(:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115969437985557569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115969437985557569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115969437985557569' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115953872545592332</id><published>2006-09-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:05:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We call it showstoppin' says:aiyah i wanna buy smth from some spree thing but i dont know what they're sayinWe call it showstoppin' says:like why must i transfer money straight after i order. how do i run to the bankHAHAHA BEHVERLEE MAHTHILDAH CHOW very funny!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115953872545592332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115953872545592332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_29_archive.html#115953872545592332' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115937502453218167</id><published>2006-09-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:37:04.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i wandered,and i enjoy wondering.(:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115937502453218167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115937502453218167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_28_archive.html#115937502453218167' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115920542092738208</id><published>2006-09-26T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:30:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comical Tragedy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115920542092738208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115920542092738208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_26_archive.html#115920542092738208' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115920066400814630</id><published>2006-09-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:11:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sitting by the pavementdarkness Envelopesthe streetlights;solace yet hindrance.Peace and Tranquilityyet why does silence seem so loudheart pumping, mind racing.runr u n r   u    nMight Fightlose sight, LIGHT.Snap! Snap! Snap!sorry darling,you can never capture everything.photos are just memories in timewhat about the fallen interludes?they will never taint,until our memories become faint. ;Time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115920066400814630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115920066400814630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_25_archive.html#115920066400814630' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115876648080037367</id><published>2006-09-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:34:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tell me how lucky can a girl get?very. (:and i hope this continues! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115876648080037367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115876648080037367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_20_archive.html#115876648080037367' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115866504536799363</id><published>2006-09-19T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:24:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG OMG OMG THANK GOD FOR;1. i only saw the word EDUCATION after i Finished writing my essay,BUT the example that i thought of was on education!(qi) heng ar!2. i tied part a with a wrong part b!!luckily i realised in time and stapled everything back properly tgt.:Derrrrr,but i thought GDP was how much a country spends!and i didnt talk about the .. afluence level of the people. ):From Wikipedia,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115866504536799363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115866504536799363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_19_archive.html#115866504536799363' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115850178080027714</id><published>2006-09-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:03:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>run away and never look back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115850178080027714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115850178080027714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115850178080027714' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115841255514687068</id><published>2006-09-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:48:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. eating subway four times the past 4 days.2. being at united square the past 4 days.3. wearing the same clothes, being at the same place for 2 consecutive days.4. i love macademia white chip cookie5. STRONG tehbing helps in bowel movement6. sometimes it makes my heart race7. my right ankle hurts after walking for awhile8. i had hotcakes for breakfast9. golver is very handsome10. i havent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115841255514687068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115841255514687068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_16_archive.html#115841255514687068' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115808193203373243</id><published>2006-09-13T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:25:32.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>falling sick yesterday was somehow like a blessing in disguise. (:i gave school a miss, slept alot alot. (think wake up at 12. plus have an afternoon nap!)i feel alot more refreshed!recently alot of ppl have been saying that i look extremely tired&amp;sleepy,so i guess today rejuvenated me (:Thanks to YOU who walked a distancejust to buy me cooling water &amp; Lin Yan Yin Chiao Refined Cold&amp;Fever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115808193203373243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115808193203373243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_13_archive.html#115808193203373243' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115772507058744875</id><published>2006-09-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:17:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       HELLO YOU&amp;YOU&amp;ME!I MISS YOU TWO ALOT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115772507058744875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115772507058744875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_08_archive.html#115772507058744875' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115764364272414022</id><published>2006-09-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:40:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner today with 4 other guys was mightily (not because of their muscles) interesting. it allowed me to take a peek into a guy's mind, and see things at their perspective. it's amazing how the hormonal makeup of a male/female propels them towards certain mindsets. Stereotypical, i know, but still it's evident. and today, ian asked us why do utopias lead to dystopias. the oppression of creative </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115764364272414022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115764364272414022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_07_archive.html#115764364272414022' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115755877254095695</id><published>2006-09-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:06:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So long astoriai found a map to buried treasureand even if we come home empty handedwe'll still have our stories of battle scars,pirate ships and wounded hearts,broken bones,and all the best of friendships.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115755877254095695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115755877254095695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_06_archive.html#115755877254095695' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115738634413632075</id><published>2006-09-05T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:12:24.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when those raw emotions hit me,and i needed someone to find comfort in,your name suddenly flashed through my mind.and i still remember the last time,the reasons, what i did, what you saideven though i lost that msg,i'll always remember that it made me smilecus of something not so funny, yet i felt it was extrememly silly of you to say that. and i'm sorry ,i was never there for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115738634413632075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115738634413632075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_05_archive.html#115738634413632075' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115722209631077059</id><published>2006-09-03T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:34:56.