<?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-4304826999428863207</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:03:26.561+08:00</updated><category term='CHEERS (:'/><category term='NOTWELL ):'/><category term='RHYTHMN'/><category term='A DAY.'/><category term='❤ LOVES'/><category term='SCHOOL'/><category term='JUSTFORLAUGH (:'/><category term='BOREDD'/><category term='UPDATES'/><category term='NEWYEAR'/><category term='EMOSHIT'/><category term='RANDOM'/><category term='CAMP'/><category term='WORDSINMYHEAD'/><category term='FUN =)'/><title type='text'>SHAOLING ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;a change of site.&lt;br /&gt;i've move to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;jrancis.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3871717432640585079?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3871717432640585079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3871717432640585079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3871717432640585079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3871717432640585079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4432379470516772795</id><published>2007-04-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:12:03.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN =)'/><title type='text'>The Long Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I know they say if you love somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;You should set them free (so they say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But it sure is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Yeah, it sure is hard to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;And I know they say if they don't come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Then it's meant to be (so they say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But those words ain't pulling me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Cause I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I spend each day here waiting for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But it's just you and me going through the mill(climbin' up a hill) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This is the long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Somebody tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Two lovers in love can't make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;You're gonna make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Come on, baby, it's over, let's face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;All that's happening here is a long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sometimes I ask my heart did we really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Give our love a chance (just one more chance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;and I know without a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I turned it inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;And if we walked awaywould make more sense (only self defense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But it tears me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Just to think we still could try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;How long must we keep riding on a carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Going round and round and never getting anywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;(on a wing and prayer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This is the long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Somebody tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Two lovers in love can't make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;You're gonna make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Come on, baby, it's over, Let's face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;All that's happening here is the long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This is the long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Someone please tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Are you ever coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Are you ever coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Are you ever coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Guess I'm never coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know this song throught Cheryl and Desmond. I think. haha. anyway, its really a nice nice nice song. my current favourite. (: for the past few days, i've been skipping lecutures just to help out at the booth giving out goodie bags and S&amp;W shirt to the freshies. its sure fun there. i love SU people lah. heh. and its the last day tml. how sad. after this week, its back to normal again. lectures, tutorials, practicals. and yes, i'm already in YEAR TWO! and i don't think i like it one bit. the thought of going to graduating soon and entering the working society ain't good at all. just one more year. and i'll graduate. and still, i got no idea where to go. how sad. :'( and then, i'm going to miss all my poly mates like how i miss my secondary mates. aww.. i always promise myself this thing, but i always fail to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired today.&lt;br /&gt;and felice wun let me sleep in bus! -.-&lt;br /&gt;i shall teach her to sleep in bus the next time so she won't bother me when we go home together. (:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks. i'm really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4432379470516772795?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4432379470516772795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4432379470516772795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4432379470516772795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4432379470516772795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-goodbye.html' title='The Long Goodbye'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5870840221848742019</id><published>2007-04-17T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:41:23.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN =)'/><title type='text'>first day of school (:</title><content type='html'>today or rather yesterday was my first day of school (year two). and hell was i not really excited for it cause of those modules i'm taking. -.- its the 1st week of school and yea, i'm not in the studying mood yet. just yet. cause i din really enjoyed my holidays so now all i could think of is play play and play! haha. so i attended two hours of lecture and i went to help out at the atrium. giving goodie bags to the freshie. haha. its fun to see all fellow GLs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darius and i were real bastard just now. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of french later. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;ciao. hah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5870840221848742019?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5870840221848742019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5870840221848742019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5870840221848742019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5870840221848742019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school (:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3917938894265622381</id><published>2007-04-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:33:24.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHEERS (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1 i din cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;#2 the bus ride was super duper long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;#3 i got myself a grey jeans.&lt;br /&gt;#4 i can't wait for SUNDAY to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;#5 SCHOOL is starting. YEA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, i am happy today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3917938894265622381?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3917938894265622381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3917938894265622381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3917938894265622381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3917938894265622381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-i-din-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-7714808258274958258</id><published>2007-04-13T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:14:03.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOREDD'/><title type='text'>I AM BORED LAH!</title><content type='html'>hello hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i still miss my AGRAVAINE MANY MANY MANY!! :(&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my sister b'dae. so yea, HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;today i was out with my darlingss. had fun as usual.&lt;br /&gt;later i'm going back to school for meeting! then going for a haircut after that. YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sinful today. i spent so much money today! :( i ought to kill myself for getting another so expensive slippers! you should know what brand is it. HAHA! yes, i don't know how the fuck do you spell that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/Rh517naOdJI/AAAAAAAAACU/Eznf8TN3X0E/s1600-h/PRETTY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052605499007988882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/Rh517naOdJI/AAAAAAAAACU/Eznf8TN3X0E/s320/PRETTY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm bored. so i decided to play with fonts. and i find that my font match ahzhuan's. SO PRETTY. my font is suppose to be those RED RED kind. i don't know why it become like that. HAHA! so yea, I AM BORED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;END OF ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;omfg, my blog is getting so boringgg.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-7714808258274958258?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7714808258274958258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=7714808258274958258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7714808258274958258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7714808258274958258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-bored-lah.html' title='I AM BORED LAH!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/Rh517naOdJI/AAAAAAAAACU/Eznf8TN3X0E/s72-c/PRETTY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1920990670665593268</id><published>2007-04-08T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T03:26:48.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAMP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN =)'/><title type='text'>POST CAMP BLUES</title><content type='html'>i'm back from camp. and i miss everyone that make the camp a success very much. from the freshies to fellow GLs to camp crew to camp com. every single one of them. much misses! this will be a very long entry cause its a week camp and once in a life experience. i want to pen down every single thing that happen. every details cause i have no wish to forget to memorable experience. a great chapter in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY -1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group book in to finish up whats not done. the bag was super heavy so i took a cab down. and i was very angry with that old man who drive the taxi. driving at 60km/hr. -.- how slow can that be. RAH! reach the bus stop first and waited for the other girls to arrive. a heavy downpour started. before angeline arrived, we saw gilbert running into the bus stop follow by adam then weixuan and chekwye. they went to jurong point to collect our very nice group shirt. is fucking awesome nice lurh! haha! i like. thought its a bit similar to DAGO's but i still think that ours is the best. the nicest. (: so we headed to SU and lepak abit. cut the tie. the arm band and everything. bought fabric paint but din use it in the end cause we think that the shirt is just nice the way it is. we don't wanna do anything to it. practise the mass dance. did cheers too. and agravaine sleep together in a very uncomfortable position. that mark the end of day minus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when every GLs are supposed to book in at 12. but some were super late so we got punished. one for all, all for one. basically, we just lepak more on day zero. clean up the hall for the freshies to sleep. had a final thrash talk. and were all excited for the freshies to book in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was allocated in front of the co-op to escort the freshies in. was so excited to see the freshies strolling in. recognised a few familiar faces. especially the twins! haha. and one of them is in my group. after a few groups of 40 went in. we started to hold the freshies at the point in front of the pool. and roy and i entertained them somehow. bullshit abit here and there. was fun to see them smile at our bullshitting lah. haha! the last bunch went in. and we proceed to the hall. and was really happy to see groups sitting down and cheering. have to admit that DAGO was quite loud from the start. and i know my group will catch up somehow. (: self introduce ourselves. and hell did i saw DARIUS and his friend in my group. they crash the camp lah. haha. but its fun to have them in my group! (: and yes, arun was here to crash the camp too. lol! after settling everything and zhou finish the talk. we split agravaine into their sub group. and i'm in charge of agra two where most of the enthu people are! so great. i love it! (: right from the start a few freshie already make the impression already. like denise, haziq and nurul. they are loud and all. we proceed of to play ice breakers game. and i don't really rmb their names lah. and i don't know why. when i'm a freshie, i can remember all of my team mates name once they introduce themselves. but not this time. haha. during the ice breakers, the barkers boys make a impression too. i can only rmb quite a few here and there. the girls all look almost the same. hence explains the difficulties in remembering their names lah. LOL! and we played cinderalla game. so fun. i gave most of them massage which so ooh-la-la lah. haha! after freshies have their partner already, we had off to play ball games and i know it bore them cause it kinda bore me too. HAHA! after dinner, we played treasure hunt. and because of darius in our group. all those clues are handed to him and ask him where the places are. the night arrive. time for night walk. the waiting time was long. went to blk 63 with the freshies who are waiting for their turn to go for nightwalk at blk 34. was waiting and waiting and waiting. i am bored already not to mention the freshies. haha! bathing time for the freshies. and i wasn't quite please with what kid said in the toliet that time. but she apologized so no grudges. i know how the freshies felt when they are asked to bathe with a few other stranger within such a limited time. cause i was also once freshies. did those banging job and asking the girls to hurry up. i was not happy with myself for hurrying them too. we have to clean up the toliet in the end cause its very dirty and we had a few hours of sleep only. a fire alarm went off disturbing the freshies sleep. and i guess thats lead to a few of them to book out. so yea, end of day one. a super tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sure that the freshies will not have as much complaints as day 1. cause its station games. seeing them bond so fast and running around cheering for marbles. am really glad to see that lah. were asked to go to the swimming complex to hurry the freshies again. but this time round, i think i did a better job. i mean i really bang the doors to hurry them. day 2 ended quite early cause day 3 is a long day. if im not wrong, after bathing, they gather to discuss about their skit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIA-ZUI! so fun. everyone is drenched. and we have to act fierce and "punished" the freshies. so that everyone is drenched. haha! we proceed off to pool games. kudos to the rain that we din get to complete the pool games. -.- change of plan and everything. GLs of DAGO and AGRA get to bathe first. and then we'll switch duties and hurry the girls to bathe faster too. after the duties, i am really happy to see my group gather and discussing about the skit. i can see their effort. teach the power cheer to my group and have to go for some GL meeting and stuffs. so i told them to practise the cheer. seriously lah, i am very proud of my own sub group though some of them did piss me off. but overall, i still love them lots. (: after dinner, we proceed off to campfire! i can see the disappointment in them that the skit that they prepared for have to be cancel. so they did mass cheering instead of the skit. after campfire its hopnite! dance dance dance! its really tiring to dance throughout man. but its fun lah. dance with everyone and anyone. haha! (: you know i know. LOL! no lights out for the day. started drawing on those who are asleep. haha! and i did kana too. putri put toothpaste on me. -.- and then its day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day when everyone get emo. my group won the sexiest award because of you know who lah. haha. no matter what they won, we are still proud of them! (: when the civals' GLs went up to sing "when you say nothing at all" started to get emo already. and sally started crying. went over to console her. they started playing friends forever. damn it. i couldn't control my tears anymore. i started to cry too. then all GLs were like hugging each other leaving me no space to breathe. cry and cry and cry. almost all of us cried lah. now i understand why my GLs cried last year. its like when you think back of all the fun and times we spent together ended just like that. and we will wonder whats next? will we still meet up as often. will the bond still be there? give out of souvenirs. and i love my groups souvenirs lah! haha. so cute and nice. its time for the freshies to leave. our freshies waited for us to clear up the hall and everything to go over to KAP MAC and have lunch together. we have to have a quick lunch and then head back to school again. dinner time was pizza! roy and i were laughing our butts off. we couldn't stop laughing. and i can still rmb romeo's face. how blank his face was. LOL! i couldn't take it and i went to sleep. and din drink at all. which is so regretful lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cleaned up the hall once again. and head off to kap mac for lunch again. and head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6DAYS5NIGHTS of fun/laughter/crying. boy, do i miss camelot a lot. am glad to be in this BIG BIG FAMILY! i know i miss quite a few details. like the mass dance! haha. i feel like dancing already. LOL! (: this chapter of life will always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love AGRAVAINE!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CAMELOT!&lt;br /&gt;i heart my freshies lots! (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1920990670665593268?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1920990670665593268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1920990670665593268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1920990670665593268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1920990670665593268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-camp-blues.html' title='POST CAMP BLUES'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5873383399047154472</id><published>2007-03-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:17:09.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPDATES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN =)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it had been a tiring week. helping out during the laptop sales. nevertheless, its still fun with all the fellow GLs around. (: so yup, we are done with out souvenirs and yes, i guess our group spent the most on them but its nice okie! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped out today again. and head off to lot one reluctantly to watch teenage mutant ninja turtles. i got a sudden crave for them and yes i love them very much. CHAO TURTLE YOU. hahahaha! :D and you know, on the way back was HELL! cause of the ban mian i ate, i wanted to shit so badly but it was late already and all the shopping centres are like closed. so i have to bear till i reach home. and i ran into the toilet straight. if not, i think i'll shit in my pants. -.