<?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-13072304</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:32:11.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILEY :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>600</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2997048133485184079</id><published>2007-10-08T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:13:24.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;11 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to come home &amp;amp; pack my room after end of last paper, hehe! Hahaha like thoroughly pack, then I think I will be weli happieee ( : It's retarded &amp;amp; anti-climax I know. But I like what! :D Muaharharharhar, A.Math paper will fly pass like it never happened again. And I didn't buy party poppers, but I shall bring something to commemorate end of EOYs! Bring my dino BBF gave me ( : Hahaha, see how. See tomorrow whether I happy a not. MUAHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Freedom never tasted so sweet before, mmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2997048133485184079?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2997048133485184079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2997048133485184079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2997048133485184079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2997048133485184079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom-11-hours-away.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5220257081618532165</id><published>2007-10-06T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:18:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was in general, a wasted day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But had fun when S/T Partner was at my house! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I just practically slept my whole day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm making up for it now! :D Doing my A.Math stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping was veli delicious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karon&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for not replying on msn today! Stupid syl was at my house. Hahaha I'm fine already anyway ( : Thanks for always being there &amp;amp; trying to make me happier! :D You must be happy happy too kay! :D LUVVVVVVV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinygirl&lt;/span&gt;, haven't been calling you tinygirl for such a longgggggg time. Hahaha I'm back to being happy already! :D LUV YOU TINYGIRL &lt;^^ (your handsign :D)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thongs&lt;/span&gt;, haha, you saw her at j8 too? She doesn't look like priscilla lah! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, hello ( : Which Jason are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy Person&lt;/span&gt;, it was really for nothing what! Hahaha and you don't believe I waited 1 hour somemore. Irrititating &gt;: (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5220257081618532165?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5220257081618532165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5220257081618532165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5220257081618532165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5220257081618532165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-in-general-wasted-day.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6243067764613423153</id><published>2007-10-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:32:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tinygirl! I think I found my Happy101 in my cupboard today. ( : I think I constantly misplace it, but I always find it back. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying with rach today was nice ( : Shaw was nice ( : Listening to the same movie trailers over &amp;amp; over again was so exciting. Hahahahahaha. Sushi was love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then studied at shaw macs all alone for 1 hour. Hahaha veli happi tu studi alone ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went GAP &amp;amp; Alexis with crazy person, for, nothing. Stupid irritating toot poot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to j8 &amp;amp; I was so excited to see ugenie at popular! :D Hahahaha I also don't know why, maybe I secretly infatuated with her. Then I lose my rationality :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah whatever lah, went to eat dinner then went with crazy person to soccer field. And yeah, haha see so many people I haven't seen for ages, and sit there &amp;amp; stone, but quite happy still ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumyum, today was a very busy but happy day, and now I need to sleep. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBF:&lt;/span&gt; WHERE ARE YOU?! WHERE ARE YOU?! WHY YOU DISAPPEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Muahaha, yummy yummy sleep. Mmmmmmm delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating prata tomorrow morning! :D Threesome huh syl. Haha then I'm gonna study at my house downstairs yaye :D (If I resist the temptation of going upstairs to sleep.) Haiya, see my mood. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6243067764613423153?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6243067764613423153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6243067764613423153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6243067764613423153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6243067764613423153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/tinygirl-i-think-i-found-my-happy101-in.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8484797967358650643</id><published>2007-10-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:50:14.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 11.30 &amp;amp; they made a big fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not like it's anything abnormal or what you know, plus I was studying j8, I did tell them? Like, huh? My dad drove out to look for me? And like what? Just, wth. I know it's out of care &amp;amp; concern, but aren't they overreacting a little? Okay, maybe 11.30 sounds late, but it really is normal. I swear, I mean, all of us know that! What the? Okay whatever. Just because piano admin people pissed them off, doesn't mean it's my fault right. I didn't even tell them I cried/I was so insecure or whatever. I just said maybe it was a misunderstanding. And my dad said I was throwing a tantrum. (?!?) I was talking, very calmly. Not even screaming, not even giving any faces, not even with any emotion. Just the 'Huhhhhhhhhh maybe misunderstanding what.' Throwing tantrum, thanks ah. What is wrong with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Exam results bad = will get scolded for going out as an excuse to not go for dinner &amp;amp; to play, not study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya what's their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. What goes around, does not actually come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel !@#@#%!@#%!@, I feel like singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baba black sheep have you any wool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes Sir, Yes Sir, 3 bags full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 for my master &amp;amp; 1 for my dame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 for the little girl who lives down the lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eases your frustrations a lot a lot.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8484797967358650643?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8484797967358650643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8484797967358650643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8484797967358650643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8484797967358650643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-reached-home-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3946918783230105273</id><published>2007-10-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:58:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I set 4 alarms, so I will wake up! If I don't ah, I'm the best lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to exams tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go BBF &amp;amp; Jedi, do it with the A1 attitude okay! :D A.Maths will be conquered! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3946918783230105273?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3946918783230105273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3946918783230105273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3946918783230105273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3946918783230105273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-set-4-alarms-so-i-will-wake-up-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8241034481186337625</id><published>2007-10-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:11:09.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twinkle twinkle little star,&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel like some crisis teenager or something. Like everytime very happy then suddenly something happen &amp;amp; then become super duper emo. And then always have people to ask me whether I'm fine &amp;amp; everything. (which is really sweet) But I feel like a crazy teenager with like constant PMS or something. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel crazy, sometimes I feel like I'm so matured, sometimes I feel like a crybaby, sometimes I feel like I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get on with life, I'm expecting the worst already. ) :&lt;br /&gt;But I think the fact will take quite a while to settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unprepared for chem. I feel like going to sleep now. I feel like forgetting about exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I don't wanna regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JY JS JCDD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8241034481186337625?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8241034481186337625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8241034481186337625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8241034481186337625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8241034481186337625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/twinkle-twinkle-little-star-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1648552129770046293</id><published>2007-10-02T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:12:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll deal, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I wanna paint my room purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1648552129770046293?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3048462726731744111</id><published>2007-10-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:53:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>) : My dad's gonna clarify tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I continue, I'll be C: C: C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't, I guess I'll just deal with the change somehow &amp;amp; make my teacher something really nice cause he has been so understanding &amp;amp; so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me real bad just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;おばあさん&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1165680824981745205</id><published>2007-10-02T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:33:37.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is, really need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I never ever saw this coming at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to let go, I don't even have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1165680824981745205?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6743488926677502892</id><published>2007-10-02T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:16:35.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exams are so unimportant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6743488926677502892?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6743488926677502892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6743488926677502892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6743488926677502892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6743488926677502892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-are-so-unimportant-now.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4605589512081938038</id><published>2007-10-02T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:32:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I am to do from here onwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, since freaking K1 you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so damn lost now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4605589512081938038?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4605589512081938038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4605589512081938038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4605589512081938038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4605589512081938038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fag-just-like-that-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7606283702813283272</id><published>2007-10-02T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:27:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got enough of exams actually, but I'm still gonna do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sad looks really trivial now! That's great, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To _: Some things you want, you have to give up another. It's not whether you want to choose or whether you can choose. You have to choose! It's either you don't know what you want or you don't understand how others feel about it. Probably, you'll just have to be on this ride yourself to understand what they really mean. But please be sure of what you want. You know, no one gets the best of both worlds. Maybe sometimes, but I'm sure not this time. Maybe try putting yourself in _'s shoes instead of _s. It's really frustrating trying to get someone to understand how you feel because no one really understands until they experience it themselves. Yeah, but now, it's all up to you how you want the ending to be. I mean, you had a choice all along. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba (Ali) black sheep, have you any wool?&lt;br /&gt;(I realise this line sounds really retarded hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want exams to be overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I want to put in my best C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7606283702813283272?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7606283702813283272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7606283702813283272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7606283702813283272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7606283702813283272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-enough-of-exams-actually-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1780300907576919985</id><published>2007-10-02T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:32:58.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna eat up all my physics notes tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm, delicious. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1780300907576919985?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1780300907576919985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1780300907576919985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1780300907576919985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1780300907576919985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-gonna-eat-up-all-my-physics-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4250177237160147334</id><published>2007-10-02T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:10:14.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished writing the letter. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much of physics &amp;amp; feel quite screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know the basics, but aiya, low confidence is no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wake up at 5 to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama I just want exams to end, then I'll have the time to sort my feelings/emotions out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is just a really wrong time for a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, wrong time for exams to be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I feel so screwed, all because of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High &amp;amp; almighty exams, make us all feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make us demoralised for Sec 4 Year, make us lose confidence in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the objective of the teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4250177237160147334?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4250177237160147334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4250177237160147334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4250177237160147334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4250177237160147334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-finished-writing-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3894345840565937167</id><published>2007-10-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:33:40.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yum yum, I like my new skin a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;超级可爱&lt;/span&gt;zxs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, now I have motivation to do my physics ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3894345840565937167?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3894345840565937167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3894345840565937167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3894345840565937167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3894345840565937167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/yum-yum-i-like-my-new-skin-lot-d-zxs-d.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5291267031705731938</id><published>2007-10-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:16:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E.Math was average, not much of a moral booster for math though.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is physics &amp;amp; english pp II! Can rest my brain cells a little. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love urban hangout &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5291267031705731938?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5291267031705731938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5291267031705731938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5291267031705731938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5291267031705731938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/e.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3805246238954906504</id><published>2007-09-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:49:56.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self-medication, always the best C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having people to cheer me up by my side, makes me a lot happier too. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thongs, BFF, Qi, Karon, thanks for being there. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3805246238954906504?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3805246238954906504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3805246238954906504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3805246238954906504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3805246238954906504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/self-medication-always-best-c-having.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7732497247993731868</id><published>2007-09-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:47:32.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deleted all my ) : posts, things are not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was so ) : also, but I really hate _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about _, I feel so !@#!#%!@#%!. Hate you irritating piece of shit, please review yourself soon &amp;amp; stop wallowing in self pity cause you brought all this upon yourself. I was fine with you, now I understand why the whole world's against you. &amp;amp;Stop being so petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I guess _ bothers me less now, don't really care anymore. Good/bad? Probably things will fix themselves, if not we'll just let them rot &amp;amp; as time goes by, it'll mean nothing to us anymore. ( : Whatever, let nature take its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go E.Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna let anything put me down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong things, wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will throw all these away, now. Back to my happy period! C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7732497247993731868?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7732497247993731868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7732497247993731868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7732497247993731868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7732497247993731868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/deleted-all-my-posts-things-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-9181976202919330294</id><published>2007-09-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:55:56.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THONGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there ( : The talk that night really made me happy ( : But unfortunately, many things have to happen altogether now to make all my thoughts change back to -ve. The eCard was really sweet ( : I'll cheer up soon, I promise. Js for your exams which start tomorrow okay! LUVVVVV. Thanks for all the smses too. LUV AGAIN. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-9181976202919330294?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9181976202919330294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=9181976202919330294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9181976202919330294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9181976202919330294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/thongs-thanks-for-being-there-talk-that.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2937695513388280732</id><published>2007-09-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:20:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Johnny Depp talk yesterday was nice. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up on a happy note! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm listening to 情非得以 before I go out to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today will be a happier day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you didn't do it in that way, I probably wouldn't have ignored you. But that was just, extremely irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2937695513388280732?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2937695513388280732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2937695513388280732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2937695513388280732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2937695513388280732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/johnny-depp-talk-yesterday-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1882633198970193317</id><published>2007-09-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:11:09.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fray - Over My Head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let's rearrange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But that's disregard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Find another friend and you discard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the throw around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1882633198970193317?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1882633198970193317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1882633198970193317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1882633198970193317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1882633198970193317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/fray-over-my-head-i-never-knew-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2191751234990625822</id><published>2007-09-28T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:03:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;日本語の試験が終わったら、とてもうれしいです！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも、数学の試験は月曜日にあります。私は自信がありません。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも、がんばるしようと思いますね！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Zhioink was really sweet &amp;amp; motivating during Chinese Paper I today, love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing soccer &amp;amp; volleyball with 3Faith people made me a lot happier &amp;amp; motivated, plus the fact that its the weekends! My long awaited weekends! Hail hail weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still red from playing soccer &amp;amp; volleyball, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes MAYBE: "I catch no ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, I promise everyone I'll be there, but I'm there for none.