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i enjoy breeze chats on the steps (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115722209631077059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115722209631077059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115722209631077059' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115704740433120903</id><published>2006-09-01T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:03:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much have happened in the past week,i need to slowly unravel the events.i feel that i'm just a robot, programmed to function to perform tasks.been so tired,even though i havent really been sleeping late.really looking forward to the coming holidays,a bit more time to rest and reflect. with the events happening simultaneously recently,it makes me wonder the true essence of the word Like. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115704740433120903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115704740433120903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115704740433120903' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115678012362275434</id><published>2006-08-28T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:48:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sheares bridge 10km run 2006Sunday was fun*..and i was caught unprepared,wait a while for me to react.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115678012362275434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115678012362275434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_28_archive.html#115678012362275434' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115660875376729733</id><published>2006-08-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:12:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4.55AM tmr morningGoodnight World.and i cant wait for the FINISHING LINE.:D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115660875376729733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115660875376729733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_27_archive.html#115660875376729733' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115657712818019574</id><published>2006-08-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:25:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sore eyed, changed the fengshui of my room!and i swear the sore eye came fromthe two filipino lesbians i saw on the bus yesterdayshort fat ugly no style hairstyle bung kept touch touch kiss kiss caress grope butt the other girlHELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?! okay,ah mah and ah pek study session again today! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115657712818019574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115657712818019574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_26_archive.html#115657712818019574' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115643577848139544</id><published>2006-08-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:09:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like a messy, disorientated girl. looking forward to ahpek&amp;ahmah study session tmr!thank God for half day. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115643577848139544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115643577848139544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_25_archive.html#115643577848139544' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115606875906566233</id><published>2006-08-20T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:12:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just the other day, we were reading a passage in gp class about "business" (er, Busy-ness.) that passage talked about fully utilising our time to the extent that we even need to occupy ourselves on the bus and trains so that we would not appear zuo bo. and somehow, its cool to be fully immersed in something. and she challenged us to one day just sit at a coffee place, sip coffee and just people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115606875906566233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115606875906566233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115606875906566233' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115565488018647362</id><published>2006-08-15T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:14:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a little catch up session with a friend today. it started out by him asking me of my impression of certain people, then telling me some gossips. (hehe!) after awhile, we moved from topic to topic, i mean, people to people. we seemed to have diverse impressions of the same person through the way she acts/blogs. somehow, it made me wonder if impressions are really so vital? it seems rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115565488018647362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115565488018647362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_15_archive.html#115565488018647362' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115556398847886452</id><published>2006-08-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:59:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, i had a little dispute with my HT. okay, not really a dispute, merely a conflict of preference. so, the past week he had asked me and 2 other classmates to come up with a 24hours timetable. okay, so i came up with one which stated what i needed to cover each day. well, my other classmates did the 24hours one (mind you, with slots such as Bathing/Eating etcc). so apparently Mr HT wasnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115556398847886452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115556398847886452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_14_archive.html#115556398847886452' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115509305375588818</id><published>2006-08-09T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:10:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yucks!i just saw an ugly side of a human being.tskkkkkk.and i'm glad i made the right choice last time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115509305375588818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115509305375588818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_09_archive.html#115509305375588818' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115444603944991175</id><published>2006-08-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:27:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh,i HATE how everything is determined by your academic achivements.and how people are so mentally fucked by whats going on.really, theres no need for this at this point of time. and it makes me wonder if i'm making the right choiceif it was better taking a different routethe less conventional way. it sucks really, to all those affected.and i do understand how you feel. alls not lost yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115444603944991175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115444603944991175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115444603944991175' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115442796173704176</id><published>2006-08-01T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:26:01.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess,it never did go away.where'd you go?i miss you so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115442796173704176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115442796173704176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115442796173704176' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781180.post-115419900424713184</id><published>2006-07-30T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:50:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shannon - ahh..another important milestone for the average 18yr old. Driving. says:messy teddy sat on the wallshannon - ahh..another important milestone for the average 18yr old. Driving. says:messy teddy had a great fall!caraMEL says:all the great cheekys and all the great chooscaraMEL says:couldnt put messy teddy tgt again! shannon - ahh..another important milestone for the average 18yr old. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115419900424713184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781180/posts/default/115419900424713184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenty3-.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115419900424713184' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14916823417469967330</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></entry></feed>