- IS enrolment is today! i chose something i'm alright with. i wanted the stupid television stuffs but then its not available!! my people know what a tv freak i am. (: nevermind, i found my first classmate already. ROY! hohoho. french classes will never be the same again. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am seriously very lazy to update single bit of my life already. cause i see no point writing out those emo-shyt stuffs. i cannot be bothered already. (: and my group is booking in on saturday which is day minus one. -.- and i'll be home away for 1 week? walao eh. my tv how?  1 week not at home you know. and my com. aww, i'll miss home very very very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5873383399047154472?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5873383399047154472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5873383399047154472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5873383399047154472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5873383399047154472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-had-been-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-9074974548284221276</id><published>2007-03-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:01:18.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A DAY.'/><title type='text'>stomp the yard.</title><content type='html'>watched stomp the yard with celeste and ahzhuan today. the movie was alright. a good thing that i didn't catch it during the weekend. its definately not worht 9.50. haha! angeline was right. can use some of the things in there as a cheer or something. but i couldn't remember. haha. i still got a lot of movie to watch okay. Happily N'ever After, i think this is one of the many cartoons that i would catch. The Pursuit of Happiness, a must watch movie. The Messenger, look like a nice movie to me. haha! Mr BEAN, ahzhuan wants to watch it. but i think its rather stupid. i'm only scare that MR BEAN wouldn't talk in the movie. haha! 4 movies! people, you got a reason to date me already! HAHAHAH! so after that, we went searching for bags. not me but rather celeste. haha! i still don't have the shopping mood just yet. cause my mind are occupied with camp camp camp and more camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye, enough said. i'm going to bed! the medicine have already taken effect! (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-9074974548284221276?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9074974548284221276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=9074974548284221276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9074974548284221276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9074974548284221276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/stomp-yard.html' title='stomp the yard.'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6172439317355169547</id><published>2007-03-18T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T03:09:34.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANDOM'/><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow mahjong session is cancelled. so boohoo lah. but anyhow, i'm not that a mahjong fans anymore. lol. i just finish the drama "devil beside me" which took me forever to finish watch a pathetic 20 episodes only. hah. the truth is i totally forgot that i haven finish watching that show and when i'm clearing some stuffs from my com and i happen to chance upon it. heh. i haven been watching my death note anime for quite some times. i can't watch epi 17 onwards. the file can't seems to open. oh well. i think i have to wait for ph or lq to come back from laos then i get the file from them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rot at home today. was supposed to go out. but few of them can't make it and i decided not to go also. and i know she was all flared up and all. i can only say i am utterly sorry for "pangseh"-ing you. but i don't see a reason why you should be so angry. is just a meeting cancelled. you can just go home and rest after your mahjong session, my dear katty. -.- i don't wish to quarrel with anyone, alright. not to mention that quarrelling will lead to some cold war and will spoil our many years friendship. and you know that when a quarrel start and cold war begins, i don't know how to mend the friendship back. things like this happen when we were still schooling in the same school, remember? so PEACE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when food are all kept and hidden, i can't see it. and i wouldn't eat them. so mom just told me where she hide those stuffs and wants me to eat them. hahaha! then she claims that she din hide it, its just that i'm lazy enough to go and find them. lols. so to prevent me from eating things that you guys love that much. just don't let me see it and i wouldn't even bother to eat them. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of great movies are up and i want to catch them all. especially 300. out of 10 people, 9 said that its nice. and i can't watch it which is super boohoo. cause its M18. and yes, i am still 17! rah. i guess i have to wait for people who downloads movie and ask them to send it to me. LOL! cause its a great movie and i wanted to watch it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about yesterday. aha. which is erm, friday. -.- so yea. we were back in school and we need to fucking sort out those letters and send them to freshies. i hate the stupid yellow forms and all those fucking brown envelopes which are pass to me! is hell lots okaye. and those kuku freshies will throw them away once they read them. now i understand how those seniors will feel when they were sorting out those letters last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got carving for SUBWAY suddenly. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i am being super random today. HAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao tur-bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6172439317355169547?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6172439317355169547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6172439317355169547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6172439317355169547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6172439317355169547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4406190159977229757</id><published>2007-03-16T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T03:07:16.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDSINMYHEAD'/><title type='text'>and i'm bored and got nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i love the module, i'll work hard for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i guess that explain my results. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daily routine is back. -.- i'll doze off on the sofa while watching teevee. and now am all awake and have no idea what to do at all. i want to watch some show online but am too lazy to. hah. i can spend the whole night watching an hour show. i don't like watching show on such a small screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeyue join agravaine! yay! caryn was sad that 3 of us are not in the same group. haha. a need to go back to school later. and i am so afraid that i can't wake up in time. its not nice to be always late. i think i'm not that a light sleeper anymore. alarms can't wake me up already. it need to rings so many times before i can actually hear it and drag myself out of the bed. pros and cons. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go town and shop more often please. its been so many many weeks since i last went to town although i went there today but its not a shopping trip okay. i need to go there and shop and walk from far east all the way to plaza singapura. camp meetings are literally killing me. i just got to endure a few more weeks and then the real thing will get rolling and shaoling will have time for everyone! which is so great! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;tell me about your ambition. what do you really want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;doctor? teacher? lawyer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;they are all dreams when we were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;when reality hit us, we can't do what we want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;till now. i still don't know what i wanna be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;mom asked, "when you graduate, what are you going to be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;she asked that critical question and i realise that i am not studying what i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and yes, i don't like it. but IT leave me with no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;enough of all this dumb ass shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;p.s: suddenly, i want to be a photographer. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4406190159977229757?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4406190159977229757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4406190159977229757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4406190159977229757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4406190159977229757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-im-bored-and-got-nothing-to-do.html' title='and i&apos;m bored and got nothing to do.'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1228507355296637643</id><published>2007-03-14T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:59:58.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPDATES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>need to do some decent updates lah. haha. i am really super busy with FOC stuffs. and i know it bore all of you out there that i keep talking about FOC stuffs. but thats all i do during the holidays lah. haha. don't really have the time to go out and enjoy myself and stuffs. but still i'm happy with what i'm doing. and i enjoy it very much even though its tiring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm utterly sorry to those who ask me out but am not able to.&lt;br /&gt;actually i can meet you all for dinner de leh! ask me out for dinner lah!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm getting my results later. and i would be lying if i'm not worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. don't get so emo-shyt over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1228507355296637643?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1228507355296637643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1228507355296637643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1228507355296637643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1228507355296637643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1442716079335919295</id><published>2007-03-11T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:33:26.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIAL CAMP</title><content type='html'>alright, i'm back from trial camp but was too lazy to blog. so yea, now i'm free and rest-ed. so i can utter some nonsense here. its still the same old thing lah. which camp wasn't fun? you tell me lah. trial camp make me can't wait for the actual FOC to arrive. fun fun and more fun! i rikes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fishing yesterday. i swear i'll never go fishing again. -.- i don't have the patient to sit down there and wait for the fish to get hook. its so dumb. i rather go relac one corner.. haha. okaye, i think i'm beginning to feel sleepy again. lol. i don't wish to type any longer. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 3 more weeks to get ample of rest!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll shout and scream like i never did it before.&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1442716079335919295?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1442716079335919295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1442716079335919295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1442716079335919295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1442716079335919295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/trial-camp.html' title='TRIAL CAMP'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4200869616658105338</id><published>2007-03-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:46:11.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDSINMYHEAD'/><title type='text'>RUBBISHSHYT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;its obvious that you like the other than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you make it so obvious, kin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you said she always does the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and you always find fault in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh well, you always said people spoilt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but i think otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;full of weirdos in this supposedly beautiful world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home away for this coming week. :)&lt;br /&gt;i certainly will have fun. no doubts for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4200869616658105338?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4200869616658105338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4200869616658105338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4200869616658105338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4200869616658105338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/rubbishshyt.html' title='RUBBISHSHYT!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-7163834089178643867</id><published>2007-03-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:17:59.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='❤ LOVES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPDATES'/><title type='text'>what are you up to?</title><content type='html'>MEETINGS.&lt;br /&gt;TRIAL CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;MORE MEETINGS.&lt;br /&gt;ACTUAL FOC CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that practically occupy my whole holidays. but i din grumble okay. i love what i am doing even if i have to give up those late nights and my fav tv. btw, my group is call AGRAVAINE. (: i think i'm a damn good girl recently lah. i sleep early can. you wouldn't see me online at 2am like before already. which is pretty awesome cause i get to sleep early and everyone is happy! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update soon when i got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manymanymanymanylove for mister mtyj. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-7163834089178643867?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7163834089178643867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=7163834089178643867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7163834089178643867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7163834089178643867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-are-you-up-to.html' title='what are you up to?'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1692614867340562391</id><published>2007-02-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:02:44.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN =)'/><title type='text'>NEWYEAR-ed (:</title><content type='html'>i was busying collecting angbaos so i don't really have the time to update this already rusty online diary. ha. in short, i went around singapore collecting angbaos. looks like all my friends are located at the west. and going there and coming back was hell for me, i swear! my face is kinda screw-ed. hahaha. is peeling like don't know what shit already. at least, i'm tanned now. and dumb ass shit jackass sally called me salted fish. rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'll be spending my holidays with my fellow gls. i can foresee a hectic weeks coming up already. i got camp next week already. which is super bloody fast! tsk. i haven really enjoyed myself lah. i haven had enough sleep yet. oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icouldbeasuperhardcoregambler. (:&lt;br /&gt;still the same old words. amidst of all fun, i still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1692614867340562391?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1692614867340562391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1692614867340562391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1692614867340562391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1692614867340562391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/newyear-ed.html' title='NEWYEAR-ed (:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5148944594124917299</id><published>2007-02-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:59:28.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='❤ LOVES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEWYEAR'/><title type='text'>newyear (:</title><content type='html'>its a NEW YEAR! (:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my suspender! i dont know how to spell that. but u know those 2 strips thingy. yah lah. the "in" thing now. HOHOHO! i got that. (: i love that can. &lt;3 my mom saw that then she said "small kid ar". HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im in a very good mood now. cause i can feel the new year atmosphere already. but new year eve i din get to play mahjong, the feeling is very weird lah! 3 more mins and its NEW YEAR alrd. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm going to sleep tonight. HAHA! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5148944594124917299?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5148944594124917299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5148944594124917299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5148944594124917299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5148944594124917299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/newyear.html' title='newyear (:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4163057917750321597</id><published>2007-02-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:47:02.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='❤ LOVES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUSTFORLAUGH (:'/><title type='text'>hilarious</title><content type='html'>i had to blog this down before i hit those books. HAHAHA! is damn funny i tell u. i could have died laughing. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this small "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ba lu ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" on my forehead. and this "ba lu ku" came from my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"gei kiang"-ness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. this morning when i was about to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hit the sack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. in case you don't know, i need my mp3 with me before i could actually fall asleep. so i had this new song "high school never ends" uploaded in my gadget. so i wanted to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;listen to that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; before i sleep. so i was kinda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;playing with my device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and i thought i walked straight can. i walk and walk and walk. for god sake, its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pitch dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a small tool and knock myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;against the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i wanted to laugh at myself loud this morning. and excuse me, its 5am in the morning. i don't want to disturb my family. so i kept to myself and was grinning away and trying to rub my PAINFUL "ba lu ku" on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while watching that "xuete" show. i told my sister about what happen to me this morning. then she told me about when i was young i think about 4? 5? and she was 5 yrs older than me. so so at that time, we were at istean and we went to some sort of playground at istean (you know those small slides and all.) my sister was told to look after me and prevent me from climbing up and down. so i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLIMBED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! my sister didn't stop me. and yes! i&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my head down. so i got this HUGE "ba lu ku". and i was crying damn loudly then and all eyes were on me. so my mom came and asked my sister what happen. of course, she claimed that i didn't climb up high and i trip and fall. then my mom knew that she was lying lurh. trip and fall got big "ba lu ku" de meh? hahaha. is damn hilarious i tell you. the best is yet to come. so we went on talking about our childhood and what injuries are we prone to. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis told me about hers. she read a book then. about some wolf trying to eat a chicken up lah. i never read that book before. and the wolf is trying to make the chicken giddy. so is either the wolf spin himself to make the chicken giddy OR the wolf spin the chicken giddy. either one. i don't know. the funniest part is my sis didn't believe that spinning can actually make one giddy. for god sake, she was 8 then. -.- so she spin herself in the room and she got giddy and fell and knock herself against the edge of the table. and please, that table's edge was pointed. ROFL, LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing like mad lah. is so god damn funny. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye, end of story. i need to hit the books already! (:&lt;br /&gt;FUNNYFUNNYFUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4163057917750321597?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4163057917750321597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4163057917750321597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4163057917750321597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4163057917750321597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/hilarious.html' title='hilarious'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3799562797155358075</id><published>2007-02-14T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:27:00.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHYTHMN'/><title type='text'>studyisnotthatboringafterall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS - BOWLING FOR SOUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Four years you think for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That's all you've got to endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All the total dicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All the stuck up chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So superficial, so immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then when you graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This is the sam as where i just came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I thought it was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aw that's just great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High School never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Check out the popular kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You'll never guess what Jessica did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How did Mary Kate lose all that weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And Katie had a baby so i guess Tom's straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And the only thing that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is climbing up that social ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Still care about your hair and the car you drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She's the prom queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bill Gates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Captain of the chess team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jack Black, the clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Brad Pitt, the quarterback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I want my money back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The whole damn world is just as obessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who's in the clubs and who's on the drugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who's throwing up before they even digest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you're still listening to the same shit you did back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And i still don't have the right look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And i still have the same three friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And i'm pretty much the same as i was back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High school never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here we go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is pretty much fun. its true as well. after one phase of schooling journey. we'll still talk about those shit we did in school. the pretty babes are with who now. those hunks that we drool for are with so-and-so (sadly, my school doesn't have any hunks. which is very sad lurh!) who isn't a virgins anymore (get shock for hell lots of times but i'm immune to it already. you had sex before? oooh okay. my reaction ain't that HUGE anymore.) who's the rich kid. (will try to befriend with him/her. C'MON LAH. who don't?) some people are just a mess. (i have to agree!!) till now, i still don't have the right looks. my friends are pretty much the same old bunches. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song. ask me for it and i shall send it to you! HAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a good mood today. so that explains why i am still not hitting the sack when its already 420a.m. i am super awake can!! HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, once again. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;i got a date with ELS. ):&lt;br /&gt;ELS, you better be NICE to ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3799562797155358075?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3799562797155358075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3799562797155358075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3799562797155358075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3799562797155358075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/studyisnotthatboringafterall.html' title='studyisnotthatboringafterall.'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5048171230286684333</id><published>2007-02-14T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:26:12.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='❤ LOVES'/><title type='text'>valentine (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to all those lovely doveys out there. have an everlasting love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to all singles. find ur everlasting love soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to all 03. screw ELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to all darlings. you should know how much i love all 6 of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to BEV/MEL. la-kopi session soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to all and all. HAPPY VALENTINE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss marktan/lazypiggy/love/dearest/dearie very very very much. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5048171230286684333?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5048171230286684333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5048171230286684333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5048171230286684333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5048171230286684333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine.html' title='valentine (:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8841012673756366692</id><published>2007-02-13T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:02:08.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMOSHIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDSINMYHEAD'/><title type='text'>and of all those regrets.</title><content type='html'>i read her post.&lt;br /&gt;had some kind of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i did better in the past.&lt;br /&gt;so that i could wear an uniform for another 2 more years.&lt;br /&gt;but it had all become nothing but a regret.&lt;br /&gt;those bonds i had in the past, i din cherish.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i did better and enter a college.&lt;br /&gt;im happy for my juniors who did so well for their O's&lt;br /&gt;and they leave me with so much regrets.&lt;br /&gt;had dream of wearing that beautiful attire&lt;br /&gt;but i never work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll only grumble once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;cause this is life, i have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is one of my many regrets in the past.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't possibly look back and keep on self-approaching myself.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know i'm optimistic enough to move on. (:&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not, i think i'll no longer be here anymore. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis have a lot of influence on me.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i get influenced easily.&lt;br /&gt;to have dream of entering a jc&lt;br /&gt;partially is because both of them enter one.&lt;br /&gt;and leave me with the idea of "jiejie in jc, i must go jc too"&lt;br /&gt;morever, both of them are the eldest in the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;since both of them went to jc and none went to poly.&lt;br /&gt;so its natural that i think jc is a better place for me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know nuts about poly then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've just made a decision. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8841012673756366692?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8841012673756366692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8841012673756366692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8841012673756366692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8841012673756366692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-of-all-those-regrets.html' title='and of all those regrets.'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4002660627514464736</id><published>2007-02-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:22:46.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>and finally we can have a lil bit more to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;but still we got to hang on that lil bit more for the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4002660627514464736?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4002660627514464736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4002660627514464736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4002660627514464736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4002660627514464736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3882772606217410442</id><published>2007-02-07T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:23:49.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDSINMYHEAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOTWELL ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no good, i'm not feeling well. and i don't like it when i'm sick during the most crucial period. there is a need to study and i want to study very much but nothing seems to get in. i lost concentration somewhere. which is very bad cause i don't wanna repeat any modules.&lt;br /&gt;for once, let me get well and study hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;dearest, i guess u have no idea how much i miss u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3882772606217410442?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3882772606217410442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3882772606217410442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3882772606217410442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3882772606217410442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-good-im-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4932518620886119263</id><published>2007-02-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:24:42.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDSINMYHEAD'/><title type='text'>putwhateveryouwanthere,icannotbebothered.</title><content type='html'>i din know i was so fucking rich when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;was spring cleaning yst then i was cleaning my discs which were collecting tons n tons of dust. -.- my sis told me "if you din spent your fortune on these, you can very well afford a few more crumpler." basket. idk why i bought so much cds for what?! listen for a few times, rip it to the computer. then i put there for it to collect dust. i paid 20 bucks each just for it to collect dust. GREAT JOB, AHLIANG!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading those past posts never fail to bring memories back.&lt;br /&gt;we were young and naive then.&lt;br /&gt;how time changes us to what we are now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed by how much we have changed.&lt;br /&gt;from the way we type our post, things we blog.&lt;br /&gt;i used to type like this. "ello, how r u ar? 2day 1 2 go out anot?" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;and i post meaningless stuffs. like wth lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i got flu like again. -.- duh~&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep already. RAH!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4932518620886119263?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4932518620886119263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4932518620886119263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4932518620886119263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4932518620886119263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/putwhateveryouwanthereicannotbebothered.html' title='putwhateveryouwanthere,icannotbebothered.'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1958172636009924827</id><published>2007-02-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:43:10.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>springcleaning-.-</title><content type='html'>looks like everyone has to do this every year. yes, spring cleaning. and you don't know how much i hate it. i was sleeping so soundly today. then my sis came over and make a comment that i am always sleeping when she comes over. ok, thats true. she thinks i din hear it. my people know what a light sleeper i am. so yea, i heard it sis!! but it wasn't her who woke me up. is my mom! she came at my bed side and said "ah ling ar, help me iron clothes okay!" wth, right beside my bed. kinda scream. i WOKE up this time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed up. drank water. out i went.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe! i went to NTUC with jiejies. HOHO! she got car, i got to travel around in car. (: bought all those new year goodies. oh man, you don't know how hungry i am. (bloody hell, my sis got waffles to eat now! WHY?!) i am tempted to go and open all those goodies and fill up my stomach, but i can't lah. i got no more money to replenish those stuffs if i start eating them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREN won the superstar. and he deserve it. uh-huh. he is my friend's friend's cousin. ta shi shuai de lor. he can sing, can dance, got looks. what more do you want?!?!? but he got that cocky-ness in him. HAHAHA! which i don't quite like it. i still prefer superband leh. hahahah!! KNS! I FORGOT TO WATCH DANCEFLOOR AGAIN. i want to see WONGLILIN! she is pretty de lor. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore won the ASEAN cup for don't know what reasons. -.- i know the thais deserve to win but i am still a SINGAPOREAN and i am happy that SG won. i don't know why but i like to blog about my daily stuffs now which is what a blog is suppose to be right?! online diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now watching MANUTD match.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i haven started studying.&lt;br /&gt;i can predict that i am going to die.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to repeat any of the moduless!! NOOOOOOO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1958172636009924827?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1958172636009924827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1958172636009924827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1958172636009924827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1958172636009924827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/springcleaning.html' title='springcleaning-.-'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3481090696515474403</id><published>2007-02-03T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T04:16:14.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;HELL LOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy another pair of heels cause i wanna walk like a lady. or perhaps learn how to walk like a lady. OK OK! i know i've been MAN for quite sometimes. and the time has ripe and i'm going to be a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lady&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM is over. and its really dumb to have a test for this module. i merely &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bullshitted&lt;/span&gt; in LT 58 from 5pm to 6pm. i took 1 hour to bullshit. and my hand was sore after all those bullshitting. i told my sis that i bullshitted. then she bloody hell haolian to me saying "i bullshit can get A de leh, you can anot?" lets see lah. see whose bullshitting skill better. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh, my erjie just said that she will sponsor my crumpler bag. and and i've to wait until MAY which is so damn bloody long. she is going to sponsor 50 bucks only. -.- better than nothing. i'll try to persuade her to sponsor more. heh! thats is one good thing about being the youngest. she suggest asking my dajie for sponsorship. hehe! i scare de. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my panasonic phone VS2 &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;. -.- i am so sad cause it possess my fav game in it. rahh. now i can't make calls through that phone though it wouldn't kill but what if there is some emergency and they cannot call me? so i used my spare phone. sigh. i need to buy a new phone. and i need to wait till MAY again. for this, i found sponsorship too. my dad is going to sponsor. hehe. my dad dotes on me the most because i'm the youngest and i remember him saying that mom dotes on erjie and he dotes on me. what about dajie? cause she is too "ba dao" so i think thats why my mom grow to be a lil bit scare of her. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vday&lt;/span&gt; is coming. it has not been a special occasion for me. and will never be. hey c'mon lah, if the couple are really happy together and love each other deeply. everyday is Vday okay. my perspective of love has changed. i used to think that their is forever in love. and i can really love a person till death do us apart. but i guess i was wrong. utterly wrong. changes are constant so does love. i see not a need to pledge my love for whosoever. the three words are so easy to say but yet do you really say it to the people that you love? i love my parents but i never say "wo ai ni" to them. i cannot bring myself to say it at the face of a person. or maybe the right person is not here yet. aha! watched the peak at 9 just now. and saw what tianjun said to xiaoyang. "tend to overlook someone so close to you" &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;somehow true, somewhat not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep cause i catch a wink or two just now.&lt;br /&gt;and its like 4am already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna sleep till 2 later. RAH!&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm going shopping later. muahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I SHALL FIND SOMETHING FOR MYSELF TO DO FOR THE TIME BEING.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog sometime short and sweet and it turns out to be such a long post.&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;!! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how are you doing lately?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still think of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when will you give your assurance again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i don't know whether to move on or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3481090696515474403?