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I suck quite a lot for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things between _ &amp;amp; _ will get better though, please don't let this affect both of your EOYS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2191751234990625822?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2191751234990625822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2191751234990625822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2191751234990625822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2191751234990625822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-really-sweet-motivating-during_28.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2359452952506212404</id><published>2007-09-27T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:13:21.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I must be going mad from exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colourgenic test said some like 'untold stress caused by continuous frustration' which is so totally true omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think seriously, exams are bugging me a lot at at this point of time, can't freaking wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to read through my SS notes just now, but unfortunately I was too tired so I went to sleep. And I woke up at 1am and I thought it was 6am. I should stop worrying so much for my exams, right? But nevermind, now that I'm reading through &amp;amp; chanting to myself, I feel much more confident already ( : Then after tests today, I'll have to study for my Japanese test, then E.Math. Can't wait for E.Math to be over actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are making me feel stupid, exams are making me lose confidence in myself ) : And I don't think it's just me, I think it's everybody. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, exams are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without exams I guess we wouldn't put in so much effort to study also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Just now I was making milo &amp;amp; then I was thinking of how the convection current was being formed in the boiler and then after that when I was stirring, I was thinking of conduction that was occuring, heat transfer from the spoon to my hand ( : Hahahahaha, I think I like sciences more than math now ) :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2359452952506212404?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2359452952506212404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2359452952506212404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2359452952506212404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2359452952506212404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-i-must-be-going-mad-from-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7597959564487374239</id><published>2007-09-24T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:48:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muaharhar left Fascism notes to do! :D 14 pages left only veli happy ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm seriously sick of how Stalin/Hitler tried to make everybody obsessed with themselves, feel like slapping their face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7597959564487374239?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7597959564487374239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7597959564487374239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7597959564487374239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7597959564487374239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/muaharhar-left-fascism-notes-to-do-d-14.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-84451122505299613</id><published>2007-09-23T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:56:05.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got distinction for my piano exams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S/T Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;) : Sorry for not cheering you up yesterday. Plus I still add oil onto fire ) : Don't think about it already okay, I think I should stop _ing also lah (no matter with hate/without hate) Okay? ( : It's quite bad actually, like I thought about what you said. When the person finds out, he/she will really feel damn shit. You actually made sense. ( : So, I will try my best to stop! And you're not a bitch/idiot/whatever. You're probably the person who _s the least among everyone I know, like really, minimal. So, don't think too much about it and use your brain space to study for your EOYs. Okay okay? Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-84451122505299613?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/84451122505299613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=84451122505299613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/84451122505299613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/84451122505299613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-distinction-for-my-piano-exams-d.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4523476508585476981</id><published>2007-09-23T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:36:39.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking of crabbing made me happier ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4523476508585476981?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4523476508585476981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4523476508585476981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4523476508585476981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4523476508585476981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/thinking-of-crabbing-made-me-happier.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3649557637885753859</id><published>2007-09-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:21:28.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should have just went to sleep instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So many lies swarming around you, you're suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The empty shape in you steals your breath, you're suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3649557637885753859?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3649557637885753859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3649557637885753859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3649557637885753859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3649557637885753859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/should-have-just-went-to-sleep-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4017181951554312191</id><published>2007-09-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:36:12.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaye, just helped my dad change the kitchen light bulb ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't very much in the mood to study today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna do my history notes now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause suddenly feel like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;心血来潮！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4017181951554312191?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4017181951554312191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4017181951554312191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4017181951554312191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4017181951554312191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/yaye-just-helped-my-dad-change-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1686606825406719297</id><published>2007-09-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:35:28.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kind of like &amp;amp; hate my personal recount ) : How? I think writing essays have become difficult for me. I mean, I used to write like, just like that. Without thinking, without much planning, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I chose Flight. (most people chose it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha but I decided to write tragedy :D (Happy face a little contradictory here hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story's really sad &amp;amp; everything but I think the way I express it sucks, like totally. I feel stupid again ) : But I think the whole story kinda made sense. ( : But it didn't also, somehow. You know, it's just, a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if you wanna know the story ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was explaining my essay to jessling mummy today. And I found a very good point to write &amp;amp; I just blabbered it out, but it kinda made me think also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Many people dream of flying, but they forget, they have to leave everything behind."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ultimately tragic ) : And I think it sucks how I get the whole freaking story in my mind but can't express it well = very low marks. ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very essayish mood today ( : I still can't believe I told Audrey I wanted to join commonwealth thingy. Hahaha, last 2 years, I just like 'what the hell is that' and just like totally none of my business. But I was really enthusiastic about it just now ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1686606825406719297?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1686606825406719297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1686606825406719297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1686606825406719297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1686606825406719297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-kind-of-like-hate-my-personal-recount.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8975667192651276707</id><published>2007-09-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:01:17.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to delete all my emo posts yesterday ( : Not worth it, why should I let it spoil my life. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people who mind don't matter &amp;amp; the people who matter don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case closed: I thought you mattered, now I know you don't ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8975667192651276707?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8975667192651276707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8975667192651276707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8975667192651276707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8975667192651276707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/decided-to-delete-all-my-emo-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5165190294881524158</id><published>2007-09-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:21:30.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omggggggg I forgot to tell everyone about my dream that night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the nicest nicest dream ever I tell you. On my emo emo night, I dreamt that I had a boyf to lean on ( : ( : ( : Hahahahaha sad to say, the boyf in my dreams made me sugarrush many many :D :D Unfortunately, I think I will never find such a guy in real life (especially Singapore). Gah. Nevermind, I hope I dream of boyf again :D :D :D He was really really really sweet you know ( : ( : ( : If any guy does what my boyf in my dreams did, I will so totally fall in love with him on the spot. Hahahahahaha, boyf will come into my dreams again soon :D Loveeeeee, no potential sugarrush at the moment ) : Nevermind, I'll be contented with the boyf in my dreams. Nobody can see him, only I can :D So nobody can give comments/whatsoever :D Yaye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5165190294881524158?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5165190294881524158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5165190294881524158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5165190294881524158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5165190294881524158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/omggggggg-i-forgot-to-tell-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3736339248659428099</id><published>2007-09-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:15:47.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 15th Bestfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo emo anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who were there though ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend, thongs &amp;amp; jessling mummy for being so sweeeeeet to send me the ecard :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend's birthday celebration was nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so screwed up in my schedule ahhhhhhh, as in the studying thing was fine, but I didn't go for piano! Omg, I always feel very very neh when I don't go for piano. I was sleeping &amp;amp; I couldn't bring myself to gooooooo, I was super duper tired. I slept at 2pm and I woke up at 7.30pm ( : And I just finished doing my SS Chapter 2 :D Didn't go my grandma house ) : Aiyaaaaaa omg, nevermind lah,, make up for it next week, there's nothing I can do now! But still, I don't regret going out lah, it was really really fun ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Safari was the love ( : Even though crap happened to Brother2 at the end ) : Ate at Lau Pa Sat then went to my house &amp;amp; many funny things happened :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall are loved :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday :D See, that's why I ignored you when you said, "Omggggg scrapbook, so nice. I want scrapbook also. Can we do a scrapbook?" Hahahahaha love you 15 year old ( : Get your IC soon (still have to wait 1 month hahahahaha I laugh at you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantalr! Churvy! Brother2! Brother3! Crazy Person! Thongs! Pingz! (&amp;amp;Caroline too! &amp;amp;Mer, Zhen na &amp;amp; Hsin Yi (although I didn't exactly talk to them but still))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty fun too ( : Except when I'm super tired &amp;amp; don't talk sometimes, but at least I still remember it as fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T Partner: We haven't talked for years. Haha stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gonna continue studying my SS, while bestfriend is enjoying herself at her bbq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a happy day everyone! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3736339248659428099?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3736339248659428099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3736339248659428099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3736339248659428099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3736339248659428099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-15th-bestfriend-d-im-not-emo-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7298798693872866069</id><published>2007-09-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:48:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for slipping into that mode suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy in school today, I think I should have went for 3rd lang instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any of your faults, and I'm sorry for whatever irritating things I said, I really didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt damn ) : because I don't like how everything is happening. I don't like how _ just totally ignored me. And I just didn't get the whole gist of this whole shit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been talking much to _ these few days. _'s presence is quite important to me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ made feel stupid and insignificant and insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spents 3 hours making _ for _ but I was actually sad when I did it. I mean, I'm usually happy when I do things for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to make _ happier didn't help, and _'s helped instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ triggered everything off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate _s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can just stay in my room and mug alone until exams come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you misunderstood me, but I didn't bother to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like crying suddenly, I don't even know for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what do I have to cry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I should really never get a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll just go mad from my extreme emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll probably find him insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fucking insignificant, I think I'm being stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7298798693872866069?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7298798693872866069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7298798693872866069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7298798693872866069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7298798693872866069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry-for-slipping-into-that-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-9205075870409255132</id><published>2007-09-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:06:44.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you find someone irritating/don't feel like talking to the person, think of the nice things they did to you that you found most significant, then all your negative feelings will go away ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone has a negative opinion about you and you know you are not what that person thinks, don't bother to argue or quarrel. Prove it through your actions, slowly they'll get to know who you really are. They'll probably even regret saying all those stuff about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are nice when you get to know them better, but unfortunately you can't get close to everybody. So cherish the people God chose to let you get close to ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone should stop be such a painful, torturous &amp; agonizing journey. At least it should be 80% happiness &amp;amp; excitement in it what. Human beings should stop reading so much into love, and just let their hearts guide them. Thinking too much with the head is causing much hurt to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many random thoughts ( : despite being calm but occasionally grumpy &amp; stompy (I realize I stomped a lot of times today, I think the ground is gonna crack, like the whole Singapore's ground) today. However, I have been feeling very stupid recently &amp;amp; my term 4 ppr is so gonna make me cry because my parents will confirm say something about it. I just hope it isn't that bad. Kind of motivating because I will want to study harder for my EOYs to make up for the lousy term ppr but unfortunately, it is majority disappointment &amp; losing confidence in myself, which is slowly making me lose my motivation to study for EOYs, which is gonna make everything worse I know, but I can't stop feeling this way! See, thinking too much with the head is causing much hurt to the heart again. ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;, the present will be past soon. And I'm sure you want your future to be happier right? Start now! Even if you have to fake the happiness, it'll become real soon. Do things that'll make yourself happy ( : And throw away all the stupid thoughts that make you really frustrated &amp;amp; whatsoever. It's time to come back to the simple world where there's no need to think too much into everything, and where you don't have to find the link between everything. Just accept that it's happening because it's happening ( : There'll always be a side that's bright in your life, choose to go to that side instead ( : Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-9205075870409255132?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9205075870409255132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=9205075870409255132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9205075870409255132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9205075870409255132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-you-find-someone-irritatingdont.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7389905158167468256</id><published>2007-09-10T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:17:11.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more E-learning? No more E-learning? : O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bathe, do National Heritage, finish my SS chapter 6 &amp;amp; print everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I shall study A.Maths if I'm still in the mood. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently feeling quite neutral about going to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7389905158167468256?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7389905158167468256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7389905158167468256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7389905158167468256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7389905158167468256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-more-e-learning-no-more-e-learning-o.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5016018698031697204</id><published>2007-09-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:51:24.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yum yum, I just finished the thingy thingy I wanted to do for bestfriend :D Very filling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, I'll give it to bestfriend tomorrow! :D I hope it does make her happier ( : I was supposed to give it to her yesterday, but nevermind lah huh ( : It's the thought that counts! :D I was so full after doing it I took many many photos of it ( : But I'll upload tomorrow, after I give it to her ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should pack my room &amp; start doing my Japanese E-learning &amp;amp; National Heritage. That'll make me a happier fatty ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5016018698031697204?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5016018698031697204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5016018698031697204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5016018698031697204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5016018698031697204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/yum-yum-i-just-finished-thingy-thingy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7170367189430134789</id><published>2007-09-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:28:48.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BANG BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a super frustrating at some points of time but productive day ( : Borrowed my daddee's laptop &amp; finished my 5 lit essays @ coffeebean. Decided not eat long john for 1 week to rebel for their small breakfast menu which spoilt my day today. Ate pastamania with bestfriend &amp;amp; jedi &amp; it was gee ga boom a lot, so we were so full we could burst. And I had to walk right up to the 4th floor to find out there was no piano today. Kinda happy, but I was so irritated that I had to walk up &amp;amp; down with my stupid stomach that weighed about 10 kg++. Could totally puke. Went to bestfriend's house, she cancelled her 3 hour tuition because she drank milk. Hahahaha. My bro made me happy because he lent me his PSP that my uncle gave him even though when I reached the car, he was playing halfway. ( : Grandma house was fine ( : I totally slept on the floor &amp; like, omg super unglam, but nevermind lah huh ( : I listened to Hysteria then The Potential Break-Up Song in the car &amp;amp; when I decided to switch to 98.7, some girl from KCP 1Grace decided to request for Potential Break-Up Song again. So I had to listen to it twice because I was lazy to switch back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School blues kinda disappeared but I think they'll come back really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't mind sitting in exam positions. Kinda bored of how the class looks like now. Looking forward to after exams. Freaking don't want Japanese oral. I hate exams seriously. Have been mugging shit out of myself just for exams, which makes me hate it even more. Because I'll be totally upset if I get shit marks ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Zhioink, I'm so not gonna wait for sugarrush outside j8 toilet anymore. I was walking towards the toilet that day before going to find bestfriend, jedi, chantal &amp;amp; mer @ coffeebean, and I told myself, "Okay, I'll find a sugarrush among the people I see outside the toilet." I'm sure that day was my lucky day, I saw _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend currently missing stilts a lot &amp; I kinda understand how she feels. I took really long times to forgot some stuffs also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm feeling quite !@#@!#%!@$# because I wanna join some dance competition now. Haven't been dancing for so freaking long. But now I'm too fat, I need to lose some freaking fats. Who in the world wants to see a fatty shaking her fats ) : Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAH. When did life start to feel so freaking empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school, I don't wanna go to 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit @ coffeebean &amp; study with bestfriend, jedi, chantal &amp;amp; mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with Brave Souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want exams ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want 3rd lang ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want JLPT ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for O lvls to be over. ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Damn it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7170367189430134789?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7170367189430134789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7170367189430134789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7170367189430134789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7170367189430134789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/bang-bang.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3761427204475422956</id><published>2007-09-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:37:58.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Be-A-Nice-Person Mission hasn't been giving me much warnings/alarms these days )  : Is that bad? Okay maybe not, just I haven't been seeing much of a need to cautiously be a nice person ( : Which is quite good actually. Sometimes, still can't stand not venting out all my irritation &amp; angst. But that's good what, bottle too much inside, next time I burst. GEE GA BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thongz &amp;amp; Pingz went to eat hotcakes with me on Friday ( : Luv. Went to thongz house to rest + study. Quite productive :D Thongz's sister's room inspires me to study physics :D Hahahah went to meet bestfriend jedi chantal &amp; mer after that. ( : Friday was quite a productive day I realise ( : Then BBQ pit &amp;amp; RK. Talked quite a lot at RK, nice &amp; pretty enlightening ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP this morning was quite boring at first, but I was quite excited upon hearing 'United Square'! Hahahaha but no, today's United Square wasn't that peaceful. But that was good for today, cause our tins was heavy :D And the uncle's so freaking nice. I think he's a very happy person. Because he's so sweet &amp;amp; generous &amp; loving. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to j8 after that &amp;amp; stupid karun left like the minute we reacehd bishan. Good job karun. Anyway, so walked around with Edwin &amp; he was sweet enough to wait a long long long long long long time for them to appear! :D Sweet sweet :D Got quite frustrated, but was fine after that. Sorry for being so grumpy. The kites were nice, stilts were nice &amp;amp; bestfriend looked kewl! 8 0 Then was taka to watch lion dance (pretty cool) &amp; then to cine to eat eat yum yum. Currrrrrry Parrrrrty, join us now! :D Today was much fun with bestfriend, jedi, mer, chantal, qi, mama, brian + thongz, crazy person &amp;amp; alphonsus after that ( : Luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Currrry Parrrrrrty House Rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everrrrrrrrrything add curry, 30cents more.&lt;br /&gt;2. "I will not repeat myself."&lt;br /&gt;3. Our favourite food is... GRRRRRRAPES.&lt;br /&gt;4. We must photosynthesize in the morning 0-0&lt;br /&gt;5. We cannot hear the joke, but nevermind, we still must laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much a rollercoaster today. Up down up down. Happy sad happy sad. High sian high sian. But thinking of school, makes me sick. All the work + all the people. No, I'm not ready to snap out of holiday mood ) : Why not we just form a school ourselves. ) : Maybe systems should change! Time for new suggestions hur hur hur. I want my freedom ) : I don't want school ) : I don't like the people ) : I am feeling extreme pre-school blues ) : I hate school ) : Then maybe I'll start loving it all over again when I go back. But I doubt it will come back that fast this time. Freaking. ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAH, slap me, I don't know what I want &amp;amp; thus, I am irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3761427204475422956?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3761427204475422956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3761427204475422956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3761427204475422956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3761427204475422956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-be-nice-person-mission-hasnt-been.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-647388016344679734</id><published>2007-09-07T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:56:42.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, I'd rather you didn't tell me. I wouldn't feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking, maybe eating hotcakes &amp; studying myself will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be A Nice Person Mission isn't making me happier now, not like how it usually does, like get everything back on the positive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure you're not straightforward enough to break all ties with _, I feel like I'm an idiot being spun around by the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAH, so much for trusting you totally at _ that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still hoping S/T Partner is fine. ) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-647388016344679734?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/647388016344679734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=647388016344679734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/647388016344679734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/647388016344679734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/actually-id-rather-you-didnt-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5736789756913007459</id><published>2007-09-07T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:52:02.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PK &amp; Homefront over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being extremely weird now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly wanna go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss tablepartner.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna eat my hotcakes &amp;amp; study the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Not having company is not gonna stop me.&lt;br /&gt;I regret talking to you. ) :&lt;br /&gt;You brought 5% down to 0.&lt;br /&gt;Good job, you made me feel really lousy.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a very small gesture.&lt;br /&gt;Small matter, but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I conclude: You still don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;After so much.&lt;br /&gt;What a great friend, no chances.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T Partner&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, I doubt you'll read this now. But I hope you're fine really. I'm really still here if you ever need me. But I guess you won't at this point of time, so just don't worry too much okay. Everything really will be fine. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5736789756913007459?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5736789756913007459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5736789756913007459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5736789756913007459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5736789756913007459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/pk-homefront-over.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7598402432028773936</id><published>2007-09-05T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:58:45.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes I remember what I wanted to blog about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my freaking gosh, I got a freaking 13 for my term 3 L1R5 &amp; my mum thinks my results are lousy. Like ??!??!? Even I am contented with it lah wth. Then she come &amp;amp; tell me, "Your brother got 8 you know." O M G that was L1R4 in case she didn't know &amp; his L1R5 was 11. And you can't even compare O lvls to school termly results lah, it's just wrong &amp;amp; stupid. So much for working hard &amp; trying to show them how much I've been working. Whatever lah huh, afterall I've proved it to myself &amp;amp; it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And macs opens at 7 ) : Can you believe I went to research. I can't, but I did ) : But I want my hotcakesssssssssssssssssss ) : Everytime during school holidays, I always have hotcakes cravings :D But I never get to fulfil them. ) : I swear this holidays I'm going to make it happen. If I can't do that tomorrow or Thursday, Friday will be the day :D I'm still going there at 6. In any hope of macs being open earlier than what I found out from my research. Hahahahahaha, that is if I'm in the mood tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently still on my Be A Nice Person Mission, but I've been slipping off my mission a little more than usual these 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't ask me why I'm still thinking about it. But when my mum went, "What do you think about your results?" in a irritatingly serious tone, I was totally !@#&amp;^!@#*$%!&amp;amp;@#$ !@$. You know. Like !@#@##@!$&amp;!@%# whatever! Tsk, but I decided not to get into another senseless argument which would ultimately lead to her mentioning rape again, so I decided to go back to my room. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, I feel like my parents haven't been understanding me much these few days. Haven't actually spent any time with them, but whatever, I don't really feel like caring now. They still think I'm a stupid bimbo who likes to flirt &amp;amp; go out with guys anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7598402432028773936?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7598402432028773936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7598402432028773936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7598402432028773936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7598402432028773936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yes-i-remember-what-i-wanted-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-280516672780713111</id><published>2007-09-05T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:26:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun ( : Although I was floating around without any plans &amp; with a flu &amp;amp; sore eyes ) : But sleeping until 3pm did help ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went united square to study with pingz, thongs &amp; crazy person :D RWJ study session :D Cool cool ( : It was really fun! :D And fairly productive ( : Now I only have 3 chapters of physics notes to finish! And we went to shop around the kiddy shops in united square! :D And so I bought my really cute but $3.50 sharpener, but it still made me happy ( : And the chewing gum book, omg yumyum :D I have good plans for it yaye :D It made me really happy. ( : And eating leftover nice chilli too ( : Hahahaha today was just really nice &amp;amp; peaceful ( : Made me really contented :D Starbucks was really a good &amp; peaceful getaway as well ( : Yaye, I love bandmates! :D Ai si ni men. I love Novena too ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray was nice with bestfriend, jedi, chantal &amp;amp; the rest of Brave Souls :D Had lots of fun. ( : But Brave Souls were pretty stone. ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly looking forward to tomorrow &amp; Thursday. Police Knowledge &amp;amp; Homefront ) : Kill me, 9 hours for 2 days. O M G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to eat hotcakes myself before taking mrt to choa chu kang though! Quite exciting. Hahaha but what time does macs actually open? Whatever lah huh. Maybe I should wake up at 5.30 and then reach macs at like 6? Then I bring my homework too ( : So just in case macs isn't open, I can sit somewhere &amp; do my freaking revision/homework like a loner. And that'll probably be the only exciting plan I have for tomorrow. But nevermind, I'll still get 2 badges after the courses. 2 badges, 18 hours. Not exactly worth it, but whatever! Stop complaining you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a really fun &amp;amp; exciting day.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really contenting &amp; happy &amp;amp; peaceful day.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how tomorrow &amp;amp; tomorrow tomorrow will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar rusher doesn't seem to be finding his way to me yet. ) :&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, why you take so long. ) :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-280516672780713111?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/280516672780713111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=280516672780713111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/280516672780713111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/280516672780713111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-fun-although-i-was-floating.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-134190601881602973</id><published>2007-09-02T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:19:34.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAxN5tadI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FRnxtQ_pqGk/s1600-h/P9020077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAxN5tadI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FRnxtQ_pqGk/s320/P9020077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323604379003346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunshine after rain! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAi95tacI/AAAAAAAAANw/AE_UVci4E-A/s1600-h/P9020076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAi95tacI/AAAAAAAAANw/AE_UVci4E-A/s320/P9020076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323359565867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Secret ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAZN5tabI/AAAAAAAAANo/14npC94nsYU/s1600-h/P8310072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAZN5tabI/AAAAAAAAANo/14npC94nsYU/s320/P8310072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323192062142898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehex, we KE AIzxszs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm_v95taaI/AAAAAAAAANg/OgYsfZPwSOo/s1600-h/P8310062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm_v95taaI/AAAAAAAAANg/OgYsfZPwSOo/s320/P8310062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105322483392539042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Criminal #17562&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm_HN5taZI/AAAAAAAAANY/R2zkMyv8qAs/s1600-h/P8310061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm_HN5taZI/AAAAAAAAANY/R2zkMyv8qAs/s320/P8310061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105321783312869778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We very glamz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm-e95taYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/g7sx0gI9il0/s1600-h/P8310060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm-e95taYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/g7sx0gI9il0/s320/P8310060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105321091823135106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn cunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm9295taXI/AAAAAAAAANI/RaM0ydv9tVg/s1600-h/P8310054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm9295taXI/AAAAAAAAANI/RaM0ydv9tVg/s320/P8310054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105320404628367730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was like, "Do this!" and I got ignored ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm9P95taWI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZKBIxn7J3XE/s1600-h/P8310050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm9P95taWI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZKBIxn7J3XE/s320/P8310050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105319734613469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Eeeee, whose hand there. Hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm8ud5taVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/O_X7E901w1U/s1600-h/P8310048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm8ud5taVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/O_X7E901w1U/s320/P8310048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105319159087851858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot what song he was singing, but the dance was really funny! Hahahaha (Lazy to rotate, please tilt your heads to see a retard dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm8Bd5taUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/raxDsTQpaCA/s1600-h/P8310045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm8Bd5taUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/raxDsTQpaCA/s320/P8310045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105318385993738562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Just thought we should start noticing the recycling bins around us ( : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm7M95taTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u19YeM3UsFQ/s1600-h/P8310043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm7M95taTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u19YeM3UsFQ/s320/P8310043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317484050606386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We cool, waiteng coolest :D Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm6r95taSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VbIo8_lO0Pk/s1600-h/P8310042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm6r95taSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VbIo8_lO0Pk/s320/P8310042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316917114923298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me is cool yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm53d5taRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FjXu6YOeYTI/s1600-h/P8310040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm53d5taRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FjXu6YOeYTI/s320/P8310040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316015171791122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bestfriend ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm5VN5taQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QLdKQPUkADQ/s1600-h/P8310038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm5VN5taQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QLdKQPUkADQ/s320/P8310038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105315426761271554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remorse state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm4id5taPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FutOf2IeHws/s1600-h/P8290021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm4id5taPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FutOf2IeHws/s320/P8290021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105314554882910450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yaye the 4 things I made :D (The one for sugarrush still available! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm3dN5taOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/50hw2BnDBd0/s1600-h/P8110008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rtm3dN5taOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/50hw2BnDBd0/s320/P8110008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105313365176969442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This feels so long ago omg. I remember, pingz said, "The star is my only friend. ) :"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really the ultimate love ( : Studying was fun ( : Then no movie to watch ) : All sold out, but that was kinda good! :D I think it was fated! :D Ate long john then went to the secret. ( : Talked to pingz on the way there &amp; it was enlightening ( : At least we know what each other felt at those times! So we all ended up talking together &amp;amp; everything. And like, it was really nice ( : And enlightening &amp; really like talk about everything &amp;amp; quite emo, but like ( : Feel so happy after that. And why shunz &amp; crazy person get to see shooting star ) : We neverrrrrrrrrr ) : But nevermind, still happy happy :D Camwhoring after that was fun too :D Today was just the ultimate love, words = cannot describe. And after much turbulence, Brave Souls are finally back together :D Still very special I would say. ( : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Big yellow sunshine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dark heavy rain&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love yall for today &amp; everyday before today &amp;amp; for everything to come &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-134190601881602973?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/134190601881602973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=134190601881602973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/134190601881602973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/134190601881602973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunshine-after-rain-d-suicide-valley.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtnAxN5tadI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FRnxtQ_pqGk/s72-c/P9020077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8910822589629861101</id><published>2007-09-01T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:22:52.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start being happy for that 1 person who understands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than the 1000 who never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up hoping, so I won't get disappointed. (Only for this matter, I'll still keep hoping for everything else in my life ( : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing natural light does help make you happier :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8910822589629861101?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8910822589629861101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8910822589629861101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8910822589629861101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8910822589629861101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-realise-i-should-start-being-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3917279787793537318</id><published>2007-09-01T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:16:18.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Deleted before I regret again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3917279787793537318?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3917279787793537318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3917279787793537318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3917279787793537318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3917279787793537318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/deleted-before-i-regret-again.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6056273564564283970</id><published>2007-09-01T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:48:59.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for listening thongs. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6056273564564283970?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6056273564564283970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6056273564564283970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6056273564564283970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6056273564564283970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-for-listening-thongs.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4992404169772251490</id><published>2007-08-31T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:05:47.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy that chinese O lvl prelims are over! :D (Even though it sucked quite a lot) Didn't feel like any important test/exam/whatsoever. Cause like no permanent invigilator, just the chinese teachers walk around randomly. But it was quite hard lah, like not straight to the point kind, but whatever! It's over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mission Be A Nice Person&lt;/span&gt; is going along quite well! :D I mean, I haven't done anything bitch bitch these few days. Minimum at least :D Yaye, &amp;I constantly remind myself! :D And S/T Partner constantly reminded me also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about her, she was totally hilarious yesterday, she fell off the bench in LJS! Hahahaha bestfriend &amp;amp; me just stood there and laughed at her for damn long. Hahahaha and she just continued sitting on the floor. And when she stood up, she was like "I think nobody saw right? Yah, I think nobody saw." Hahahaha actually the auntie sitting near to us was laughing at her, I think everyone else who saw was laughing too. Hahahaha damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's a really weird day! Like I wake up in the morning, and then no school cause of power failure? Like huh?? And I was all ready to go to school + my dad was prepared to fetch me to school. Hahaha I wanted to study, but, I went back to sleep after smsing bestfriend for a while. Hahaha. Went back to kcp ( : Happy happy ( : But after we left, everything was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend &amp; I cut hair, not much of a difference. Hahaha now I know how bestfriend looks with curls at the end ( : Damn sexy. The image will forever be etched in my mind. ( : Subway with chouyun, mer &amp;amp; bestfriend was nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primary school,&lt;br /&gt;still the ultimate love &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4992404169772251490?