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3481090696515474403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3481090696515474403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3481090696515474403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3481090696515474403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5502686865004659657</id><published>2007-02-01T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T03:53:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.ijustfuckingbullshittedsomecraps</title><content type='html'>hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm up to lately. i guess i'm just very lazy to blog. (: not much ups happening. not much downs too. so this is what they call smooth-sailing. :D but but, exams are coming lurhh. my people know how much i loathe studying. but still i must study. double sian-ness. school is always fun to me. the journey back and fro to school is the best part. i didn't mention that i love taking long bus ride right? during the ride. the best thing is u can sleep. cause my journey to school is always so long. and and when the class go to town or whatsoever, the journey is long too. so i'll always catch a wink or two. which can be quite shiok sometimes. i've been saving money for don't know what shit. i got 60 odd bucks with marilyn already which is quite an achievement for me cause you know what a spendthrift and materialistic girl i am. so i saved. and i am thinking of getting yet another crumpler bag which is quite dumb cause i already owned one and the only reason why i want another is that i need a bigger one so that i can stuff everything inside and the bag wouldn't look so FAT! and the one that i want is the black one. you know that one ALL BLACK one. yea, that one. if anyone can get me that, i think i'll love that person 10 times more. any secret admirers? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom ask me out shopping tomorrow. (: children know its the best when we are out shopping with parents. i am sure my mom will call me a blood-sucker tomorrow. muahaha! (: i am very awake now. and i don't know what to do. IWD project, left a bit only. aiyah, i think tomorrow then i complete it. cause FRIDAY is the deadline already. so tomorrow, die die must complete. dumb subra, i am not going to miss him can. seriously, not most teachers deserve my miss-es. only a few. like MISSONG who left us when we are primary 5 (though she is fierce but i like her way of teaching us maths.) MRSLIM (my fabulous form teacher who teaches everything when i am facing the first hurdle of life.) i don't miss any teachers in my secondary school, its the students that i miss. ooh ooh, i miss MRBENEDICTTAN lurh. my best teacher ever. LOL! sadly, he has to leave us for GANENGSENG. :( and its very demoralising when he left and MRGOH came in. and i'm still quite amazed by how we actually anti him right from the beginning and still manage to do quite well for our chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite amazing how much we have all change. i know i've change quite a lot. i think my angmoh has become more and more power already. and i cannot find a fucking reason why. but hey, its a good thing what. and for one reason or another, i know my standard of AHEM has kinda change to. aiyah, you know i know what i mean. so don't bother ELABORATING. i can't pronounce some long words which i don't fucking know why also. haha. like the one which i just captalise. i think it cracks everyone up once i try to say this word out quick and fast. okay, for sometimes, i am really dumb ok. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i think i bullshitted quite enough. take 2 or 3 days to read this post. cause i wouldn't be updating as often. unless unless. some fuckinghandsomeangmoh try to know me lah. which is mere 0%. and its very sad to hear that. LOL LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now till then. BYEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i've missed you quite terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5502686865004659657?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5502686865004659657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5502686865004659657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5502686865004659657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5502686865004659657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/02/hiijustfuckingbullshittedsomecraps.html' title='hi.ijustfuckingbullshittedsomecraps'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1298568211828053025</id><published>2007-01-28T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T04:07:48.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ironbirds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i visited love today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp; i wanna work there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where all my loves are; iron birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the place which i truly wanted to be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i shouldn't have listen to my sis when it comes to choosing of courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i should have just follow what i really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i am trying to give myself another chance to do what i really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i guess the only way to do it, is to study real fucking hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;subra's module is ohsodamnfuckingboringandwesodontlikeit. but when it comes to doing his project, its soohgodamnfuckingfun. janice wong shi yun will have to agree with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when it comes to tennis, i still prefer the williams than maria. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my eyes is not getting any better. its as red as ever. i need a doc soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;if i had a choice again, i'll choose again.&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;its just that now i know what i want,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll know what to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i remember when you fell in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i could not believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;that it was not with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i sent a secret prayer up above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;and put my heart away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;so that you could be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;and i know that right now you're broken into two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;but did you know my heart's been broken since that day i met you.&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/4304826999428863207-1298568211828053025?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1298568211828053025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1298568211828053025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1298568211828053025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1298568211828053025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/ironbirds.html' title='ironbirds'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8796730160403729214</id><published>2007-01-23T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:37:16.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODYhell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blood shot eyes lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;its either something wrong with my lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;or i'm not getting enough sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;really, i got nothing to blog about lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh oh, its great to see THEM again. (:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8796730160403729214?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8796730160403729214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8796730160403729214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8796730160403729214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8796730160403729214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/bloodyhell.html' title='BLOODYhell'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5462148681514917334</id><published>2007-01-22T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:58:09.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not good</title><content type='html'>chelsea lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;man utd won.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, van persie destroyed my mood. henry too. supposedly a 9 points gap. reduce to 7 points. and now 6 points. every man utd fans are feeling darn sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;am not looking forward to school.&lt;br /&gt;but am looking forward to meeting at 6pm later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5462148681514917334?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5462148681514917334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5462148681514917334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5462148681514917334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5462148681514917334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-good.html' title='not good'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8756648842927085712</id><published>2007-01-21T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:39:19.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes? no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm thinking about whether to buy yet another birkenstock or not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, momo. i need a new pair of shoe for new year.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought birkenstock could be the ideal one.&lt;br /&gt;60 odd. hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8756648842927085712?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8756648842927085712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8756648842927085712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8756648842927085712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8756648842927085712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-no_21.html' title='yes? no?'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6084427286705543481</id><published>2007-01-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:00:47.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;home away. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cheebyebye chalet.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6084427286705543481?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6084427286705543481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6084427286705543481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6084427286705543481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6084427286705543481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/walk-away.html' title='walk away'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-309730041576146433</id><published>2007-01-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:37:47.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm not doing enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i shouldn't have this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i ought to do what i'm suppose to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this can't go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no, this ain't about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don't wish to speak too clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thats when i leave you with suspense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDlLty769I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1xXOeyJUKXc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021765573952662482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDlLty769I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1xXOeyJUKXc/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDkx9y768I/AAAAAAAAABw/2dGJnk3O8Ds/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021765131571030978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDkx9y768I/AAAAAAAAABw/2dGJnk3O8Ds/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDko9y767I/AAAAAAAAABo/mb-vwkauv-g/s1600-h/SUNKISS+0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021764976952208306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDko9y767I/AAAAAAAAABo/mb-vwkauv-g/s320/SUNKISS+0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4304826999428863207-309730041576146433?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/309730041576146433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=309730041576146433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/309730041576146433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/309730041576146433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomly.html' title='randomly.'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RbDlLty769I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1xXOeyJUKXc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-850213232895421479</id><published>2007-01-18T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T03:13:18.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moment like this</title><content type='html'>skipped econs lecture. cause i wanna sleep more. and i know that even if i went for the lecture, i will end up sleeping in th LT. so i made a not so wise decision   to continue sleeping. i'm afraid every wednesday will be like this. is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch up with the girls and boy yesterday. moment like that are always great. we din talk about our schoolworks. we catch up and i really mean catch up. haha. we got a lot to catch up with. once, when all of us except 2 were attached. now, all have broke up except one. haha. you know who you are. how amazing when different people from different backgrounds of different characters can become such besties. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always turning in in wee hours is not good. people are just like that. even though, we know that its not good, we still go ahead and do it. how weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-850213232895421479?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/850213232895421479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=850213232895421479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/850213232895421479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/850213232895421479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/moment-like-this.html' title='moment like this'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3884326271283193785</id><published>2007-01-16T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:12:18.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"i wanna call, but then i stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cause after all, i just couldn't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cause if your play was to push me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you know the day, my heart you'd break it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3884326271283193785?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3884326271283193785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3884326271283193785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3884326271283193785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3884326271283193785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-call-but-then-i-stall-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1412044229880166569</id><published>2007-01-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:57:59.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE' WONG?</title><content type='html'>i realised i haven't been blogging about what im doing recently. HAHAHA! blogger is suppose to be an online journal and im going to blog about whats suppose to be in a journal now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiyun Janice claims that i'm high recently. eh c'mon lah. i am always so high! basket you.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE' WONG?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE' VAN?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE' TEO?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE' NG?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE' CHEONG?&lt;br /&gt;just because i login to janiesh's mel and i din see her surname and i start making a fuss over "WHERE THE FUCK IS WONG?" "WONG WHERE?" yesterday. that explain why janiesh thinks that im high. okay, nvm. even the ELS lecturer thinks that i'm high on drugs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was really a good girl. i did my quiz-es. and hey, i did well okay. fucking full marks for ELS quiz hor! mai siao siao. see, now all come and ask me to help them do. give me your ID, PASS and $5 LOL! i am selling my answers! i spend my whole night doing it okay. basket. i had been sleeping for the weekend. with this kind of weather. woohoo! damn fucking nice. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, is monday. and i am a PUI KIA too. HAHA! i ate and ate and ate and ate like there is no tomorrow. with janiESH puikia too. HAHAHA! so we went shopping and i bought a shirt of momo. (: i know, i guai kia. guai kia cum pui kia. i walked until my leg damn fucking soar. HAHAHA! nevertheless, i plan for my night. i plan to bathe, tv, tutorials, tv, tutorials, tv then sleep.. HAHA! i did go according to plan initially. and yes, i deleted the tutorials part. lols! i swear i'll finish my law tutorials sooner. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom loves that shirt and i know when your daughter bought you things,&lt;br /&gt;you will be darn happy.&lt;br /&gt;so children, get your momo something! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1412044229880166569?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1412044229880166569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1412044229880166569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1412044229880166569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1412044229880166569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-wong.html' title='WHERE&apos; WONG?'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1820248004598476361</id><published>2007-01-15T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T02:24:46.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Did you think I'd forget?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd surrender myself to persuade you to let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i had been a good girl, why cant you be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1820248004598476361?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1820248004598476361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1820248004598476361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1820248004598476361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1820248004598476361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3556253656910697516</id><published>2007-01-14T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:37:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and its random (:</title><content type='html'>im bored. so im going to post some random entry. HAHAHA! wawabahujanicewongshiyun is dancing at MOS. bloody hell. don't always go clubbing leh. wait for me can anot? like 10 months more only what. cannot wait is it? chicken neh neh. lols! by the time i turn 18, i think my mom will be worried. lols. you know i know why. don't bother to elaborate. lol lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be at rongjun hse and playing mahjong. haha. but im lazy to go down to the other side of singapore and sit there and see them mahjong. so dumb. cause i know i wun play. lols lols. i'll just sleep there. hahaha. so today i din actually go according to my plan. was suppose to go shopping alone. but i decided to sleep in. so i slept. hahaha! okay, imagine i wake up at 1. then went to sleep again at 3. and slept all the way to 8. this explained why i'm not tired yet at 2am. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog hop and i saw an entry stating that past is important too. don't ever mention that "don't bother about the past" and that exactly my sentiments too. past, present, future are all equally important. you cannot forsake any of them. what you are today, is shaped by your past. and what you are now, will decide your shape in the future. so your future will be shaped by your present. SEE! they link. yes, people may have ugly past and no one wants to look back. but that ugly past of yours may very well be one of the important lesson that you once learnt. and you need it to reflect. people tend to bother about one's partner past. they don't really bother about your family/friends' past. you can accept a friend who has ugly past but why not your friend's partner who has an ugly past? the reason has to be that you are afraid that your friend will not be what he is now. i don't quite understand what im typing already. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;istilldomisshimverymuch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;butithinkwhatshesaidistruetoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sonowiguessifiguredout,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nowiknow,iwontbothertrying (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3556253656910697516?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3556253656910697516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3556253656910697516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3556253656910697516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3556253656910697516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-its-random.html' title='and its random (:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8539001709725461739</id><published>2007-01-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:11:05.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isolation</title><content type='html'>decided to isolate myself.&lt;br /&gt;shopping alone can be real fun.&lt;br /&gt;so i am going to shop alone.&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing to settle down awhile.&lt;br /&gt;and when the time ripe, i'll start it again.&lt;br /&gt;so i am not going to do anymore stupid dumb things on the street alrd.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be abnormal for once.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got this little bit of my project left. and i just don't wanna go and finish it up. haha! just the difference only. LOL! still, im lazy. just because the deadline has been push back. its raining for &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. rained for 24 hours. and you know when it rain, shaoling become super lazy and super love to sleep. hahaha! so i sleep till 1+ HAHAHA! this kind of weather damn nice to sleep in lah. now i'm tired again lah. wahpiang eh. lols! super cool. such a nice weather. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to shop alone later. hahaha! nope, i don't feel lonely. HAHAHA! i just want to shop alone. you know, shopping at your own pace. its just pure pleasure lah. you don't understand de lah. unless you all go try doing things alone lah. one day, i will watch a movie alone. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm a bit gila now.&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8539001709725461739?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8539001709725461739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8539001709725461739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8539001709725461739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8539001709725461739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/isolation.html' title='isolation'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6651991924826528924</id><published>2007-01-12T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T03:38:44.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B U S Y</title><content type='html'>i never felt so busy before.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i understand the meaning of busy this time round.&lt;br /&gt;projects stink. they really do.&lt;br /&gt;they can tear people apart.&lt;br /&gt;make people stay up till &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;  hours which is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm about that, i was super pissed off today. i talk back to my dad which is something i always tell myself not to do so. because he speaks real loud and i dont like that face of his whenever he start to quarrel. but well, i cant take it anymore. so i talked back. nevermind about the root of the problem. i hated my dad for today. why din i have more of my mom's genes? one good thing i inherited from my mom is that i can laugh at the slightest things. HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become real quiet at home. and i really mean quiet. look like i've grown. but not that UP yet. if you understand what i mean. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6651991924826528924?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6651991924826528924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6651991924826528924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6651991924826528924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6651991924826528924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/b-u-s-y.html' title='B U S Y'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-9056378316065914022</id><published>2007-01-09T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:37:05.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"i used to have beautiful dreams about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but it had come crashing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;now, dreams of you ain't sweet anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something's wrong with your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it won't think of me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was it all a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me why was i such a chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;broken bottles empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cut my mouth so i can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-9056378316065914022?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9056378316065914022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=9056378316065914022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9056378316065914022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9056378316065914022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-anymore.html' title='not anymore'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6531663876162837258</id><published>2007-01-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:59:11.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN?</title><content type='html'># can my darling mp3 faster fill up his battery?&lt;br /&gt;# can my dearest hair dry up faster?&lt;br /&gt;# can man utd just score one more goal?&lt;br /&gt;# can i have a massage?&lt;br /&gt;# can i have more CANs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! okay, im very tired already.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6531663876162837258?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6531663876162837258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6531663876162837258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6531663876162837258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6531663876162837258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/can.html' title='CAN?'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2093933220795679409</id><published>2007-01-06T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:13:27.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>its the weekend! i think i'll be coping myself up in my room and just watch teevee and sleep all day long. what a great plan! YAY! &amp; i can save many many bucks too. i bought too many new clothes this year and mom told me this "eh, you new year buy one set of new clothes can liao." mama ah, new year got 15 days leh. you want me buy one set only. -.- actually, i want new year to faster faster come. put aside those angbaos, i want to have a dinner around that table as a family! its been such a long long long time since we had a decent meal around that table. turn back time leh. i wish i was young again. muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired yst that i actually stone during dinner with young &amp;amp; company. i was so quiet that night. i think they are not used to it and can sense my tiredness. hahaha. thats one exception only. i am usually not that quiet lah. i think im really really tired. haha. i end up sleeping on my sofa with the intention of wanting to watch teevee. my sofa is that comfortable. i leave my com on which is a waste of electricity lah. haha. my sis don't even bother to help me off it. -.- nvm abt that. i shut my com and run to my bed and *poof* i fall asleep straight. its nice to be able to fall asleep once you lie on the bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, im done with one project! such yayness! im gg to give myself a lil break and tb all the way. then tml, i'll do my other project. rahh.. nobody love projects. i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more billy bombers for one month. im sick of it already. go marche next time leh. (:&lt;br /&gt;check out the new song that my blog is playing. i think its darn difficult to sing that song. HAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2093933220795679409?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2093933220795679409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2093933220795679409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2093933220795679409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2093933220795679409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4061801115512341003</id><published>2007-01-05T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T03:14:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the sack</title><content type='html'>i cant sleep,&lt;br /&gt;this is what we call insomnia. (as if you don't know. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;i hate this very much.&lt;br /&gt;so want to sleep but i cant&lt;br /&gt;nope, i ain't thinking about anything&lt;br /&gt;but maybe im just lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;have i told you guys that my 6th senses are darn accurate.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like the instinct that im having right now.&lt;br /&gt;never mind what is that.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my house for god sake.&lt;br /&gt;i think its dirty. literally&lt;br /&gt;i am tired&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for god sake. for once, let me sleep when i so wanna sleep and forget about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW PRETTY EYES TODAY. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-4061801115512341003?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4061801115512341003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4061801115512341003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4061801115512341003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4061801115512341003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/hit-sack.html' title='hit the sack'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2311762072282974047</id><published>2007-01-04T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:11:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;"the only way to let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;is for me to meet a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;and then, thats when i really walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;you let go first din you? or is it otherwise?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects are literally killing me. just kill me puh-lease. i don't love projects. who love projects anyway? new year; projects piling up. its suffocating me. never mind about those crazy nights. i know i'll have more n more nights in there for me. i made a small promise to myself. promises are meant to be kept; meant to be broken. still, people make empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am stating thrash above. i don't know what the fuck got into me. just a bit more, and i'll be done with it. still, i don't wanna do it. why does god make men like this? sometimes, i really wish i never exist. if mom really got brainwashed by the government 18 years ago. i guess i'll not be here. the idea of wanting a boy got into dad, thats why he insist on wanting to let me out and see the world. if not, i'll very well be dead 18 years ago. how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imissmybrother. though he never really see the world. but still, he was meant to be my brother. i wonder if my mom misses him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is really fair. really, i mean it. he is fair. just go observe those people around you. you will really believe that god is fair. people don't own you a living. you had to work hard all by urself. want a big apartment? go work and save. envy people who are born rich? you think that money is just everything? think again. despise people who are poor? you never know how satisfied they are with their life. want a girl but couldn't get her? you think that there is only a girl living in this world? i just don't understand why one's life just evolve around another person. c'mon, you got your own life. you don't live for others! she doesn't love you, okay. get over with it and find other girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not seem to be a possesive person. but i know every girl has this possesive thingy inside her. and i just got to know mine. i realise that im possesive too. and i really don't like it. its bad for a relationship you know. i do get jealous. yes, i do. but i always have this belief that a couple shouldn't see each other 24/7. cause i'll be bored seeing the same guy for 24/7. i have my friends. i need my friends as much as i need him. but then again, when we din get in touch for quite some time. i still wonder what you are doing, who are you with, are you happy? i have to confess. im jealous when i saw what she wrote to you. guess all i need now is assurance. assure me that you still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets skype. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2311762072282974047?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2311762072282974047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2311762072282974047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2311762072282974047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2311762072282974047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-fair.html' title='is fair'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5199444554425668409</id><published>2007-01-03T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:00:31.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>istillthinkofyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;in the midst of all fun, i still think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i know i'll remember you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5199444554425668409?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5199444554425668409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5199444554425668409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5199444554425668409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5199444554425668409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/istillthinkofyou.html' title='istillthinkofyou'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-9083092952587410020</id><published>2007-01-01T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:10:18.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERY HANDSOMES/BEAUTIES! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its year 2007. and im on this earth for like 17 years? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night/this morning was fun fun fun fun fun. i swear i'll never go and watch something for 15mins. and to get there u have to squeeze squeeze squeeze and to get out u also have to squeeze squeeze squeeze. and that something is what we call fireworks. i am so reluctant to go. but some kuku head insist to go there and we have to like stand there for 1 hr before we actually get to see those beautiful moments which lasted for 15 mins or even less. okay, sucha ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after those squeezing, we head of to billy's house. woah. its fun i tell you. we drank like 2 and 1/2 bottle of alcholic drinks. ooh-la-la. i drank quite alot. my face was super red. hahaha. i drank but im not drunk. slept abit. then home sweet home. oh yah, i swear i'll never married anyone who snores. if my guy really snores, just kill me please. cause i'm actually a light sleeper and i can wake up at the slightest sound made. so these two guys in the room snores and snores. i almost wanted to throw my pillow at their face and made them shut up. its only when i think i got enough sleep and i couldn't take those snorings anymore then i went downstairs again. haha. never put a guy who is drunk on the same bed with a girl. vodka with green tea ain't so bad. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know what, lying down at the sofa half dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i actually couldn't quite remember how you look like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and boy, you know what. i am actually very drained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't wish to continue this anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am really weary of this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i suddenly realise something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my affection for you is not as strong as ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe maybe. we'll be better off as friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what the fuck my mom is thinking. i think she is afraid that i can't find a boyfriend. she keep asking me whether do i really hang out with the opposite gender. for god sake, last night there were only like 6 girls and hell lots of boys. and out of this 6, 2 are already attached. so mom, tell me do i hang out with boys? i am normal okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOODBYE 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you leave me with many many many memorables memories. and i swear i'll never forget '06. that is when a new phase of my life started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;drink drank &lt;s&gt;drunk&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i am really a midnight lady. (:&lt;br /&gt;i shall not try to not to be a midnight lady anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-9083092952587410020?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9083092952587410020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=9083092952587410020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9083092952587410020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9083092952587410020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-2007.html' title='HELLO 2007'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8328142248631187419</id><published>2006-12-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:30:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two-oh-oh-seven</title><content type='html'>0420 edit*/&lt;br /&gt;janice asked me to blog more since its the last day of 2006. ok whatever. lets see. this year isn't really a good year. and those around me should know what shit happen to me. or rather around me. so so so. 2006 is a okok year for me lah. haha. my sis got married. some sickness struck my godma. i broke up with my boyfriend. i merely scape through sem 1. and am struggling with sem 2. met lots of new and fun people. had had a cheena boss -.- not anymore. much misses for people in bendemeer secondary school. had this cake smashing/egg cracking thingy on my b'dae. had many stayover at friends house. mommy had become more relax with me on where i am going and who i am out with (she had always been that way. even she don't let me out, i'll still change and go out. HA!) is just that i just need to tell her where i am going and whether i'll be home tonight or not and she will let me go. (: 2nd sis not at home for a period of time. no she din ran away. she stayed at the hostel. had this little niece visiting us. hongkong-ed. i guess year 2006 must be the most happening year in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;p.s: i use skype but i don't talk cause i never have a liking for phone calls. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolution(s)? okay. i think i know now. i need to find a man. cause my mom say so. she said to me this morning "year 2007 liao, you will be 18. so its high time for you to find a boy." okay, mom gave approval alrd. so i can officially go on man hunt. HAHA! my cute weird mama. actually, it doesn't matter if i really have a boyfriend or not. (: the thing that i really really wanna do when i turn one-eight is that i wanna go clubbing. hahaha. when you can club, you need not think of where to hang out when the night falls. cause you know singapore really has nothing to do at night. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on the bus doing my "curry pok" hair. then this cute young boy turn around and see what i'm doing. and he showed this "WOW! THIS-JIEJIE-HOW-COME-DO-THE-HAIR-LIKE-THAT FACE". so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea drop 2 points and man utd is leading by 6 points. oleh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how're you doing, my dear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you're a child, you believe&lt;br /&gt;you can be anything you wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;go wherever you wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;there are no limits.&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in magic.&lt;br /&gt;then you grow older and that innocence is shattered.&lt;br /&gt;the reality of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gets in the way and&lt;br /&gt;you're hit by the realisation that you can't be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;that you might have to settle for a little bit less."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8328142248631187419?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8328142248631187419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8328142248631187419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8328142248631187419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8328142248631187419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-oh-oh-seven.html' title='two-oh-oh-seven'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5649110595857651660</id><published>2006-12-29T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:42:02.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring (:</title><content type='html'>this may very well be the most boring day i could ever had. i laze around. i read book! that wonderful storyline which makes me wanna continue reading on. everytime i read this kinda book (romance), i always wished that i don't live in singapore and am a blonde and had this loving angmoh boyfriend cohabiting together. HAHA! this is all nothing but a dream. you really wish to be the leading character in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i dont really wish to get married. hahaha! i know its a little too early to say this kind of things. but you know, when you are young and naive. you will always have these thought "hey! i want to marry who and who. earning big big bucks. living in some 3 storeys high apartment. having maids. how many kids you want to have. holding some professional jobs." *snap* sometimes, things just don't go the way you want to. i am not a lists person. who follows things on plan. cause i always believe unforeseen circumstances always happen and "ta-dah" it just disrupt your whole plan. and all your hardwork will go down the drain. so whats the point of having plans? school times, teachers always want us to come up with study plan. how many of us really follow? i don't follow for god sake. i just anyhow blabber on that shit piece of paper to please the teachers so that i wouldn't get any scoldings or worst still DC. HAHA! now at this stage of life, saving plan does come up. but uh-huh, when something really nice appear, i really forgo my saving plans and go ahead and buy those things i like. and i can be really broke once i got my hand on that. and i hate to blabber on. cause it bores me and i think you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i got bestie like "ALEX" in that novel and they fall in love with each other without knowing. and god damn it, ALEX is smart, he is a doctor, studied in harvard. HAHA! make up character are always so perfect. just like LUKE in SHOPAHOLIC series. HAHA! why din god make me up to be such a perfect character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am not a home person. i cant stay at home for 24hrs. its driving me crazy alrd. lol. i need some spark in my life. i hate having this kind of life. haha. maybe things will turn round next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! anyway, someone who is fucking working for dont know how many fucking years had actually asked me to share the cost of a "da bao" fried oyster with her. and that bloody packet of meal cost only 5 bucks. how idiotic can she be? for god sake, she doesn't need to support anyone. can't she just bloody treat a 17 yrs old young adult? blardie hell. stingy arse. i don't know how to reply her when she bring up that question. i may very well post another entry when the owls are out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and boy, you don't know how much i miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;edit*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you i'll write more. haha. cause more n more thoughts came. and i love to type it out. i don't know why people like to say things that people don't love to listen. i alrd told my mom that i loathe her saying that. but still she just blabbers on. and you know what i did. i plug in my earphone and totally ignore what she said. and the funniest thing is that she said "girl, i tell you something, you don't angry ar." bloody hell, knowing that i'll be darn pissed off. still you chose to say it out. idiot mama. oh, for now only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i make bagus agar agar. yum yum. even mama say so. (: alright people, LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5649110595857651660?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5649110595857651660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5649110595857651660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5649110595857651660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5649110595857651660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring.html' title='boring (:'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2245509455347178222</id><published>2006-12-29T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:41:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elvin ng!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RZScQwneTMI/AAAAAAAAABU/aKamaUiOlSY/s1600-h/2812200614591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013804096912510146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RZScQwneTMI/AAAAAAAAABU/aKamaUiOlSY/s320/2812200614591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID "HE DAMN HOT CAN!" (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2245509455347178222?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2245509455347178222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2245509455347178222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2245509455347178222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2245509455347178222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/elvin-ng.html' title='elvin ng!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RZScQwneTMI/AAAAAAAAABU/aKamaUiOlSY/s72-c/2812200614591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6956804539622381974</id><published>2006-12-27T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:37:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>cold cold cold.&lt;br /&gt;is damn fucking cold. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i went KBOXING today since its BOXING DAY! HAHA! okay, no link. i saw wanqi at the kbox toilet and then i just know that GOHTEEYUE was in kbox too. thats so qiao. HAHA! its raining all day long. &amp; i dont know why those 2 kukus don't want to bring umbrella out when its obviously raining. result-ing 3 idiots squeezing under one umbrella. how idiotic is that? VERY! so CHEONGSHUJUAN &amp;amp; CELESTELIM. heard that? bring your kuku umbrella whenever its raining and especially meeting me! cause now you know that i don't like to share umbrella with two people. cause three is a crowd! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this little secret to share. you know people who doesn't have a christian name, they will tend to come up with their own christian name which they adore. i am no exception. but mine, with a little help of my sisters. (: eldest sis DENISE. -.- i never like that name. second sis JENISE ; this is much more better. and my 2nd sis called me SHANISE. you know those "NISE" behind. haha. i'm okay with that. just that i am not used to people calling me that. so i stick with my own beautiful/cool/unique cheena name. SHAOLING! (: i used to hate this name when i'm much much younger. cause you know "SHAOLIN SHI" &amp;amp; now i am so used to it that i actually love it a lot. cause its so unique can. how many people actually have the name SHAOLING? i can tell you nil. hahaha. but still if i ever ever want a christian name myself. i think i'll call myself JACKIE. haha. i love those uni-sex name. alexis, you heard me. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, i am being random today. (: those rain are driving me nuts cause they block the sun and thus ME not able to go sentosa and sun tan. idiot. RAH! i need a tan realrealrealreal soon. i cannot stand my yellow-ish skin. BAH! i want tan tan tan. (: i miss school already. can school start soon? and you know what, 1 week later i'll be blogging about how much i loathe school. OKAY! DAMN ME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now, i still didn't receive an email from MR ONG. so does that mean that i pass my ECONS? *jumps around merrily*&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can wake up at 830 later.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i'll bound to get more naggings from mom.&lt;br /&gt;i hate taking small naps on sofa.&lt;br /&gt;cause they make me so awake that i can't go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i just wake up from a 20 mins nap. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i blog enough. i wanna watch desperate housewives alrd! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;dumb dumb wants gum gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;if you no gum gum, you better run run (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6956804539622381974?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6956804539622381974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6956804539622381974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6956804539622381974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6956804539622381974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/dirty-little-secret.html' title='dirty little secret'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6412968789686067508</id><published>2006-12-26T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:07:31.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know when one group has all the attention ;&lt;br /&gt;and they come up with names for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;some people just wanna be in that particular group.&lt;br /&gt;just so as to get all the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call ATTENTION SEEKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never be like them.&lt;br /&gt;mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, HAPPY BOXING DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6412968789686067508?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6412968789686067508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6412968789686067508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6412968789686067508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6412968789686067508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-when-one-group-has-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2362421625724560340</id><published>2006-12-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:08:38.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY X'MAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY X'MAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was quite a blast. i wun go into details. HA! everyone was happy. (: everyone enjoyed ourselves. YAY! after yesterday night, all the more i wanna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn 18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon. haha. wanted to cab home. but somehow got psycho by ivan to catch the first bus home with him. so i reached home at around 7 feeling super awake. HA! but nevertheless, i still fall asleep straight away when i lied on my bed. so its noon time. i slept for 8 hours. watched amazing race asia marathon with my sis. then we decided to catch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night At The Museum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (SO DUMB DUMB WANTS GUM GUM? HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i don't like meeting up with my IS mates to do projects. they are no fun people. i don't like. but somehow, i still need to. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; red nails.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i miss typing MTYJ out. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mtyj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2362421625724560340?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2362421625724560340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2362421625724560340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2362421625724560340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2362421625724560340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas.html' title='MERRY X&apos;MAS!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5629492153686854338</id><published>2006-12-24T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:31:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'MAS!</title><content type='html'>i had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;which explain why i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to have fun again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i can foresee that i'll be dead tml.&lt;br /&gt;so you know what i should do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLEEP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5629492153686854338?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5629492153686854338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5629492153686854338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5629492153686854338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5629492153686854338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas.html' title='X&apos;MAS!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8995785481458750906</id><published>2006-12-23T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:03:20.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY GIRL, MIND YOUR LANGUAGE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i need to mind my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop FUCKING saying FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;stop fucking say BYEBYE to the CHEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I NEED TO GO AND PURCHASE SOME RIBBON.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM DAMN FUCKING LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;AS YOU CAN SEE, I AM FUCKING BORED TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8995785481458750906?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8995785481458750906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8995785481458750906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8995785481458750906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8995785481458750906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-girl-mind-your-language.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6462509469193670455</id><published>2006-12-22T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:10:31.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK! (: camp was fun fun n more fun. HA! i love camps. don't you? seeing all those familiar and not familiar faces. and we all mingle around. no groups at all. HAHA! get to know more about familiar people and know those unfamiliar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC is just awesome. we are great! i am so looking forward to FOC'07. it doesn't matter if i become a crew or a GLs. cause both played an important role and i love being part of this big family! :D great people there. u know, i  had a mindset of wanting to be a GL when i went for the camp. but hey, after planning the night walk and stuff. i think its fun being a crew too. but still, i wanna be a GL. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, no real good looking boys in the camp. haha. darius still look better. LOL! but they are fun people. i get to know another MARK! LOL! Caryn, Angeline, Sally, Joanne, WanQi. HAHA! they are fun people okay. :) esp that Sally so uber cute. i think i got flu from Angeline. damn her. she must be damn fucking sleeping at home now. and she talks nothing but shit throughout the whole camp. and you know how many years of friendship? 8? i think i wanna get more sleep. HEH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm back, i'll miss you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to hell with PROJECTS!&lt;br /&gt;i need to fucking rush projects now. (after x'mas!)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. i am damn fucking hungry too! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going a bit crazy alrd.&lt;br /&gt;you know. post-camp thingy.&lt;br /&gt;its always like that. we get super hyper after camp.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6462509469193670455?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6462509469193670455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6462509469193670455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6462509469193670455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6462509469193670455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-1139605356088242795</id><published>2006-12-20T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:31:50.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE!</title><content type='html'>am jealous that people who ain't that pretty actually got such a not bad looking boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got big plans up.&lt;br /&gt;and i just realise im darn busy this week. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;my mom is going to scream at me for not staying at home that often. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm running away from home.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;till then. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-1139605356088242795?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1139605356088242795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=1139605356088242795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1139605356088242795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/1139605356088242795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/bye.html' title='BYE!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-268962704130756599</id><published>2006-12-18T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:45:21.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss</title><content type='html'>i took a different route home today.&lt;br /&gt;or rather a longer route.&lt;br /&gt;cause i enjoy the rain on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time i can pondered.&lt;br /&gt;walking down the old street,&lt;br /&gt;i recalled back.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a little ugly girl.&lt;br /&gt;always walking down that street with mom.&lt;br /&gt;she hold on to my hand tight whenever we cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;time goes by, we grow.&lt;br /&gt;we don't even wanna wake up early in the morning to help out.&lt;br /&gt;we sleep at wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;now, im feeling damn right gulity.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't spend that right amount of time with my family members.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i miss those good old days&lt;br /&gt;when things ain't that complicated.