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4992404169772251490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4992404169772251490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4992404169772251490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4992404169772251490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-that-chinese-o-lvl-prelims-are.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-9216313095844271338</id><published>2007-08-30T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:29:44.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight, world ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am feeling very happy &amp; contented now ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-9216313095844271338?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9216313095844271338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=9216313095844271338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9216313095844271338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9216313095844271338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodnight-world-i-am-feeling-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7079961977836998022</id><published>2007-08-30T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:12:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahah I was just listening to 4 in the morning and I realise how appropriate it was :D I just finished all my Act Four questions for MSND! :D And I finished my trial examinations too! :D (Except for summary for 2,3 &amp; 4) Hahaha I hate summary &gt;: \ And I don't know why I'm still so hyper now! Omg! I think there's seriously something wrong with me today. I've been super duper hungry for the whole day &amp;amp; I didn't sleep in the afternoon or in class or whatsoever, but I'm still so high &amp; not tired now! :D And I feel really happy &amp;amp; accomplished :D And 98.7 really got me through the night ( : I mean, I would have felt so lonely without it! &amp;Muttons to Midnight are so retarded omg. I got so irritated with the "It's time for... YOU COMPLAIN!" Omg, I heard that like 1000 times tonight lah. Hahaha but nevermind, they're still cute. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourite songs now:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Death Cab For Cutie - Crooked Teeth (No link with log)&lt;br /&gt;2. Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;3. Meredith Brooks - Crazy&lt;br /&gt;4. Hinder - Lips of An Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to make something else out of the other ungiven POP presents, cause like, so damn meaningless now you know. So I decided to make something meaningful out of it instead! :D But I only painted 4 yesterday. 1 for bestfriend, 1 for syl, 1 for zhioink (but stupid girl didn't come to school today &gt;: \ I wanted to put the paper that you wrote me for last time when I was sick on your table you know. Hahaha but it was so retarded, so I decided to leave it in my file instead :D Yaye, see you soon! In like, 3 hours! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;'s one was random, no lyrics, but very artistic okay! (So I should still get into the ambulance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syl&lt;/span&gt;'s one was "You make me happy when skies are grey." And on the other side was, "You never know dear how much I love you, please don't take my Sylvia away." Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhioink&lt;/span&gt;'s one was "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我可以陪你去看星星&lt;/span&gt;." :D And the painting very nice okay! :D (But I don't need to get in again, cause I'm already in the ambulance :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo guess who the last one was for! Hahaha no one in particular yet, but still waiting for my sugar rusher to appear! I swear I'll give that to my sugar rusher :D Cause it says, "Cause I built you a home in my heart." And the painting is like the nicest :D Hehehehe ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway, don't worry MAYBE! I glued it back ( : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photos of all 4, I'll post soon! :D Not now, cause I only have 2 hours of sleep left! &gt;: \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sugar rusher, not appearing soon? ) : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7079961977836998022?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7079961977836998022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7079961977836998022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7079961977836998022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7079961977836998022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hahahah-i-was-just-listening-to-4-in.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2748594079102295230</id><published>2007-08-30T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:32:23.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just packed my books &amp; worksheets! :D Now I'm ready for the crazy studying schedule yaye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find time to pack my cupboards, but at least, the mess is not visible when the doors are closed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to sleep, gonna do my MSND Act Four :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too happy &amp;amp; motivated to sleep. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2748594079102295230?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2748594079102295230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2748594079102295230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2748594079102295230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2748594079102295230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-packed-my-books-worksheets-d-now.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6267524105117268097</id><published>2007-08-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:23:38.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first step towards being a nicer person. ( : A really really small step &amp; actually inside I still feel damn neh, but I'm sure I wouldn't feel this way after I successfully become a nicer person! Although I feel really neh now, I'm still proud of myself :D Good job! (To myself :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today. I felt quite smart during chem test :D I mean, first time I actually know what the hell I'm doing during a science test! :D 3 cheers for waiteng :D Did my trial exam! :D And finished 3 already! Last one going to finish soon! :D Oh no, haven't do Act Four. No worries, I'll do after I finish blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emcee-ing alone was lonely. ) : Stupid irritating peoplezxsxszxs, boo what boo huh huh huh. Nevermind, waiteng ish veli nicezxs. Generally was fine lah, I mean, better than I expected ( : Waiteng is still nice. (Need to constantly remind myself hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaaaaaa holidays = boring. Chem lesson on monday, study study study. Tuesday, study study study. Weds &amp;amp; Thurs, PK, ultimate boringzxszx (Always look on the bright side of life: Maybe it'll be fun :D We'll never know!) Friday, study study study. Saturday, Flag Day + watch bestfriend's stilts. Aiyaaaaaaaa I watch with who ) : Nobody wanna go with me lah huh ) : Me ish sho loneli ) : Hatezxs myself ) : Somemore at west coast ) : How to goxzzs ) : Aiyaaaaa anybody wanna date me ) : Nobody lah, I go kill myself ) : I KILL MYSELF (genie genie!) Sunday, pee a no. Monday, back to school again ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What holiday, what holiday. No holiday ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam also cannot slack relaxzxs. People no school, we got school. So kiasuzxszxs for whatzxszxs haiya, extra poot toot woot lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow chinese O lvl prelims : O Sounds like a big thing! But no exam feeling now lah, so ...  Hahaha must stay until 6 to do. So long, and boring ) : But okay lah, still quite fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And now for my biggest problem of my life: I have nobody to sugar rush about. ) : What kind of life is this huh. I told bestfriend, "Omg I have nobody to sugar rush, makes me feel like a man." Didn't quite make sense, just came out of my mouth. Hahaha. But actually not very true also what, man also got people to sugar rush about. Conclusion: I am an alien. Anybody wanna appear in my life &amp;amp; let me sugar rush : D :D : D Nobody lah ) : I go kill myself ) : I KILL MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waiteng is dead because she killed herself twice in this post. Byebye world, byebye imaginary sugar rusher ) : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6267524105117268097?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6267524105117268097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6267524105117268097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6267524105117268097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6267524105117268097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-step-towards-being-nicer.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5370269045122493914</id><published>2007-08-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:52:31.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtQ2oN5taNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6ph--dDjEww/s1600-h/%235.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtQ2oN5taNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6ph--dDjEww/s320/%235.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103764342271994066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scandal initiated a break up ) :&lt;br /&gt;But no, she's easily appeased :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:550%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S/T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahhhhh omg Jana just called me &amp; she can't make it tomorrow! ) : ) : ) : Anyway, take care emcee partner. (I doubt she will see this, but nevermind, she can feel it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:450%;" &gt;BESTFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you're fine ) : Sorry didn't pick up your calls &amp; everything. I hope you still know I'm still here for you. Thinking about ___ everyday isn't really a bad thing if you think about it! At least it still makes you happy what ( : Yesterday was my think-too-much day, today's your think-too-much day. I know how it feels, really sucks. But have a good night's sleep &amp;amp; be happy tomorrow okay! (And I'll still be here for you tomorrow. This applies everyday.) Love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5370269045122493914?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5370269045122493914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5370269045122493914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5370269045122493914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5370269045122493914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-scandal-initiated-break-up-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RtQ2oN5taNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6ph--dDjEww/s72-c/%235.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1364125681348632360</id><published>2007-08-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:55:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Crazy person&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for being there, really made it much better ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Fatgirl&lt;/span&gt; too, I'm sorry I didn't exactly confide in you or whatever, but still, thanks for being there ( : (Haven't been calling you this for a long long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray I'll survive in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear I'm leaving the minute the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comforting truth in my sea of pessimistic thoughts today. A part of you still remains, you're still yourself. Still who you used to be, I could feel it tonight &amp; it made me feel a lot better ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crazy person &amp; Fatgirl &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1364125681348632360?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1364125681348632360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1364125681348632360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1364125681348632360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1364125681348632360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy-person-thanks-for-being-there-you.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5043364856540458617</id><published>2007-08-26T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:04:56.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello love, you wanna come and save me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can be your hero baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5043364856540458617?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5043364856540458617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5043364856540458617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5043364856540458617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5043364856540458617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-love-you-wanna-come-and-save-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3219457195595249735</id><published>2007-08-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:51:25.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just talked to bestfriend, and yeah, realised a lot of things changed in my life. (By the way, she wasn't making much sense when she first called me, I think too much water got into her head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life really isn't what it used to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Weekends are no longer going out with the same few people&lt;br /&gt;2. Drifted quite far away from some of them&lt;br /&gt;3. Not so happening anymore (Not exactly a bad thing either)&lt;br /&gt;4. I think less &amp; less of what others think of me&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to be around people who are more simple&lt;br /&gt;6. I think people who have bitchy lives, have no life.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm trying to stop bitching, and I've been keeping my comments to myself around certain people.&lt;br /&gt;8. I feel like I'm living.&lt;br /&gt;9. I feel less extreme.&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't like how you are changing. I'd rather the simple &amp;amp; real you.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm happy I have people who truely care &amp; I can talk to around me.&lt;br /&gt;12. The circle of people whom I trust is currently at its minimum.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm trying hard to be a nicer person.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm trying to find back who I was last time.&lt;br /&gt;15. I realize I've been trusting many wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;16. I realized something: Friends, old ones are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;17. I think people who have high lives are not living (especially those with beautifully planned friendster profiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the superficial people out there, I think it's time you start finding the part of you that actually felt real, because I think you lost yourself somewhere along the way, and it's really pathetic to be living your life like that, because inside, you're still all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe you actually chose to change your simple &amp;amp; real life to this crafted and moulded and planned life now. So what if you look better now, it just makes you more and more superficial. You're losing yourself and it's easy to notice. All I can say is, bad choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3219457195595249735?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3219457195595249735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3219457195595249735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3219457195595249735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3219457195595249735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-talked-to-bestfriend-and-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6777092454152947694</id><published>2007-08-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:44:42.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SURIYATI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Love you, best maid ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I haven't been blogging since Tuesday I realised :O But I still can remember roughly what happened ( : So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, school was quite boring. Went to j8 with syl after that, and she totally embarrased herself, like as usual. ( : Studied with the embarrasing person, bestfriend &amp; the crazy person. Jedi came after that. Then qi came. And that day was fairly unproductive, or rather, very unproductive. I totally didn't study for my e.lit test the next day! All I did was 1 or 2 chapters of chem, and I chose the very very short ones. Hahaha, but we bought sensei's present though ( : Then bestfriend went home, and qi slipped into his remorse mode. But everything was happy happy after that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, school was fine. And I rushed to j8 after school to meet my dad! :D (So he could pay for my ntuc stuffs ( : ) Then I went home &amp; started baking the cookies for tansensei and like omg, I baked finished within 1 &amp;amp; a half hours okay :D (And that includes cleaning up) :D :D Not bad what right, so fast :D :D :D Hahahah I was proud of myself yaye :D After that my dad fetched me to 3rd lang, then blahblahblah. We practically just watched presentations the whole lesson, so J3G gave tansensei our present at the end! :D And I swear he was really happy haha. ( : After that went to meet bestfriend &amp; qi at j8. Walking with cherie, estella &amp;amp; kaiying to j8 was nice :D Studying for math was very very unproductive. all I did was write out the formulas &amp; colour them with pink &amp;amp; blue ( : + I drew a 'I ♥ MATHS!' on the paper too ( : Then kw's mum drived us home cause it was raining like @#^$@#$%^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, which was yesterday. School was ultimate !@#!#$%@#!%, I hated it yesterday, and I really hated how I got so !@#!@#@#$ing irritated with everyone. There were only a few things that made me happy, other than that, I was irritated most of the time. I think there are just days like that where I get irritated because I can't stand the people in school &gt;: ( But whatever, I rather blog about the things that made me happy ( : Mmmm, let me think. Playing mahjong on mini's phone during physics made me happy. ( : Talking to Zhioink made me happy. ( : The fact that I finished studying chem for my EOYs made me very very happy. ( : Going out with bestfriend, qi &amp; crazy person made me even happier :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Zhioink is really retarded. Firstly, she drew a post-it to 'Don't waste your time on me, you're already a voice inside my head' and she laughed at it for 10 minutes. Then yesterday, we were studying after school in class, and she was listening to her mp3 and studying physics. Then she just randomly said 'Eh, I listen to pressure and study pressure.' Retard, hahaha. But still, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6777092454152947694?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6777092454152947694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6777092454152947694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6777092454152947694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6777092454152947694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-suriyati-love-you-best.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3284624416122231369</id><published>2007-08-21T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:51:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was okay today, before recess was really really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;After recess was SS test, it was okay lah ( : (Other than the fact that I just explained nonsense for the 2nd question)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was, like that lor.&lt;br /&gt;After that, found out from syl that trial shoot was cancelled! I was ultimately exhilarated! OMG OMG cause I was so in the mood to self-study today, having trial shoot would have destroyed all my motivation! So stayed in school with syl till 7 to study ( :&lt;br /&gt;Long long time since I stayed in school until so late.&lt;br /&gt;I've been going home straight after school for many many days ( : Because I like :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I feel so accomplished today! :D Like 12 pages of chem notes, 3 chapters down! :D&lt;br /&gt;12 pages okay!&lt;br /&gt;And my handwriting is not exactly very big, so I'm contented :D (Although it's not 12 full pages, but at least 10 are full okay ( : ) Hehex.&lt;br /&gt;Going to study my SS now! :D&lt;br /&gt;And I shall look forward to tomorrow cause I'll be going to study with syl at j8 after school! (First time in my whole life I'm going out of school to study with her after school. Actually first time in my whole life, I'm actually going out with her after school!)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, and tomorrow is suriyati's birthday! (&gt;: ( I'll get her present by tomorrow somehow :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3284624416122231369?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3284624416122231369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3284624416122231369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3284624416122231369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3284624416122231369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-was-okay-today-before-recess-was.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4782531271957707018</id><published>2007-08-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:17:11.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing:&lt;/span&gt; McFly - No Worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so enlightened I don't know why ( : Like you know, I think concentrating on studies really do help in some way or another! :D Studying got my mind off the whole thing, then it didn't seem like it was such a big thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Brave Souls are still one big part of my life after all. Although sometimes, we just need to drift away and stuffs. So, don't worry, you guys are still special. I mean, I wouldn't be talking to other people about stuffs really deep into life or like talking to solving these kinda problems. I mean, if it were other people, I probably wouldn't care much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually this whole thing made me think quite a bit. And if we actually break apart because of this, it just comes to prove that our friendship is just this strong. And it being this strong is not really very strong, which means we would be proving that it was weak! So, haha, we should prove the world wrong. No, our friendship is not weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 10 years down the road, we'll just look back and think we did something stupid again. Like young &amp; ignorant pieces of shits, you know. And we're sec 3, so we should use some sense and stop acting so immaturely. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never expected myself to initiate the whole 'putting this behind us' thing, but I'm happy that I did! I mean, it feels so much better. For everyone. Including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my trust list just got a little bit skinnier after this, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can concentrate on my EOYs and study ( : Feels so much better, to know that nothing's wrong. Even though things are a little bit weird now, but everything will be back to normal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda miss how we were with Josh last time. (I wonder if he will ever read this). But yeah, No Worries brings back lots of memories. Like that time we were singing after Metamorphosis on the way to j8 and he used to play it on his phone whenever we studied together at my house downstairs. And how he taught me to play guitar &amp;amp; everything. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every breath I take, every move I make, every single day, every time I pray, I'll be missing you&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, I miss how we used to play &amp; sing that song together. I mean, it felt really sweet. Still feels sweet thinking back, even though it was so long ago. Whatever it is, so many things have happened &amp;amp; everything has changed. Just, if you read this, hope you're doing fine with your life &amp; I really cherish those times we had last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I feel, like I've grown up.&lt;br /&gt;After so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4782531271957707018?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4782531271957707018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4782531271957707018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4782531271957707018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4782531271957707018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-playing-mcfly-no-worries-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6434608164585731284</id><published>2007-08-19T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:06:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more angst ( : Time to be happy again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, went to watch Secrets with bestfriend, leo lew &amp; yingjie. Yeah, the movie was nice &amp;amp; ultimately tragic. And it made me feel like I wasn't in the real world for a while. Just a while (not like bestfriend who kept whining and whining about how she needed to cry) So after that we walked around to find somewhere to sit &amp; talk. Hahaha walked so long &amp;amp; yingjie and leo actually didn't know why they were going, I thought they had somewhere in mind all the while. So, me with my perfect direction sense brought everyone to sit somewhere yaye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we cabbed to Paragon. Yeah, not much happened. Me &amp; bestfriend left. Went to her house and talked until like 2am then my mum came to fetch me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another movie like Benchwarmers ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm just gonna concentrate on studying for my EOYs! :D&lt;br /&gt;And being happy yaye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6434608164585731284?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6434608164585731284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6434608164585731284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6434608164585731284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6434608164585731284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-more-angst-time-to-be-happy-again-d.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-9158901721236011231</id><published>2007-08-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:37:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you suck too, ______ ___.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-9158901721236011231?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9158901721236011231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=9158901721236011231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9158901721236011231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/9158901721236011231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5582376017629649900</id><published>2007-08-18T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:06:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's all my fault in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who made myself feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who started everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't blame anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I told BBF about ______ ___,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to do it,&lt;br /&gt;so I can't blame anyone for karma.&lt;br /&gt;Why not I just change school,&lt;br /&gt;why not I just don't go out with yall anymore,&lt;br /&gt;why not I just quit the band,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think this way.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish, but isn't it the fastest way to end everything?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the biggest loser in the game of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not we just stop trusting each other yeah?&lt;br /&gt;At least things like that won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;For all I may know,&lt;br /&gt;you already stopped trusting long ago.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know,&lt;br /&gt;you keep more things to yourself than I do.&lt;br /&gt;And it's scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5582376017629649900?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5582376017629649900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5582376017629649900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5582376017629649900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5582376017629649900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-its-all-my-fault-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5488415165266463392</id><published>2007-08-18T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:00:17.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking,&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I can find the right words&lt;br /&gt;to tell you how I feel about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to forget it happened,&lt;br /&gt;But the scene keeps coming up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to accept the apology,&lt;br /&gt;forgive &amp; forget,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deceive myself,&lt;br /&gt;because what you did was what you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;and what you did was the real you,&lt;br /&gt;and that you were thinking that way at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not so much what happened,&lt;br /&gt;but it just hurts to find out that this part of you actually exists.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know how I'm supposed to face you,&lt;br /&gt;because to me now,&lt;br /&gt;you feel like a stranger inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've always hated the bitching thing in school,&lt;br /&gt;and to me,&lt;br /&gt;Brave Souls were just something different,&lt;br /&gt;something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hate how you brought this whole thing about,&lt;br /&gt;and I hate how people talk to me about it in school,&lt;br /&gt;I hate how they make it sound like every other gossip material,&lt;br /&gt;and I hate how they treat it all like a joke,&lt;br /&gt;hate how they think I'm being stupid &amp;amp; overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no smoke without fire right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I really hate you for starting this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this post,&lt;br /&gt;well, it's really how I feel &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is a really big thing,&lt;br /&gt;but the way it made you seem is really bad,&lt;br /&gt;and the impression seems like it's gonna stay for good,&lt;br /&gt;or at least for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just something that could have just not happened at all,&lt;br /&gt;and I hate you for making me wonder if BSs are not actually&lt;br /&gt;that special after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7637130693631540250</id><published>2007-08-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:20:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a really sleepy day. I practically daydreamed &amp; floated around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend came to my house at 5am so I could teach her math. Then I braided her hair &amp;amp; we talked a bit &amp; her mum cooked fried rice ( : And then her dad drove her to school, my dad drove me to school. Just felt like a very sweet morning. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game of trust, you're off my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're a bitch no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;You have 1000 faces &amp;amp; they're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve what others say of you.&lt;br /&gt;You always take what I said in the past to blackmail me.&lt;br /&gt;You're not as sensitive as you think.&lt;br /&gt;You have a pointless life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who trusts you is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7637130693631540250?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7637130693631540250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7637130693631540250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7637130693631540250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7637130693631540250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-really-sleepy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2940349866252033658</id><published>2007-08-15T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:00:05.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised, I don't really care afterall. I mean, I have much more better things to do. And actually, how does it even concern me? So, whatever. ( : I have been enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons &amp; studying with bestfriend, qi &amp;amp; superboy made me happy happy :D And motivated to study! :D Simpsons finally. Like after how long we've been talking about it. Haha, but at least we still watched it in the end! Not like stuffs that we like plan plan plan &amp; never ever carry out. Simpsons were cute! Nice, but I still like Benchwarmers better ( : Haven't watched a movie better than Benchwarmers in my life (so far). So we ate at lido &amp;amp; then went back to coffeebean to study! I finished MSND Act Three Scene 2, like omg omg omg, how long have I been dreaming of this day! Hahaha so I was elated :D And I had to help 2 crazy people that were going bonkers just staring at their A.Math textbooks. So we walked home &amp; kw went mad again. "She constantly slips into her own world." ( : 7-11 was nice ( : Strawberry milk was nice ( : And I bought the one&amp;amp;only limited edition chill pill in 7-11 for qi. Ha, you can't get it anywhere else, it's the only one on the whole wide world :D And now qi has my phone with my face on it! :D Haha, yaye, even though it's like a weekday &amp; we have school tomorrow &amp;amp; all, it so felt like a weekend! :D LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU BONKERS PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, school. Haha today was okay. Just that I was constantly having very bad headaches. And so, I appeared to be a bit slow in everything. Note the use of word: APPEARED. ( : But at least I tried my best to concentrate in class today! The only lesson I can never ever sit still &amp; listen is chem. I mean, with johnny hoo's voice? He's nice, no doubt. But not his voice. ( : I'll self-study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah was kinda happy to go back to school, except for finding out things I didn't really need to know. And didn't really wanna know either. And I missed everyone. ( : Yes, and retarded zhiying wrote this note &amp;amp; put it between my books &amp; stuffs. Ha, you retarded girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your sms! But I forgot to reply I'm so so sorry, but just to let you know, you're the ultimate love! :D Like without you, I would have sent many hurtful smses today. And like you know! Haha YOU RASH WANTON! So, yaye love you for being there to be a really good advisor &amp;amp; tablepartner :D And teaching me how to do maths. (No, you didn't actually. You just sat there and 'faster lah!') Haha stupid girl. But whatever it is, I love you yaye! :D We can continue to talk tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll make my own conclusions from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Judge on a daily basis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today's judgement is gonna stay for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2940349866252033658?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2940349866252033658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2940349866252033658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2940349866252033658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2940349866252033658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-realised-i-dont-really-care-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8204252252215666638</id><published>2007-08-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:22:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been going to school for 2 days already. Monday was really bad, today was better and I wanted to go to school in the morning but decided not to after that (even though I was all ready to go) because my body was aching all over and I had a really bad headache. But anyway, I'm going back tomorrow! Kinda miss everybody back in school too. Time passes so much slower when you're at home. And I haven't been sick for quite a long time already! Plus EOYs are coming in no time, no more slacking! No more, no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFQdNe-hiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dKAt9Yu6iEk/s1600-h/DSC00375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFQdNe-hiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dKAt9Yu6iEk/s320/DSC00375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098444715926128162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3Faith got 1st for class deco yaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFQxte-hjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cWNB5HXH01k/s1600-h/e830c28d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFQxte-hjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cWNB5HXH01k/s320/e830c28d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098445068113446450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;We had our Incredible couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFR4Ne-hkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pjIGudR4JRU/s1600-h/P8080091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFR4Ne-hkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pjIGudR4JRU/s320/P8080091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098446279294223938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we sat at Dhoby Ghaut MRT, watched about 5 trains pass and tried very hard to persuade Zhioink to take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFUp9e-hnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iJTKqjRZR9E/s1600-h/e82c9632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFUp9e-hnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iJTKqjRZR9E/s320/e82c9632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098449333015971442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you see me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFVnde-htI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mz9Fe2JJHj8/s1600-h/e82c96cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFVnde-htI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mz9Fe2JJHj8/s320/e82c96cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098450389577926354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFVtte-huI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5emjVz-6zu8/s1600-h/e82c9976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFVtte-huI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5emjVz-6zu8/s320/e82c9976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098450496952108770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl took a photo of us (when I was taking a photo of zhioink &amp; lou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFXNNe-hvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RWLOoQynJXs/s1600-h/P8090095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFXNNe-hvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RWLOoQynJXs/s320/P8090095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098452137629615858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFZR9e-hxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WMq17pCftbM/s1600-h/P8090104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFZR9e-hxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WMq17pCftbM/s320/P8090104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098454418257250066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg, finally a nice photo with zhioink ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFZ5de-hyI/AAAAAAAAALA/0VDj8d-t2XE/s1600-h/P8090111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFZ5de-hyI/AAAAAAAAALA/0VDj8d-t2XE/s320/P8090111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098455096862082850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scallop &amp; Suriyati say, "Hoho, Stamford Raffles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFU6de-hoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cm1tDv0itDY/s1600-h/DSC00438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFU6de-hoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cm1tDv0itDY/s320/DSC00438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098449616483812994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D Stayover was ultimate love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What we did at stayover: Made me sound like an idiot ordering pizza, ate pizza and watched white chicks, sent rach off in her cab ride from punggol to harbourfont, walked around and talked a lot with tinygirl  ( : , went back &amp; everybody we were kidnapped or something (we actually walked for 1 hour! : O didn't feel like it) watched spongebob (I don't hate spongebob anymore! :D), talked about everything in school for a long long time, went to sleep (nobody dared to sleep anywhere near tinygirl hahahaha), woke up to jessling mummy's crazy morning calls that went "It's a beautiful day outside!", "Good morning!" and much more, went to eat breakfast at Punggol Hub (hah nice new name?), went back to pack up &amp;amp; left for Marina! Played with kites, bubbles &amp; felt so childhood. ( : Not forgetting the 2 cute little girls! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFVDNe-hpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZKc7mLTwL80/s1600-h/DSC00465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFVDNe-hpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZKc7mLTwL80/s320/DSC00465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098449766807668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave up the idea of having steamboat since no one actually turned up, same few people after all. So, we went to Citylink instead and sat at Gelare for hours. We wrote lyrics! And it was really nice ( : Even though all of us were like halfdead. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them at ntuc and we went to shunz's house after buying stuffs! Dinner was nice ( : And sparklers too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFdwte-h0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/gEMDlwWifPc/s1600-h/P8090141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFdwte-h0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/gEMDlwWifPc/s320/P8090141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098459344584738626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bestfriend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFeede-h1I/AAAAAAAAALY/d3REEsj0VOA/s1600-h/P8090144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFeede-h1I/AAAAAAAAALY/d3REEsj0VOA/s320/P8090144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098460130563753810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ignore the crazy one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFhN9e-h2I/AAAAAAAAALg/YzsvnlMwSRk/s1600-h/P8090149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFhN9e-h2I/AAAAAAAAALg/YzsvnlMwSRk/s320/P8090149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098463145630795618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFitNe-h4I/AAAAAAAAALw/i8Nzhnf2u34/s1600-h/P8090152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFitNe-h4I/AAAAAAAAALw/i8Nzhnf2u34/s320/P8090152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098464782013335426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No photos of 6a chalet! ) : But I learnt how to play mahjong! :D &amp;I bought my $2.90 slippers! HAHAHAHAHA and had a lot of fun! And felt so primary school and felt so much love! :D And just totally forgot about everything. They're so wonderful, words can't describe how special they are. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more holiday mood, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;time to study!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8204252252215666638?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8204252252215666638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8204252252215666638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8204252252215666638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8204252252215666638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/havent-been-going-to-school-for-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RsFQdNe-hiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dKAt9Yu6iEk/s72-c/DSC00375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-150546586927204773</id><published>2007-08-11T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:47:03.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaye I just rearranged all the photos in my com. And updated my friendster pics! And I shall post tonight! Cause not much time now. Anyway, photos of stayover&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/review.html?id=2088711733"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! Send me if any of you have photos of 3Faith or whatever. I might start making the photo album when I feel like it. If not I'll just keep it until we graduate or something, then I can make a super big photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so super duper irritated about all the birthdays. (I bet everyone does feel this way every now &amp;amp; then)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-150546586927204773?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/150546586927204773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=150546586927204773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/150546586927204773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/150546586927204773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/yaye-i-just-rearranged-all-photos-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5633070589727044897</id><published>2007-08-11T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T04:59:34.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 5 day holiday has been really full of love and really fun, and I still look forward to tomorrow! (Which is the 2nd last day) And I don't mind going back to school because I promised myself to start studying hard after I play like super duper shitzzers these 5 days. And I'm going back to 3Faith, which is wonderful, as well. But I don't feel like blogging now, so I'll sum everything up tomorrow! (Or Sunday?) So it's gonna be a really long post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current mood:&lt;/span&gt; Feeling absolutely pointless about coming home at 4am from the chalet, but still determined not to let anything destroy my wonderful 5 days before I start to have little life. (No life at all = waiteng can go and die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current emo sentence I'm feeling really strong about: &lt;/span&gt;I guess, deep inside, we both have some space left for each other. It's sad how we never got further than that. Fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:250%;" &gt;I REALLY LOVE 6A A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When we say the love never ends, we mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5633070589727044897?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5633070589727044897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5633070589727044897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5633070589727044897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5633070589727044897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-5-day-holiday-has-been-really-full.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4336676263432747441</id><published>2007-08-08T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:28:33.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving for stayover now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:250%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE 3FAITH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Today has been a very happy happy day so far! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4336676263432747441?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4336676263432747441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4336676263432747441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4336676263432747441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4336676263432747441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/leaving-for-stayover-now-d-just-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5984505185428738391</id><published>2007-08-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:48:20.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, and tablepartner &amp;amp; me have decided to isolate ourselves so we can concentrate. (At least we're gonna try right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if we can't take it, we'll shift back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have another mindmap that says "Why are we so happy :D" when it's actually supposed to be "Why we are so happy :D" But because zhiying is such a toot poot, you can't blame her for being a little intellectually handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I hope tomorrow is a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melacow, Waimoo, Zhioink.&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Language &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5984505185428738391?