&lt;br /&gt;those innocent young childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how funny life can be.&lt;br /&gt;last night i was really piss off.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am telling how gulity im feeling towards my family.&lt;br /&gt;oh great. this is what i call LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and baby, i don't quite know how to say this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i got to say is, i really love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its really amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the last thing my heart expected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never knew someone like you will come into my life.&lt;/em&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/4304826999428863207-268962704130756599?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/268962704130756599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=268962704130756599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/268962704130756599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/268962704130756599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss.html' title='i miss'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2726026428606597318</id><published>2006-12-18T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:22:50.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucker mama.&lt;br /&gt;i am damn fuck right piss off now.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i wanna do right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROW UP AND GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think the only thing that can make me happy now is: man utd better win this match. &amp; dont fucking come and bother me with your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2726026428606597318?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2726026428606597318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2726026428606597318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2726026428606597318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2726026428606597318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucker-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-4225672142483711036</id><published>2006-12-16T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:28:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;hey love, i don't feel your love anymore.&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/4304826999428863207-4225672142483711036?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4225672142483711036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=4225672142483711036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4225672142483711036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/4225672142483711036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-love-i-dont-feel-your-love-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-9145742199292836376</id><published>2006-12-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:37:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomUPDATE</title><content type='html'>just fuck me please.&lt;br /&gt;i am damn fucking sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;COMMON TEST&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! no more common test. but that doesn't mean no more late nights. i'm going to stay up all night despite my bad condition of flu. HAHA! i got too much tv catch up to do. HA! when i sneeze, one tear will roll down. LOL! that is how sick i am. but i don't really care. hahas. its the holidays anyway. and my sis is fucking jealous of having a long term break when she just started her holis as well. HOHO! its great to have my sister back at home. though its irritating, but i still like it. hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, "THE HOLIDAY" is a great movie. go catch it alright. JUDE LAW is so good-looking can. haha. and in that show, he is such a great dad/mom. which woman doesn't want her husband to be like that? i will want my hubby to be like that. when i died, he will take great care of our kids and also find another woman of his love. aha. i love this kind of movies. &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;breaks up ain't that bad. girl, just hang in there. is okay not to let go but in the midst of not letting go, please please don't lose yourself in the process. IS HELL, I ASSURE YOU. hang in there, cause you know we are there for you. i know you wouldn't be reading this but anyway I LOVE YOU, girl. =) and you ought to know how badly i miss you. we have to meet up often! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just some random photos. HA! i know you guys miss seeing me. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008761000635204194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxl6-xAmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r4g4qCthtuY/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxfq-xAlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9r-N69f8tvk/s1600-h/141220061371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008760893261021778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxfq-xAlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9r-N69f8tvk/s320/141220061371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxYK-xAkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxeFATA_O2A/s1600-h/141220061349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008760764412002882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxYK-xAkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxeFATA_O2A/s320/141220061349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxBK-xAiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2OG2kxDNHBc/s1600-h/141220061324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008760369275011618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxBK-xAiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2OG2kxDNHBc/s320/141220061324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKwpK-xAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qr0k9TSc5NM/s1600-h/141220061319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008759956958151186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKwpK-xAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qr0k9TSc5NM/s320/141220061319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lazy to upload more. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-9145742199292836376?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9145742199292836376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=9145742199292836376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9145742199292836376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9145742199292836376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/randomupdate.html' title='randomUPDATE'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCnZad6HKXo/RYKxl6-xAmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r4g4qCthtuY/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-7804496198557491298</id><published>2006-12-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:57:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MAGGI MEE IS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked superb maggi okay. since its the only thing i know how to cook. DANG! is uber nice. HEHE! i'll cook for YOU one day. (: be honoured okay. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;IWD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;ECONS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELS! HAHAHA! i am going to partyyyyy tml! i don't care. i don't want to be home so early. HA! i am going to catch the last bus home though. cause im saving. for no reasons. its great to have bucks in your pocket okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i am high on drugs today.&lt;br /&gt;well, not today. but for many many days!&lt;br /&gt;YAY with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, i'm BA HU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-7804496198557491298?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7804496198557491298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=7804496198557491298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7804496198557491298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7804496198557491298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/3_13.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3808236172688197404</id><published>2006-12-12T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:06:46.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youNAME it</title><content type='html'>so tell me, is this how our story ends?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a new chapter?&lt;br /&gt;this love is so so so tough.&lt;br /&gt;i always have this thought.&lt;br /&gt;"hey, will you be better off without me?"&lt;br /&gt;only you yourself will know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;be it yes or no. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i have been acting in a way which you may not like.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i may not love you the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean that i don't love you with all i have.&lt;br /&gt;i know you are tired but i am too.&lt;br /&gt;you want me to whisper sweet nothings?&lt;br /&gt;want me to text you on how much i miss you?&lt;br /&gt;i really wish that someday, i'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, if i do that, i know very well.&lt;br /&gt;thats not the person you love.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be me. i don't wish to change to a person whom i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;and if this disappoint you, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't quite understand why we have to say so much "SORRY" in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;loving you was never easy. i knew it right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;we had so much obstacles to overcome right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i tried. and all of them can see. i've change a lot ever since i met you.&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself, did you give me as much attention as you are now when we are still an item?&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe now, you are trying to fix things up.&lt;br /&gt;i am still happy whenever i receive your text.&lt;br /&gt;and i tried my very best to get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am not a very initiative person. and this does not please you.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i'll just try to be more initiative.&lt;br /&gt;and now in the midst of my common test, i really do not have much time to text you and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me 343538098 hours to type this entry.&lt;br /&gt;now i had said my piece.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;but yet, i got this thought.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i had hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;by hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there is never a right time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to walk away, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess lets just walk for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;we had been running for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;we are both tired. lets take a breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3808236172688197404?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3808236172688197404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3808236172688197404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3808236172688197404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3808236172688197404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/youname-it.html' title='youNAME it'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6348499147147463674</id><published>2006-12-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:19:30.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BULLSHIT</title><content type='html'>&amp; they think they know everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, stop this bullshit please.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know anything behind the scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6348499147147463674?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6348499147147463674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6348499147147463674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6348499147147463674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6348499147147463674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/bullshit.html' title='BULLSHIT'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-7721826425071609030</id><published>2006-12-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T03:47:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how could you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how could you possibly go out with someone who already have someone's shadow in her heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyarh, i don't know why. but sometimes i can feel really emo. DANG! okay, nvm. i am so dead now. common test is just near. and i mean NEAR! i'm hitting the books now. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*0343&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest thing is that you told the person you once loved that you no longer love him and him loving you still said "actually i don't love you at all"&lt;br /&gt;its hard to walk away. and he actually lied to himself. i am getting so damn fucking emo while watching this drama. argh. kill me please. i ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its equally sad to fall in love with someone who once love you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, NOTHING HAPPEN TO ME ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL THAT DRAMA'S FAULT! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-7721826425071609030?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7721826425071609030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=7721826425071609030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7721826425071609030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7721826425071609030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-could-you.html' title='how could you'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-486568205697505111</id><published>2006-12-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:57:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>i hate people on the bus. i really mean HATE! why cant you simply put on your earpiece and listen to your bloody music instead of playing it out loud for everyone to listen? moreover, you played the same song over and over again. you think you are cool? oh please, you are such a turn-off. -.- kids in uniform. for god sake, talk softly. i'm already blasting my music already and i can still hear your bloody high pitch voice. wth larh. i dislike you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ear bleed :(&lt;br /&gt;i hate common test.&lt;br /&gt;i love school&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to stop saying that F*** word already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-486568205697505111?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/486568205697505111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=486568205697505111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/486568205697505111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/486568205697505111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3472068502091345713</id><published>2006-12-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:52:44.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one-eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I WANT TO BE 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you know i know reason.&lt;br /&gt;so NOV '07 quickly come.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; please stop laughing at me for being young!&lt;br /&gt;RAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to pon school tml! HEHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3472068502091345713?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3472068502091345713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3472068502091345713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3472068502091345713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3472068502091345713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-eight.html' title='one-eight'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-368536655322796351</id><published>2006-12-07T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:23:22.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HU LAU LAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DENG QIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PAPER TOO EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh miss wong, don't laugh at my cousin larh. tsk. later he cry how? lets cross the DENG QIAO tgt. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i may die laughing today. now i understand why i am so fat already. cause frowning burns more calories. so i should stop laughing like siao char bo and start to frown more and burn MORE calories. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;commontest is coming and i haven start studying. such yayness. HAHA! holidays are coming real soon! =D TBC camp is on the 20 - 22 DEC! i am going okay. so fun so fun. :) x'mas is coming. and i'll be dead broke by then. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp; make my wish come true;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;all i want for x'mas is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-368536655322796351?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/368536655322796351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=368536655322796351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/368536655322796351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/368536655322796351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA!'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8927288607047171840</id><published>2006-12-05T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:33:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes are constant</title><content type='html'>alrighto, i am a veryveryveryvery HAPPY girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i really mean HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;when things started to go back on track,&lt;br /&gt;you can't help feeling that sweetness in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;just voice out whatever you are unhappy with,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, she will change.&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm learning. and hopefully, i'm able to master it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% passes for PLW CT. how great can that be? very great larh. hahas. i can't stop grinning when i get back my paper. this can be considered as one of my BEST paper done ever since i step into NGEEANN officially as a student. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for making my last entry so H.O.T :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and love, i miss calling you lazypiggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i love and miss you so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8927288607047171840?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8927288607047171840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8927288607047171840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8927288607047171840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8927288607047171840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/changes-are-constant.html' title='changes are constant'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2121016013072288789</id><published>2006-12-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:51:20.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>you know, when someone is planted in your mind for an uber long time.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they are meant to be there.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you tried to forget,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i wouldn't even bother to try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;cause i believe you are suppose to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wanna do is to carry on loving you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you allow me to do that? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish we could bicker like before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets get to know each other again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello, my most familiar stranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2121016013072288789?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2121016013072288789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2121016013072288789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2121016013072288789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2121016013072288789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-5442127669721100698</id><published>2006-11-30T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T02:26:02.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>and everyone was dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;we could at least take a breather at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;and i, should cease all activites. before i break down&lt;br /&gt;this is too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to miss home already.&lt;br /&gt;i see no reason why i should be still in school when the night falls&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i cant explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law was.. aiyah, fuck it larh. it is a very interesting subject but all those memorising kills. and it is the only module i understand larh. oh, fuck it. i'll stop playing red car plate. all thanks to MR GOH! knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep sleep sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i can't explain myself either, let it be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i've disappoint you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have to admit ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somethings are just not meant to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-5442127669721100698?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5442127669721100698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=5442127669721100698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5442127669721100698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/5442127669721100698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-7059104882945675960</id><published>2006-11-29T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:19:12.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youNAME it</title><content type='html'>&amp; the 3rd party wouldn't know this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only one who really truly understands.&lt;br /&gt;so don't bullshit with me saying you know what i'm going through&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hate to say it, you will never ever understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;call me names,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't really care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it doesn't matter anyway, not anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you kill it. thank you.&lt;/em&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/4304826999428863207-7059104882945675960?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7059104882945675960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=7059104882945675960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7059104882945675960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7059104882945675960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/youname-it.html' title='youNAME it'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-8483751447310940811</id><published>2006-11-28T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T05:55:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever after</title><content type='html'>and she married; happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;and she is the most beautiful lady yesterday&lt;br /&gt;things wun be the same for her anymore&lt;br /&gt;its her new life, a new chapter&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss her so,&lt;br /&gt;hopfeully, she does too.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still figuring out how to call him. (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;welcome to HIS family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, back to my own stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;i've figured out, i guess&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll be better off without each other&lt;br /&gt;at least for now, ...&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care about the outcome,&lt;br /&gt;and in this life, i was loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;and i certainly wish it last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;but i am really really contented to have you once&lt;br /&gt;i'll move on but still holding on. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'll pick things up bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;if you think that i'm slow, just move on&lt;br /&gt;i'll catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and lets be a part (of our memories), not apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-8483751447310940811?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8483751447310940811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=8483751447310940811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8483751447310940811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/8483751447310940811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/happily-ever-after.html' title='happily ever after'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-7370263014091380337</id><published>2006-11-26T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:38:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;never ever buy things without checking the price of the item that you are buying. i bought this foolscap thinking that it will cost 2+? in the end, it cost 3.90. bloody hell. is darn expensive for a foolscap can. such a waste of my money. *smack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/1600/488250/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/320/218413/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/1600/538493/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/320/942507/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/1600/685838/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/320/856181/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;alright, i think is because of that superhero that make the foolscap so costly. oh well. my relatives from indo have all arrive. my house is so happening now. so much laughters and so much noise. though, my mom is tired but i can see that she is really happy to see all her love ones again. imagine you marrying to another country and leaving your love ones behind. ): somehow, they still got that strong bonding though they have not seen each other for many many years. CHEERS! i love them though we got communication breakdown. hahas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i studied law today with WAWA! that si ba hu. keep on saying si ba hu. like wth larh. we promise to go back to sch and study every weekend, hor si ba hu? i need to wake up at 5 later. HA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;laters. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she will be his forever, tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-7370263014091380337?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7370263014091380337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=7370263014091380337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7370263014091380337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/7370263014091380337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/superman.html' title='SUPERMAN'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-6099328507116006481</id><published>2006-11-24T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:44:30.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>perhaps one year ago, i was dolled up and attending our ohnotsoglam PROM. and i will always remember how that puny arse actually was so lucky to win a ipod shuffle. like wtf. here i am now, staying up almost every single night. i think i'm wasting my life away. indeed!! i want to go back to those innocent days when things are just not so complicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GROWING UP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i think i'll just escape from this world.&lt;br /&gt;and i really mean escape. not just appearing offline.&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPE! i need to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uttery weary, we are both &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; at fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-6099328507116006481?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6099328507116006481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=6099328507116006481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6099328507116006481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/6099328507116006481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_24.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-2746195608579847001</id><published>2006-11-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:49:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>if only we didn't meet&lt;br /&gt;if only we met earlier/later&lt;br /&gt;if only you didn't tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;if only i didn't hurt that much&lt;br /&gt;if only i &lt;s&gt;know&lt;/s&gt; what i want&lt;br /&gt;if only i understand myself well&lt;br /&gt;if only i learn how to ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list just go on and on. if only those if onlys happen. then our life would be much more happier. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-2746195608579847001?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2746195608579847001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=2746195608579847001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2746195608579847001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/2746195608579847001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-3229780748474942226</id><published>2006-11-22T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T04:16:58.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/1600/269725/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/1600/249802/photoshop%2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5351/525491577078718/320/942614/photoshop%2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i love this pic very very much. i think my artistic value in me is growing. HAHA! is damn artistic right? say yes! YAY! i just want to haolian my artistic phototaking skills. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itunes! why did you screw up?&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh, my phone died on me yesterday. great. is like i'm away from the world you know. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;i got bloody lots of things to do. LAW LAW LAW! fuck larh&lt;br /&gt;i need to be more civilised. i had been saying the F word for dont know how many fucking times. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is 2am now and i got to wake up at 6 later.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i don't know what time am i gg to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*edit/ clock read 4:12AM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i am damn pissed off right now.&lt;br /&gt;not just by myself but also someone who just wake up. go guess who is that someone. had a short convo with puny arse just now. i guess poly are just full of superficial idiots. oh well.. and one of our friends are thinking of changing course. like wtf. okay, shaoling. compose yourself. you ain't suppose to say that FORK word again. now got man utd match. oh great! thanks to that someone who just wake up and on that bloody tv and tempt me to watch. fukcer. HAHA! should i sleep or not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-3229780748474942226?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3229780748474942226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=3229780748474942226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3229780748474942226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/3229780748474942226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-324689457103498573</id><published>2006-11-20T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:35:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lone</title><content type='html'>upon seeing no one at home, gulity strikes. i used to have people at home whenever i come back from school. i take things for granted and yes, i am not so close to my family members anymore. not even my beloved second sis. we are all caught up with our own stuffs. we don't talk as much anymore. i miss good old days. when mom will be at home cooking dinner and nag at me whenever i don't do housechores. now, she don't even bothered to nag. many many things happen during these few years. we are forced to change. we have no wish to change. i wish mom don't need to work. but somehow, she has to. the harsh reality changed us. not us. we are forced to adapt to the world. the reality. so we shouldn't take things for granted. i want to tell everyone how much i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMMY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you alright. i know i'm naughty and lazy and i don't help doing housechores. but i'm learing to help out already. i did iron clothes for quite a few times this week okay. and i promise to be a good daughter. i know you wouldn't read this but still i wanna say those three words to you. i never say those 8 letters word out to you this 17 years. but i know you know that i love you. i love you lots, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DADDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dad, i seldom talk to you. i will learn to tolerate your loud voice and your forever sounds like quarrelling voice. i don't like your so called logic. nevertheless, you are still my beloved dad. LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIEJIE 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we have a generation gap. 9 long years for god sake. though the way you showered your love is different. (not financially) you always nag and scold. but i know, you do this all for my own good. and i always show attitude back. maybe you don't know, but i take your advice seriously. you are getting married in less than a week time. you asked "will you miss me when i'm not at home already?" i certainly will okay. i will miss your nag-ings and all. be happy alright, i know you will. :D and i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIEJIE 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighto, you are my fav person in this family. or maybe 2nd fav. mom comes first okay. you are not at home now. staying at hostel. i miss you alright. no one to laugh with. no one to fight with. remeber how we used to fight in the kitchen? HA! fighting over all sorts of silly things. is silly but fun. you are being missed by me okay. i love you like hell. i know i'm irritating at times. and you are too. but still we will make the bestest sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MARK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i don't know whether you know. but i love you alright. i may not say out these words on a regular basis. but i really love you. though we are not together now, you are always in my mind. i never failed to forget you. even though how busy i'm caught up with my schoolwork, i still miss you. you are the love of my life. and you will always be. i certainly hope that things work out between the both of us. but right at this moment, i am sure i wouldn't have the sense of security if we get back together. i'm not sure whether you will wait or not. but still i want to tell you i love you so. and will wait till you complete your studies. though you did things that hurts me so, but still i'll forget and forgive. cause i love you so. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FELI,CANDICE,KATTY,LISI,YENYEE,WEIYOUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alrighto. my clique. you guys really really brighten up my life. (: though all of us are busy with stuffs and personal life. still, i wanna say. you guys will be my bestest bestest bestest best buddies ever. i will never ever find another clique like you. is hard for us to meet up due to our really busy life now. nevertheless, i just want you all to know that you are missed and loved by me, alright. i may seem not so enthu on meets up and whatsoever. still, i miss you all. i really do. you guys know me the best. I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;BEVERLY,MELISSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverly ass, you are so irritating but i love you alright. how many years alrd? 8 years and still counting. i know you at pri 4 right. okay, whatever. we were not so closed then. we start out nonsense only at sec 3. but our friendship started way back. so yea, maybe the best girlfriend ever. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;melissa lim pei pei. you are such a good listening ear. i never failed to pour out all my feelings whenever we go chill. i love chill session with you leh. when is the next one? tell me! :D dont always choir larh. haha. love you two PEEPS okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4E3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bestest class ever. I LOVE 4E3 and miss 4E3 okay! sometimes words are beyond explaination. i want to let the whole world know i miss 4E3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly mates. poly classmates. someone told me that poly classmates wouldn't be as bonded as seconday classmates. i beg to differ. 03 are a bunch of happening kids. we laugh whenever we go. friends envy our class spirit. pretty much love for you guys. (not all though, you know i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new clique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've not known each other for a long time. but still you guys are fun people. i know we will have lots fun in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not dying or whatever. but i just wanna tell all my loved ones that i love them. who knows, i may not be here the very next moment. i don't want to leave people thinking that i don't love them. i need to be truthful to my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-324689457103498573?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/324689457103498573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=324689457103498573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/324689457103498573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/324689457103498573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/lone.html' title='lone'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304826999428863207.post-9151301790219751663</id><published>2006-11-19T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:13:56.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troublesome</title><content type='html'>hi, i am back. as in back to using blogspot. i miss changing skins and all. but i wun close wordpress too. HA! let it be my hideout. (: i did shopping today. and i really mean shopping. bought quite a number of stuffs. and i am going to feed on bread for the next few months. i need to scrimp and save already. if not, i can really die. haha. okay, just a brief update on my so called new blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, man utd is still on the top of the table. &amp; i'm so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304826999428863207-9151301790219751663?l=tragichronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9151301790219751663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304826999428863207&amp;postID=9151301790219751663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9151301790219751663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304826999428863207/posts/default/9151301790219751663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragichronicle.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title='troublesome'/><author><name>Shao Ling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