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5984505185428738391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5984505185428738391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5984505185428738391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5984505185428738391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-and-tablepartner-me-have-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7738978796263127930</id><published>2007-08-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:41:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Now I'm looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who can help me find you back&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna lead you back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;This is how rachel low bimbim reacted: &lt;/span&gt;"Huh,  you have to look for someone to help you look for someone? And now, again, you have to look for another person! So, altogether you have to look for 3 people you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha hilarious shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas &amp;amp; Ugenie's jokes were funny too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random emo lyrics today, random happy lyrics tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think tablepartner's Shakespeare lyrics are cute! (Especially when there's supposed to be some 'tian tian tian tian' background chanting in it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7738978796263127930?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7738978796263127930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7738978796263127930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7738978796263127930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7738978796263127930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-im-looking-for-someone-who-can-help.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1826437373775661363</id><published>2007-08-04T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:04:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaye weekends really brightened up my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite a grumpy day in school again, &gt;: ( I was like so TSK at everything, and very very easily irritated. But halfway during NP, my grumpiness got away! :D Yep yep yep so I got happy happy again! (But quite towards the end lah) After that stayed in NP room for a while, attempted to do my maths but to no avail. I have decided to get back to my studying mode before I die during EOYs! I should stop doing other work in class and concentrate on whatever lesson it is! I've been constantly telling myself that, and I've been trying my best. (Only when I'm not grumpy in class that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs Chan was really nice to me on Friday. About the compre thing. Totally sucked shit and I just totally shut myself from the whole world (lesson) and behaved like a stupid spoilt kid. But still, Mrs Chan was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! Zhiying and I now have our problems mindmap that says: "Why we are so grumpy" then sprouting out to many different aspects like "Emo/Insecure", "People", "Responsibilities", "School &amp; Exams" and last but not least, "Miscellaneous"! Hahaha it really helped to organize our thoughts a little (that partly is the reason why we cannot concentrate in class, other than the fact that we are now sitting at the last row which is the sleeping row) and we have "Random sentences to random people" at the back too! Watch us, we're gonna cancel them one by one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywayz, continue from just now. So after eating dinner with S/T partner, auntie pan and laoda, I went to meet thongs and we went for baybeats. I was looking totally stupid with all my bags and stuffs. And I was wearing nonsense. But Plain Sunset was good ( : I only liked a few songs though. The rest sounded quite the same to me. I shall go see their myspace then maybe I'll like them more. Haha saw debra&amp;amp;mag there, somewhere near the moshpit. Yeah and all the fatties wiped their sweat on me and kept singing "Tell me that you're alright" and kept doing the OMG OMG OMG OMG thing. Spasmszxszxs. Yeah but baybeats did brighten up my day! :D A LOT :D Even though I was like so super inactive. And not high and everything. Haha, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP today was totally !@#^!@&amp; at first cause of stupid Seth. What a UNIT cip. What an irritating piece of shit. But anyway, we had fun standing at the bridge from marina to the mrt there, traumatizing people the minute they reached the top of the escalator! Hahaha 5 weirdos and 1 monkey ( : (Rika, who says there are 4 weirdos, 1 tuls and 1 monkey. Huh. Huh. Me ain't no tuls yo :D) And after that we had fun taking many tuls photos! (Although I'm not tuls.) Hahaha but we still had fun anyway ( : Yaye lubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to eat and went shopping with S/T Partner, phina &amp;amp; char! :D It was fun! Although we like don't really go out together normally and stuffs, but it was still super duper fun ( : Shopped around bugis and bought our stuffs! And we're all broke, yaye. Sylvia and her 30 cents. Hahahaha toot poot. But still, love all of you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I came home. Wanted to go paint toilet! But it was like 4.50 when I was at Bishan which meant it would be totally pointless if I went to school. Because by the time I go to yck mrt, wait for 76, walk up to school, walk all the way the other end of the extension block from the canteen, climb up the stairs to the highest level, it would already be 5.30. Yeah so I didn't go cause I thought it would be totally pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home to sleep and both my daddy &amp; me overslept so we were late for the dinner! Yeah but nevermind lah, still made it quite on time. Just 45 minutes late? Right? Hahaha but they just started anyway. Today's dinner like a bit sian diaozzz, but okay lah. And my nephews &amp;amp; nieces are like overcrowding lah, so many you know! And it seriously makes me laugh looking at their retarded faces. (Exceptionally funny when it's naturally retarded) Hahahaha I just burst out laughing to myself many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Going back to my studying mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bringing Syl to eat fried mars bars (I don't care if you don't want okay!) Hahaha and what ah? I forgot, please remind me what is it you still haven't ate. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Buying our red havaianas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Watching Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Watching Rush Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 8 August: SNGS NDP,  squad lunch?, going back to primary school! Stayover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) 9 August: Flying kite at Marina Bay then steamboat! Yaye, lubs. And of course, NDP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) 10 August: 6Agape chalet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Getting skinnier. Healthy diet, not crash diet. I hate crash diets, cause they never work. It's a term for people to like act kewl act cute act tuls act skinny, whatever. Like, "Awmygosh, I can't eat! Cause I'm on a crash diet!" Healthy diets please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Composing our new song! I have been having a little inspirations here &amp;amp; there recently but nope, didn't write any of them down. Don't ask me why ( : But still looking forward to it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1826437373775661363?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1826437373775661363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1826437373775661363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1826437373775661363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1826437373775661363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/yaye-weekends-really-brightened-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2989840252777040858</id><published>2007-08-02T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:28:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RrHqANe-hgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SO21ZzU3ZKc/s1600-h/PICT0016+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RrHqANe-hgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SO21ZzU3ZKc/s320/PICT0016+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094109942873228802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2989840252777040858?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2989840252777040858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2989840252777040858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2989840252777040858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2989840252777040858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RrHqANe-hgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SO21ZzU3ZKc/s72-c/PICT0016+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1426860375789410306</id><published>2007-08-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:25:49.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Having nobody to sugar rush about sucks ) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy that self-obsessed person hasn't been smsing me ( : After I ignored 2 smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody smsed me today. I feel so unloved and unwanted and unsmsable. Rah. The only person who messaged me was Krystal. (She sent the sms to the whole shoot comm, so it wasn't exactly for me also lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was quite a okay day ( : And after school was nice ( : Well, school got a little better cause I packed my table! And the deco was almost all up already! I think it really irritates me seeing things very messy/undone. See, that's why I must always pack the class. I totally cannot stand it when it is super duper messy. Anyway, so we tried to make our deco nicer after school! :D And it was nice with tinygirl, genie genie, mummy, carina, wennie bimbo and S/T partner! (And ceeda who was of no contribution, hahahahaha) Left school at 7, but still, happy happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't blog about Tuesday too right! Hahahah went to sakae with rach, miv, xiao &amp; joanna! It was really fun :D And we talked and laughed a lot! (And tried to eat a lot) Hahahaha many scandalous shitz, and I kissed my only love. With the gay guy and his bunch of loser girl clique sitting behind. The girls were really gross, like you know whining to a gay guy. It was totally awmygosh, shutup. But whatever, they still didn't manage to stop us! Even when the gay guy tried to use his very strong sense of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school was nice today. Totally slack relaxzxzx, 4 free periods. (And English could just be counted another 2 free periods too) Anyway, our deco is really nice! And makes everyone smile ( : But no, we won't go, "We will win." Cause we hate ego pies. But princess wasn't in school! ) : Stupid girl totally didn't come to school even though her piano exam was like at 11. But anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PRINCESS I HOPE YOU REALLY DID WELL!&lt;/span&gt; By the way, Karon was sleeping in class. And when she woke up, she was like, "I dreamt that zhiying came back to class." Hahahahah I just totally burst out laughing. And I helped you collect the newspaper thingy okay! :D Hahaha I was like "I WILL COLLECT THE 报章读后感! DON'T THINK ZHIYING NOT HERE YALL DON'T HAVE TO DO OKAY!" (In a very fierce voice) Hahahahah. And more than half the class actually did! :D (I thought they wouldn't!) Hahahahahaha I'm so nice I can't stand it ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RACH and SCALLOP were at sports trip. DENISE too! Their presence were really missed ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the judges came to judge, and they just glanced like that lah. Glance you know, really glance, couldn't be bothered that kind. ARGH. 1659182347 hours of hard for less than 30 seconds for them to glance at. Aiya, whatever lah, ours is still nice ( : Don't care if we win or not, at least, we know it was a class effort! And that we did our best ( : And that it makes us happy ( : And that we are not ego pies. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random sentences to 2 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're drifting? I think, I think not, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Feels good, at least I know I don't have to be upset anymore when you unconsciously disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Where is my needle with the sugar inside?! I need to sugar rush. ) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next thing to look forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;National Day class outing/stayover? &lt;/span&gt;(If majority agrees)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1426860375789410306?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1426860375789410306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1426860375789410306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1426860375789410306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1426860375789410306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/having-nobody-to-sugar-rush-about-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6904344359124034310</id><published>2007-07-31T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:19:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Omg I just read my last time posts and this was my speech assignment last year (cool or what, I actually make sense okay!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Have A Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How far can happiness bring you? A smile can melt a heart of stone; laughter can comfort someone filled with troubles. On our road of life, we meet many challenges and obstacles along the way. Whenever we reach a crossroad, we are forced to make a choice because we HAVE to continue walking. Some are easy choices but most of the time, we are caught in dilemmas. Many a time, we are just too tired to go on and we discourage ourselves by thinking that we have reached a dead end. We have to learn to believe that everything happens with a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when logic doesn't solve it, it's time we listen to what our hearts say. As long as its harmless, all of us have a right to do what makes us happy. Maybe many of us think that fate is unfair, that we are suffering much more than others, and we are not getting what we deserve. Yes, life is never fair, but is that important? Like what Andrew Matthews wrote in his book "The happiest people don't bother about whether life is fair, they just make the most of what they have".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are so caught up with endless streams of schoolwork that we think we do not have time for other things. I think it is foolish to give up what makes us happy because we are tied down by our endless responsibilities. We are humans; not machines, and even machines need rest. I believe my life is just as hectic as everyone else's but I always try to keep the people around me and myself happy whenever I can. Of course, it is not possible for us to be happy everyday and every minute. As much as we want others to understand us when we are down, we should always try to care for the people around us, forgive them if they lose their temper occasionally and bring as much happiness to as many people as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether we fail or succeed in life, as long as we walk our journey towards our dreams with happiness, it is a worthy journey. This is how far happiness can bring you, somewhere further than just fulfilling your dreams. I hope that all of us will continue walking our different roads with strong hearts, determination and purpose. We should always keep smiling because we never know how much it will brighten up someone else's day! That is my dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6904344359124034310?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6904344359124034310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6904344359124034310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6904344359124034310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6904344359124034310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-far-can-happiness-bring-you-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2586835585839129491</id><published>2007-07-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:04:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN I HATE THIS @#$@!@#$$#@ FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL WAS BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME WAS SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I COULD ONLY SLEEP FOR LIKE A WHILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SLEPT UNTIL I DIDN'T STUDY FOR MY JAPANESE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PISSED SENSEI OFF QUITE A BIT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT DAMN SHIT WITH MY MATH AND HISTORY RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SICK OF BEING HISTORY LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SICK OF SITTING AT THE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS TOTALLY GLUSH TODAY FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP THINKING ABOUT MISERY. (As in not misery, Misery, you know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO @#$@??!?!? ABOUT SELF-OBSESSESED-PERSON AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY BOYFRIEND WHEN I NEED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK AT THE PHOTOS AND I FEEL LIKE DUCKING FAT HITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2586835585839129491?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2586835585839129491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2586835585839129491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2586835585839129491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2586835585839129491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3414991681189101387</id><published>2007-07-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:32:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tapestry is over ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8.30am because I couldn't sleep. And so I started making the CONFIDENCE IS KEY thing ( : Constructive okay :D Yeah, then bathed and all, and rushed off to shunz's house. That slow pok wasn't ready so we made pingz wait half an hour. All your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to peninsula plaza with shunz to buy his strap. And his Alesana shirt. Slack relaxzxzxz. Then we finally went to heeren! Then slack relaxzxzx again at Graffiti &amp; rach rach bimbo came! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, time was really really passing damn super duper fast and at first was quite nervous and all but after I saw the stage, no more weird feelings! Just yeah, like that lor. Haha STIM string snapped but I didn't really have much : O?! feeling or whatever. Haha cause I was in a happy happy mood ( : So we borrowed guit from a really nice girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so there went our performance! I think we really had fun &amp;amp; all ( : (Except that Misery was screwed, but we still had fun!) So whatever. Screw screwups. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo that marked the end of our performance ) : Which = end of Tapestry, which = ) : ) : ) : I really miss audition period ) : Cause it was really really very fun even though intensive jamming was really tiring and all. But it was like tiring but ^^ kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and actually jamming &amp; going out with RWJ really makes me think a lot about life actually. More on the positive side, ( :, like you know, how we should live our lives to the fullest and everything. I will think, if I never met all my friends, I will definitely be different in a huge way. Right? Even though no matter what I'm still myself. But I guess if I didn't experience all the things I experienced last time, I wouldn't have gotten out of my everything also "don't know", "anything" stage and become who I am today. I mean, who would have imagined me to become like that now. Not even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I think the reason why I'm so emotionless towards some things is partly because I think too much into life already. (You know, like high level thinking hahahaha) I will really think like all the stuffs. Like no matter how much someone hates you now, or gossips about you now, or bitches about you now, or how much someone thinks you suck, doesn't really matter actually what right? Like after we all grow up and work, this kinda stuff will look stupid and everything to us. And we'll probably just curse ourselves for being so stupidly childish and making a big fuss out of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think sometimes, I don't like people to notice me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's why I have so much white hair. Because I think too much, but after I think so much, I get enlightened! That's why I'm so happy. So that explains everything. Yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to reality! I felt so loved today! :D :D :D BBF for the flowers! :D :D S/T Partner for her choc pops! Jessling mummy for her sweet! :D (You know I kept playing with it after that :D :D :D)! SN people for coming down to support! Yaye rach bimbim for taking photos &amp;amp; videos &amp; hugs! :D Mh, rob and desmond! Lianjie for sacrificing your study time to come watch us yaye! :D CH people! pingz &amp; shunz mum &amp; dad. And my mummy &amp; daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:250%;" &gt;Racing With Juliet!! ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai si ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3414991681189101387?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3414991681189101387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3414991681189101387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3414991681189101387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3414991681189101387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/tapestry-is-over-i-woke-up-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-916225103042377679</id><published>2007-07-29T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T09:41:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tapestry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 7 and a half hours time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's first jamming boosted my confidence, then 2nd jamming was like totally made it drop shizzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sleeping made it better ( : So I'm feeling more motivated once again! And we went to Heeren to check out the stage. Yeah, that made me feel a lot better :D At least I know what we'll be doing and how we'll be doing it. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that guy was such a weirdo. I should be considered lucky yeah? Totally. I felt so super duper lucky. Like the luckiest girl in the world, thank you. (He is the perfect example of a self-obsessed person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got over the weirdo already. I hope we do well later! Maybe what we normally do may not be good to others, but at least, we should show them what we want them to see! Right right? We cannot be so not ourselves when there are other people around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GO RWJ! Confidence is key! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Love Pove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-916225103042377679?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/916225103042377679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=916225103042377679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/916225103042377679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/916225103042377679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/tapestry-in-7-and-half-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8929063720162741765</id><published>2007-07-28T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T02:14:56.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the day of my freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha actually I was quite sian diao when I woke up. Like, ARGH, the start of my so-many-things-to-do day! And I stupidly didn't bring home my file. Which has like everything inside, meaning I couldn't study for my chem. Neither could I do my MSND. So the only thing I could do was to practise my piano! (God's will! :D) But neither did I practise my piano, all I did was.... TO SLEEP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaye I like. But I had to wake up at 10 to eat dinner, cause my dad told me to eat! :D So I was half sleeping, half eating. And I think I'm super duper grumpy if I wake up when I'm tired. So I was like totally daoing my mum, who kept talking to herself. I was like -.- (eyes half closed you know you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the 2nd time I woke up was at 4. Just woke up, I don't why. So I saw my com, I was like : o And so I realised, I just ignored many people on msn, but not on purpose! :D So it's okay? :D Then I woke up at 5 cause I thought it was 6 already (as usual, this always happens!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for flag raising and I was totally useless today! Just stood there and talk :D Flag raising was really interesting though. (Quotes melo) "I AM TINYGIRL! ^^!" I was totally : O : O : O Hahahahahaha "If you can't beat them, join them! ^^!" Spastic piece of shit! Today was totally malu yourself day, tinygirl! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was physics which was -.- then maths which also -.- cause I was studying chem all the way! So came chem, sexy sexy. It was fine. (But everytime I think it's fine, it's always a borderline pass!) I hope a miracle happens still :D Not all hope is lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for PMB meeting and headed home! I looked like a freak + loner + weirdo walking out of school alone at 11.15am when everyone is still studying in school. That wasn't the weirdest, cause I was carrying my Hello Kitty umbrella around! (By myself!) Not suitable to be used when there's nobody else around you you know! Hahaha but whatever, I had no choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano exam was fine! :D (Princess! "Damn good! (as usual)") Hahahahaha :D :D :D Not bad okay! Slipped a little bit here and there. The room was : O cold! Plus is was raining heavily = colder! So my hands were like ZZXZXZX &lt;-- looks cold? I guess. Hahaha. Yeah, they were cold and hard! So hard to play you know! (But my superb skills made up for it all afterall :D!) Passable I guess! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaye then went back for NP. School looked like such a lovely place to me suddenly you know! I don't know why. But it looked really HAPPY HAPPY! :D NDP rehearsal was quite nice ( : At least something different! Yup yup, and squadmates are totally retarded! But it makes me happy still! :D Loves Woves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to sell food for parents' meeting. It was so last minute, and I had to spend my time with WHINEY. She is SO whiney. (Although she called me daughter of a bitch! AHHHHHHH DOB hahaha) But I called her bitch first lah, fair and square. Unfair and circle :D Whiney is so whiney, but nevermind, she's still cute. (My ass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rushed off for jamming! Jamming was good I guess? BBF AND KIWI CAME! Yaye, rare visitors you know :D (Especially when BBF thinks it's noisy!) I was so REALLY!@#@! :D :D :D!!!! when she told me they were coming. Yaye, happy happy. Love Toves! So jamming today was good! Sexy taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BBF went home, and cs went home too. (Take care thongs! Don't get sick! :D If not we won't have a sexy lead guitarist anymore ) : HB! HB!) So we went to eat yum yum ( : Mmmmmmmm ( : ( : ( : I bought Winnie-The-Pooh book, very nice okay! (got stories + colouring + numbers + puzzles!) And the best of all, free HEIGHT CHART! :D :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaye, today was so happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sec2 monitor indirectly said I was cool! :D :D :D Hahahahahahaha I AM COOL OKAY. COOL COOL IS ME :D :D :D!!! (This is not self-obsession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can you feel the freedom in my blog post!!! HA :D (One ha only, cause I realised I've been saying way too many hahahahahahaha(s))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TWOVE NOVE EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM TINYGIRL!" (Me: Once you make a mistake, it will haunt you for life! Hahahahahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8929063720162741765?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8929063720162741765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8929063720162741765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8929063720162741765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8929063720162741765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-marks-day-of-my-freedom-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4079358599507141287</id><published>2007-07-25T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:36:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a calm and peaceful day ( : (And jessling mummy said I was quiet today!) &lt;-- Actually, isn't it like quite normal? ( :   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so happy last night! Cause I tried to finish a lot of work from 10 oclock onwards. And I did finish a lot! So I was contented with myself. I slept at 3, but I was more awake than normal, I think my body is used to sleeping at 3. Because everytime I sleep at 3, I wake up on time! When I sleep like at 12, I can't wake up. And when I do, I can't open my eyes : o Hahaha I feel like a weirdo. Anyway, I'm gonna make myself happy today again! In fact, I already am quite happy because I can finally remember all my scales!!! Hahahaha all I have left to do now is research a little on the periods &amp; all &amp;amp; practise my arpeggios! Yaye, so I'm not so worried about my piano exam anymore, because I feel prepared! :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now.. I have to finish studying my tingxie &amp; maths! And finish my chem worksheets. Right right? That's all? (Wait, let me check) Yeah, that's all! :D :D :D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow, I can study for chem! And practise my piano!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday, I can study for my Japanese test! And do my MSND! And get prepared for jamming!! And prepare myself for Tapestry!!  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not exactly nervous or whatever yet, but I'm always like that. I really am. Maybe I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel the pressure &lt;/span&gt;(:D :D ?) on Saturday, or on the day itself. I hope I look and sound like a normal person on Sunday (Please don't say anything stupid, waiteng) That's like something I'm really nervous about! Like I don't know what to say, what if I say some brainless thing (you know most of the time, the words just come now, the brain doesn't normally get to approve it first) and then everyone will think I'm stupid. Rah. But anyway, whatever, go and support us friends!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rqdtyte-heI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUO8l57nTY4/s1600-h/tapestrylogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rqdtyte-heI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUO8l57nTY4/s320/tapestrylogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091158621736044002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Band nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;e:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Racin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;g With Juliet ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Heeren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Performing at 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And please wish me good luck for my piano exam on Friday, yaye :D Love you (if you wish me good luck) Hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please wish 3Faith good luck for our 3 tests tomorrow, and our chem test on Friday, yaye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish good luck to all maogao friends having their common tests now! :D I know it's a little late, but I have been thinking of wishing yall good luck since Sunday, so IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS! Right? :D :D :D So anyway, I bet yall received my good luck brainwaves I sent on Monday. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine me and you, and you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No matter how we toss the dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The only one for ME is YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And YOU for ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So happy togetherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4079358599507141287?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4079358599507141287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4079358599507141287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4079358599507141287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4079358599507141287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-calm-and-peaceful-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/Rqdtyte-heI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tUO8l57nTY4/s72-c/tapestrylogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4761243334300178121</id><published>2007-07-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:23:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can sense my own angst because I am totally not in the mood the say 'haha' today. (If you haven't noticed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exception for the person with high EQ! She makes me happy cause of her high EQ &amp; level of understanding. I'm sure she will pass SS (and history, if she evers takes) and lit with flying colours! (no link?) In case you don't know who: Good Like Um Sylvia Haha! : D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rated: 5 hearts! &lt;/span&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4761243334300178121?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4761243334300178121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4761243334300178121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4761243334300178121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4761243334300178121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-can-sense-my-own-angst-because-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2419778806403350975</id><published>2007-07-24T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:16:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since when did I fall in love with P!ATC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I changed a lot from who I used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2419778806403350975?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2419778806403350975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2419778806403350975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2419778806403350975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2419778806403350975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-when-did-i-fall-in-love-with-patc.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1089402616631957782</id><published>2007-07-24T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:10:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate (1.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1089402616631957782?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1089402616631957782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1089402616631957782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1089402616631957782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1089402616631957782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-1.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-5386596570192260051</id><published>2007-07-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:58:48.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, today is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP IRRITING ME&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting more and more impatient and more and more easily irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, I hope it's just for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really feels damn !@#%@$^%!$@#^%$ &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt so much like telling so many people today, "Shutup and get lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one thing I really hate, I really hate people who talk a lot and criticise a lot when they don't even have the abilities. Or when they don't give a shit about doing the things that you do that are not even for yourself, and all the know how to do is sit there and say, "OMG, so ugly. Yuck, yuck, yuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, (I must abstain from vulgarities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many unknown people: (I know I said I will not do this again, but I'm sorry, I'm feeling so damn !@#&amp;!!@#^$^!@# now and apparently, there's no one I can talk to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You really suck. Why the hell am I even bothered. I mean, you're not anything to me, neither am I anything to you. Just that sometimes I think you care, next minute I see you doing something to show me you don't. Just, get out of my mind, get of my life. (For now.) You're just as rado, you biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All of you are so irritating! Like bitch fitch man. Because I constantly put in effort, so all of you take it for granted. Recently, I've been thinking a lot of stuffs like what if one day I just breakdown, or one day I just give up, or maybe just quietly sit, and, don't do anything. Then at least, I'll get to know how much yall appreciate all the things I do. (Please start putting your words into actions bitches. I mean, yall don't even do anything, so please shutup) All I needed was just something encouraging from your mouths, just 1, for the 1000 things I do. But, no? All I get is criticism. Even after I changed whatever yall are not happy with, all I get is, "Yah, it's better already." Not even a, "Now it's nice." ARGH WHATEVER, BITCHES. Someday I will really stop doing, then I'll see who will do everything. In case all of you didn't know, I was so _ _ _ king irritated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I must abstain from vulgarities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Okay, yes yes, you're so busy. I'm so free and I have nothing to do everyday. Just that I wanna act busy and like, omg my life so happening. Or something. Whatever, just shut up lah. I hate your matter-of-fact tone. Fitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe that I even chose to appear offline. And I hate feeling this way, because I gave up this side of me long ago. I hate how all of you have to bring it back. Fitches Pitches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM FEELING SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RUMPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HRIMP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EAD NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:500%;" &gt;&gt;: (!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-5386596570192260051?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5386596570192260051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=5386596570192260051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5386596570192260051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/5386596570192260051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-today-is-such-stop-irriting-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6047590773399239002</id><published>2007-07-23T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:50:00.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bitch fitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nonsense ponsense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't know ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Anyway! View my friendster for 2 really new &amp;amp; exciting photos! Hahaha :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6047590773399239002?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6047590773399239002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6047590773399239002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6047590773399239002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6047590773399239002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/bitch-fitch-nonsense-ponsense-what-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8773262968989780950</id><published>2007-07-22T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:32:14.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RqNqOte-hZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f_GZhiuBt2E/s1600-h/PARAMORE%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RqNqOte-hZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f_GZhiuBt2E/s320/PARAMORE%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090028804819027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paramore&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8773262968989780950?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8773262968989780950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8773262968989780950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8773262968989780950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8773262968989780950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CgC9ZgZxsqY/RqNqOte-hZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f_GZhiuBt2E/s72-c/PARAMORE%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4771138715086577627</id><published>2007-07-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:09:27.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Panic! At The Disco - It's Time To Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILLER WEEK HERE I COME!!!!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU BEFORE YOU KILL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; History test, 3rd lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; Free! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Free! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Math test, Tingxie, 3rd lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Chem test, Zaobaoluntan, PIANO EXAM!, NDP training, JAMMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday: &lt;/span&gt;JAMMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; TAPESTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeee can die right, but I'm not going to ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4771138715086577627?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4771138715086577627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4771138715086577627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4771138715086577627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4771138715086577627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-playing-panic-at-disco-its-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-2391222900292637639</id><published>2007-07-21T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:34:13.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Time Is Running Out&lt;/span&gt; is playing! :O :O :O Haven't listening to it intensively for a very very long time, and it sounds exceptionally nice to sway to today! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-2391222900292637639?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2391222900292637639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=2391222900292637639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2391222900292637639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/2391222900292637639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-is-running-out-is-playing-o-o-o.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1433085789190420131</id><published>2007-07-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:23:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shooting finals were finally over yesterday ( :&lt;br /&gt;Underperformed still, but improved! So I'm happy ( :&lt;br /&gt;Didn't cry and in fact was feeling quite emotionless about the whole thing &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;Was very very very happy from all the motivation everyone gave me! :D&lt;br /&gt;So I think I was too happy to feel anymore sorrow/excitement, so it was good ( :&lt;br /&gt;Cause it means I reached the peak of happiness that nothing else mattered anymore ( :&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;I love shoot comm 2007 ( :&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't really wanna join at the start and I felt quite neh about it sometimes, but now that it's over, I think I'm gonna miss it ) :&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, I'm happy that it even happened ( :&lt;br /&gt;Not really looking forward to next year though &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I LOVE YOU to all who motivated me! (includes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOTONG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S/T PARTNER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIKA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SQUADMATES&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRAVE SOULS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESSLING MUMMY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENNY BIMBO&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACH THE BOMB&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROUJIE&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Figure 2 really sucked shit, but I remembered all the motivation from everyone, so I continued to have faith in myself for the NRA. Even though I was already quite demoralised when the round target (with pingz face on it, so it didn't pierce into my heart like a knife) came towards me, I was like ) : !@#$!@#% but I said 'No Waiteng! See how many people believe in you! You must believe in yourself!' And it did work wonders ( :&lt;br /&gt;Even though it isn't considered a miracle, but just wanna let yall know, that your motivation really meant a lot to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSITIVE ATTITUDE WORKS WONDERS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE WORKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoutouts to very special people in my lives:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;S/T Partner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaye, I love you :D And we are like so same same, lane 10 and then both (__________________). Fill in the blanks. Hahahahahaha but we were so high and happy after that! :D And I really wouldn't have been without you there with me ( : I lubs you a lot a lot very very much, really really, seriously seriously, not joking ♥ S/T Partners forever! (When yo mama jumped into the sea, what did the whale say to yo mama? 'We! Are! Family!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sotong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D I love even though you're so wobbly! :D I could feel your love! :D And it motivated me a lot ( : ( : ( :  I love you forever best probate partner! :D (It's good that you're not depressed anymore! :D) You can talk to me if you are! (In the future, I hope not ( : ) And I'll go talk to you when I'm depressed/emo also okay! :D Love you love you ♥ Many, forever ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rika!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D! Talking with you is nice &amp; fun &amp;amp; mmm mmm, I like ( : I hope I don't do anything that makes you feel insignificant anymore! :D Although I know sometimes, I do it unknowingly and still stupidly think everything is fine. But I hope I don't make you feel that way still, HOPE! :D You're really very important to me ( : (Because sometimes, I think some things, only you understand) :D And remember to stop your vulgarities and self-control rika! :D I love you! ♥ Many. Thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Squadmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many many things are not like before anymore, I still hope we stay together! I think we're doing fine now though! ( : When I leave st. nicks, yall are the ones I won't forget, really ( : I love all of you! ♥ A lot x 1 billion. Nobody gonna love me better, imma stick with you forever ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D! I'm so glad CYM changed our places in term 2! If not, I think I will never ever talk to you or sit with you. Right right? :D Fate! ( : You're really a very very very nice tablemate! :D And I'll forever remember I was sitting beside a disney princesses freak in sec 3 life! :D (Maybe sec 4 also? Forever? Hahaha) And stop thinking that everyone hates you, you stupid girl! I love you forever, 爱你永远！(Specially for you, cause chinese leader ( : ) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;RACH THE BOMB (BIMBO) + ROUJIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like talking to yall! And everytime I'm with yall, it's so fun! (actually it's because of me only lah.) Hahahahaha. Whatever, shutup waiteng. I think without cheer, 3 of us wouldn't even be talking to each other now ( : So, a huge thank you to cheer. For bringing 3 people who were fated to become good friends together ( : Love you 2 spastics ♥ Both of your spasms make me really happy ( : So lubs euu(x) &lt;-- plural, many! I know you know that I know you love me! Yall yall yall yall yall *Imagine 2 retards trying to pronounce it it the yoyo way* ('retards' do not include waiteng ^^) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;RWJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'll never regret joining the band too! :D Times with yall are like ♥ ♥ ♥ :D :D :D And yall are so retarded, and weird, like totally, unlike me. Sometimes, I wonder how I actually fit in. Like you know, I'm so calm &amp; composed &amp;amp; all. Yeah, but nevermind, I still love yall! Go go RWJ, Tapestry here we come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bestfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you MIA-ing?? ) : Haven't been talking to you for days, in fact, 1 week? AHHHHHHHHHH why so long! Anyway, you're better already right? Your posts sounds like you're fine already ( : Anyway, don't MIA for too long okay! Know that we will always lub you even when you're MIA-ing! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1433085789190420131?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1433085789190420131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1433085789190420131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1433085789190420131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1433085789190420131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/shooting-finals-were-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3779129633560325247</id><published>2007-07-19T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:41:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prelims can bring my confidence level from 100 to 0,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My beloved, S/T PARTNER, SOTONG, RIKA &amp; PRINCESS TABLE PARTNER can bring all from 0 to 200!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love yall, cause yall are the hugest motivation God can ever give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I can or not, I'll try to make the miracle happen! Just for yall! (And for myself as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I can, I'm sure I can. I'll do my best, I promise. But I'm sorry in advance if I disappoint all of you all. But I won't! I'll try my best! And nothing less! I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY LOVE ALL OF YOU, CANNOT BE EXPLAINED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I'll cut my heart into 5 parts, each for 1 of you, and of course, 1 for myself ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3779129633560325247?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3779129633560325247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3779129633560325247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3779129633560325247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3779129633560325247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/prelims-can-bring-my-confidence-level.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1153348489065583883</id><published>2007-07-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:16:46.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, stupid superboy. Didn't actually make me very happy by saying 'Don't feel like going shoot finals, go battle of the bands la! Haha' and then after that not understanding what it feels, you biatch. But at least you made me happy by saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrill seeker. said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah..later if i cant sleep i come back online ENTERTAIN euUx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1153348489065583883?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1153348489065583883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1153348489065583883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1153348489065583883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1153348489065583883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-stupid-superboy.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-3801605417845901655</id><published>2007-07-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:03:48.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relient K - Getting Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally ironed out&lt;br /&gt;All of my priorities&lt;br /&gt;And asked God to remove the doubt&lt;br /&gt;That makes me unsure of these&lt;br /&gt;Things I ask myself, I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you are getting yourself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowcard - One Year, Six Months &lt;/span&gt;(to squadmates)&lt;br /&gt;Sew this up with threads of reason and regret&lt;br /&gt;So I will not forget, I will not forget&lt;br /&gt;How this felt one year six months ago&lt;br /&gt;I know I cannot forget, I cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you don't know me anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget&lt;br /&gt;And being on this road is anything but sure&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into memories of you&lt;br /&gt;And things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relient K - Sadie Hawkins Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westlife - The Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed, that with the sun's love&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, becomes the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthony Hamilton - Dear Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sometimes I go on through life&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that love is something&lt;br /&gt;That’s not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relient K - For The Moments I Feel Faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am I at the point of no improvement?&lt;br /&gt;What of the death I still dwell in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I try to excel, but I feel no movement.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw up my hands&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the impossibilities"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;Gather my insufficiencies and&lt;br /&gt;Place them in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ataris - In This Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Afters - Beautiful Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowcard - Way Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Way away away from here I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Way away away so you can see&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to be alone and not believe&lt;br /&gt;Feels to be alone and not believe anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relient K - Hello McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  A roll of the dice&lt;br /&gt;A slip of the tongue&lt;br /&gt;I was stirring up the hornets' nest&lt;br /&gt;and finally got me stung&lt;br /&gt;Said I'd do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;But the wrong was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What went through my head&lt;br /&gt;Was my conscience shot?&lt;br /&gt;Was it left for dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;But no one heard&lt;br /&gt;Cause actions (actions) actions&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Patrol - It's Beginning To Get To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you beginning to get my point&lt;br /&gt;They're always fighting with aching joints&lt;br /&gt;It's doing nothing but tire us out&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what this fight's about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's so thrilling but also wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to prove that you are so strong&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you before I left&lt;br /&gt;But I was screaming under my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to feel breathless with love&lt;br /&gt;And not collapse under its weight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gasping for the air to fill&lt;br /&gt;My lungs with everything I've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muse - Hysteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bugging me, grating me&lt;br /&gt;And twisting me around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm endlessly caving in&lt;br /&gt;And turning inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's holding me, morphing me&lt;br /&gt;And forcing me to strive&lt;br /&gt;To be endlessly cold within&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart implode&lt;br /&gt;And I'm breaking out&lt;br /&gt;Escaping now&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my faith erode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P!ATD - I Constantly Thank God For Esteban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I'm getting bored, so last song ( : )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-3801605417845901655?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3801605417845901655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=3801605417845901655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3801605417845901655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/3801605417845901655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/relient-k-getting-into-you-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4831716325730358149</id><published>2007-07-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:06:19.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now I can't tell whether I'm happy/sad (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know I'm not THAT upset, cause Frosties still taste sweet! ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4831716325730358149?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4831716325730358149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4831716325730358149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4831716325730358149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4831716325730358149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-now-i-cant-tell-whether-im-happysad.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6214015820181847026</id><published>2007-07-18T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:02:15.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I will stop believing in telling people the HARD TRUTH from now on. Because it's hard for the person, and it's even harder for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The person feels:&lt;/span&gt; Ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You feel:&lt;/span&gt; Shit, what did I just do + Ouch + (The person's ouch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, how much it sucks. So I'm not going to tell people hard truths anymore. Not even during NP evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have hurt enough people, should stop being such a bitch this minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6214015820181847026?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6214015820181847026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6214015820181847026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6214015820181847026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6214015820181847026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-will-stop-believing-in-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-4518171702267511664</id><published>2007-07-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:53:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;McFly - The Ballad Of Paul K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's drinking cold corona&lt;br /&gt;Feels like he's getting older&lt;br /&gt;Now and noticing how he's finding&lt;br /&gt;Grey hairs left in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos fade by the hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And he can't understand these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why life is getting him down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to smile, now he frowns&lt;br /&gt;And cries inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been this way for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And he can't seem to put things right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When life has been unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you're losing your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what you find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feels like time's not on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like to mention&lt;br /&gt;Applying for his pension&lt;br /&gt;So his children don't know&lt;br /&gt;He getting into a mid-life crisis&lt;br /&gt;He can't afford the prices for&lt;br /&gt;The new kitchen floor he's buying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a drunk all his life&lt;br /&gt;Two kids, a dog and wife&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;And in the day time he just sits and watches television shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know why but somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ones you love you hate now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You feel down and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at what you've thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They stood beside you all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now it's too late, it's too late for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-4518171702267511664?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4518171702267511664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=4518171702267511664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4518171702267511664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/4518171702267511664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/mcfly-ballad-of-paul-k-hes-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1960291760582827638</id><published>2007-07-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:40:53.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHENLAOSHI&lt;/span&gt;, for being so nice to our class today ( :&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR IMRAN&lt;/span&gt;! ( :&lt;br /&gt;It made me really happy too ( :&lt;br /&gt;Cause our teachers are so nice ( :&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MS ROCKEY&lt;/span&gt; for just smiling at me, when I told her that I didn't do all the questions. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1960291760582827638?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1960291760582827638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1960291760582827638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1960291760582827638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1960291760582827638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-yes-chenlaoshi-for-being-so-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-6527332178981852824</id><published>2007-07-18T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:35:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a &gt;: ( then :D then : ( day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot briefing was enough to make me feel ) : ) : ) : for the whole day. It's seriously the first time I feel so low confidence &amp; low morale &amp;amp; low low low. Not low actually, just, zero. I don't know. I tried to convince myself that there was something wrong with the revolver during prelims. And then when I almost made myself believe that, we had our last dry shoot. Which brought forth a possibility of the problem lying with nothing else except my own lousy shooting skills. And so from then on, I have been pacing between the two: to blame the revolver, or to blame myself. And blaming myself seems to have gotten on the majority side after last dry shoot. And I think: Oh waiteng, look how much you suck. But then I think of classi shoots and like: Actually you don't suck that much. But! Classi shoot was just luck, you idiot. So during last dry shoot, I tried very very hard to correct what I finally realised might have been the problem. And now I have 2 choices: Either to aim the lousy, incorrect way I did for classi. Or to use the new &amp; improved way I just corrected not long ago. Of course, I would choose the one that would make me shoot better, but the problem is, I don't know which does that miracle. So when Mr Choo went 'I can tell yall, yall are more than prepared, definitely", I was thinking: Yeah, right. So all I can do now is to wait for Friday to come, where we will leave class early to go to HTA and wait until 5.45 to shoot. And I'm supposed to brush off all my insecurities and just concentrate on shooting. Tell me, how do I do that. And I think no visualization helps now, because all I can visualise is me walking into the shooting range, still feeling 0% confidence, picking up the revolver with all the people staring at me, and expecting a lot because we're the team with the highest score. But in actual fact, they don't know that they're just gonna be staring at 4 other freaking good shooters, and one lousy piece of shit with a score of 43. And everytime the target board moves towards me, it'll be just like a knife stabbing into my heart. And after the whole thing ends, that's when the misery starts. I'll just breakdown like I did during prelims and everybody will go 'don't cry, it's okay'. It does comfort me, but I know it's not okay, everyone knows it's not okay. And I will so totally not feel like taking the same bus as the whole shoot comm, maybe I'll just run away from HTA myself and take a cab or something. And cry my ass out in the cab, then go home and cry my ass out again. Then I'll be happy that shoot finals is over, but I will still cry my ass out anyway, because I suck so much. So my lousy score will be the hot topic all around NP. And even though nobody says anything, I know everybody knows. Then no one will ever see me with a : ) face in NP anymore, because by then I will be so : \ about NP. You know this whole thing, it's like jumping into the sea even though you know the tsunami is coming. But for everyone else, the sea will be just a sea, no tsunami. Tell me, if you knew something bad would happen to you, would you still jump in like an idiot? I wouldn't, but I have no choice. That's why I have "SHOOT FINALS (I hope I fall sick, I hope I fall sick, I hope I fall sick)" written on my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever seen me so freaking insecure before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt, because I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually I think this is like my karma or something. For being so gossipy and stuffs these few days. I've stopped for very very long and you know sometimes, you just have to gossip to someone. And it makes me feel so much like a bitch ) : And I don't like the feeling. I'm gonna do more kind deeds to make up for everything bitchy I did these few days. And I promise I will try and stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ___, can we stop avoiding each other? Or is it only me who thinks this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's why today was such a  ) : day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many people made me :D still.&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; S/T Partner!&lt;/span&gt; :D For being so nice to me ( : And showering me with so much love ( : (Even though I was being so irritating for having such a I-have-low-morale face after the talk with Mr Choo) And letting me eat her fried fish ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZHI!&lt;/span&gt; :D For laughing at everything I do &gt;: | And making me happy after school ( : During the car ride ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRINCESS, WEITING, LYNN &amp; SOTONG&lt;/span&gt; ( : (Playing with kaya's ballie made me really happy ( : ) And sotong especially, for believing that we'll work together well soon ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY DADDY&lt;/span&gt; For talking so much nonsense today, and that made me feel like I was a total idiot getting stressed up over all these stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I think of more people, I'll add on ( : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-6527332178981852824?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6527332178981852824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=6527332178981852824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6527332178981852824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/6527332178981852824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-such-then-d-then-day.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-1999761094075152807</id><published>2007-07-17T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:58:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:220%;" &gt;WORLD, REJOICE CAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T PARTNER &amp;amp; ME JUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED OUR SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADED ASSIGNMENT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took 5 hours, I took 1 hour. So apparently, she win. Hahaha (according to her lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syl is so not the best. (Living in her own illusions. Cannot differentiate reality from illusion, syl!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-1999761094075152807?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1999761094075152807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=1999761094075152807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1999761094075152807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/1999761094075152807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/world-rejoice-cause-st-partner-me-just.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-248009706952228236</id><published>2007-07-16T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:27:47.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You can do it Waiteng, CONFIDENCE IS KEY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg ___________ makes me so wanna scream cause I'm so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go mad at jamming tomorrow? ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Waiteng, please control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-248009706952228236?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/248009706952228236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=248009706952228236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/248009706952228236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/248009706952228236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/recently-ive-been-telling-myself-you.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-7619565582154976625</id><published>2007-07-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:12:45.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, and you know the second passage in listening compre really got me thinking. You know the one that they said people keep changing and sometimes, you remember people for what they did last time, so you don't know who they are now. It's quite true right? I mean, I know, totally stupid to be thinking about some random passage in listening compre. And even though the guy was sounding so super cheena, but he did make sense what! So I've decided: I should start judging people now on a day-to-day basis, not just remember what they did last time (no matter, good/bad). But it's quite tiring like that right? Like everyday you have to be so goodygoody &amp; all, because you don't know when people are going to decide to judge you. But I guess, that's just life. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really amazing how coming home after school can make me very happy ( : Plus I had someone to walk with me today! :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QIQI KIWI&lt;/span&gt;, talking to you is really nice ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read ___'s blog just now. And I so have the gut feeling that ___ is referring to me. I mean, I'm pretty sure actually. Just like pingz had the gut feeling that time about Person #5 when there were like totally no clues/hints that it was him. I guess it's just the same thing. BBF says everyone has that instinct. Like if someone is talking about you, you'll get the feeling and you'll know it. I really don't know how we're gonna work out now anymore. I have no solutions, neither do I know what's the problem, neither do I know what to do to make things better. Maybe I do, but I think for now, I don't have the heart to do it. I mean, I seriously do care about how you feel and all, but I guess, we just can't click? Just like water and fire, we do fine on our own, but sometimes, we just put each other off. Yes? Yeah, I guess, but I hope we do get better, really. I don't wanna go on living with this broken piece, neither do I wanna end this journey with too much bad memories. Remember how things used to be so beautiful? I do, and I see it coming back a little already, I think all you need to do now is just to let go a little bit of your pride. And not just you, I think I have to let go of my pride too, then I'll find a way to sort things out. It's not gonna be easy, but I will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I'm really not emo or anything ( : Just you know, thinking a little more than usual. But that's not always a bad thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been sounding like an insecure piece of shit these few days, but please bear with my insecurities till shoot finals is over. Please, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERBOY&lt;/span&gt;, cheer up! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything, everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt; ( : (Anyway, it's been a LONG time since I called you superboy) But whatever, out of point. Haha, hope you're happier already! Tell me if you're not still, I'll try my best to make you happy ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-7619565582154976625?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7619565582154976625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=7619565582154976625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7619565582154976625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/7619565582154976625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yes-and-you-know-second-passage-in.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13072304.post-8819927430380990040</id><published>2007-07-16T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:07:02.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening compre is over ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And I am currently VERY VERY VERY VERY DISGUSTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:600%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:600%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:600%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:600%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;EEW&lt;br /&gt;EEW&lt;br /&gt;EEW&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;Totally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13072304-8819927430380990040?l=ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8819927430380990040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13072304&amp;postID=8819927430380990040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8819927430380990040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13072304/posts/default/8819927430380990040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritzyglitzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/listening-compre-is-over-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>waiteng =DD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07369163434965474793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/hot-pink-92/billabong1edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
