<?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-7363905</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:54:06.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinkberrie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363905.post-110621359476388434</id><published>2005-01-20T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T17:35:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today early morning go to TM liao. I'm supposed to meet Alvin at 9 am at TM's MAC, but I woke at 9am instead! Fortunately, Daphne was late too. We just cranked around. Im quite tired so I returned home. The two going for a NYP Open House I think. Hehe. Very bored leh. Actually don't want blog one, but Joseph says I like long time no blog. So I anyhow write this blog bah. LAZY lol. Maybe next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;Song: Glory Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-110621359476388434?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110621359476388434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110621359476388434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110621359476388434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110621359476388434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-early-morning-go-to-tm-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363905.post-110291960926835171</id><published>2004-12-13T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:33:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ytd's movie: National Treasure.</title><content type='html'>Ytd went to watch National Treasure at Causeway Point with my cousins, aunts and my siblings and my ahma. the adults &amp; ahmien nv watch, so bought 8 tickets. actually in the van which my aunt borrowed from her company, we almost gave up watchin it cuz it's like too much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i got to watch it! One of the characters (is it Raul?) is so damn cute.. He's really funny.. I mean the movie's a great catch! You see how the clues link to one another and the effort and how costly it is to produce &lt;em&gt;this.&lt;/em&gt; I munched a lot of tidbits even before the show started, it was a long time ago since i last did it. Furthermore i just recovered from my cough &amp; sore throat, and there I have it back AGAIN. Anyway, the guy's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie went to ahma hse and eat.. Couldn't really finish the rice, I tot I could eat a bull. Overestimated my appetising power you can say. watch la bi xiao xin and slp and msged daddy*.. finally time to go home so happy.. i bathed and all dat and i was the last to slp.. daydream awhile den i off to dreamland ler.. i tink i clapped my hands while i was slpin cuz my marmie shook me and asked me y i clapped my hands.. hehe beats me either! sometimes i talked in my slp or juz jerked up and slp again.. all in all, i juz love slpin.. i get very angry when i get insomnia.. i dono y the hack i can get it sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is gg to be boring.. it's 2.30pm and i juz woke up.. gg slp ltr again.. i don even have plans for tmr.. wish i can go to school, do some math... like what daphne &amp; I were talking about while waiting at coffee bean to be interviewed. really miss school a lot. being with friends, not needing to work, having fun and juz simply being together to fight the exam blues.. what more can I ask for? sadly, time flies even quickly den i know this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly have this urge to hang out at a coffee bean outlet chatting and sitting on a cushioned chair.. lolz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again..&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: B.A.D - Wo De Cuo&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Boring~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-110291960926835171?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110291960926835171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110291960926835171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110291960926835171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110291960926835171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/12/ytds-movie-national-treasure.html' title='ytd&apos;s movie: National Treasure.'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-110277501244448611</id><published>2004-12-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:23:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging lately.. Finally I have the time to allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for work interview at TM's Ice Lemon Tee.. tot it was great, I've caught one great big fish, neither do I know it was a disaster in disguise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 07 Dec, I went for the interview. Then I went shopping with Shandy, and the Supervisor called. They wanted me to start work the very next time.. I was hesistating cuz I have a class chalet on the ninth. Still, I accepted the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08-10 Dec was the worst period in my life. I'm not going to explain it vividly cuz it just brings immense pain to me. Working at a place with no one you are really comfortable with is so much like hell. I was really GLAD when I saw Shuqi &amp; her dear when I was working! It's like seeing my family, somebody whom I can realate to, though we only said 'Hi' to each other &amp;amp; didn't talked much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day of my work was horrible. Cuz I just came back from Sentosa and straight to TM, I'm really beaten. Plus, I'm down with sickness. So, while I was working, I cried. I really cannot hang on anymore. I asked myself y do I have to work so hard? I'm not in need of money. I work slp work slp everyday, fro 1 month? No way! I count every single day of work, during work, I count every single hour. No way I'm letting time of my life slip just like that. The Supervisor saw me crying so she &amp; I had a talk. She was kind and approachable. That day, daddy* msged me, I told him my feelings. And on the bus home, I cried. I must have looked like a nut. Seeing Mom at the bus stop was great. Seeing my family was great. daddy* called me soon after at home and we had a great talk. He counselled me and finally talked me into not going fro work tmr(which is y I'm at home now). He told me to just forget about the money for dat 3 days of work. PS: The Supervisor said that the company will not pay if I decided not to work during or after the 3 trial days on my own accord. daddy* says just treat it like an experience. My Mom said likewise. I heeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest regret was not able to have fun with my class as I only went in the night, when half of the lot had returned home. It will be something I'm really guilty about, and sad about missing the joy and togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to consult doc today, was prescribed some tablets for running nose and lozenges for sore throat. I had a husky voice now, and I actually used it to converse with daddy* on phone ytd! It must be irritating to hear a voice like mine, sometimes no voice comes out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr got Jimmy Neutron, it's a Sunday ma! It may be something to cheer me up after 3 days of struggle...&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/7363905-110277501244448611?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110277501244448611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110277501244448611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110277501244448611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110277501244448611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-110215744684532476</id><published>2004-12-04T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:50:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just returned from Coasta Sands @ East Coast. Let me talked about ytd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went dere &amp; saw teng, vonne, qii, hao ru &amp;amp; yen. we wait for time to pass as more and more people arrived. The stingray's delicious! Very nice.. Mifen also very nice. They played Daidee which I know nothing about. It was late at night &amp; we went to rent bike.. I rented a 4-wheeled one.. and they all laughed at me.. lol.. But it was great having to feel the wind gently on the cheeks.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I's the ferz to fall asleep but they were too noisy so I woke up 2 hrs later.. Daphne, Alvin and I went for a walk.. Then cycled with Zinc &amp; Daphne for breakfast at 7-11. After so, Alvin &amp;amp; I took cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing was, Shandy was at Coasta Sands too! So it's like I went to find her and told her I'd meet her at the entrance, the poolside, the chalet. But I just couldn't find her! So actually she's comin with me &amp; Alvin home but Alvin brought up something. So I called her: And I found out we're at different Coasta Sands! Lol.. I must have looked like an idiot lookin for her all over, when she's not even at the same place with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Song: Jian Ao. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-110215744684532476?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110215744684532476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110215744684532476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110215744684532476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110215744684532476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-just-returned-from-coasta-sands-east.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-110196205791169661</id><published>2004-12-03T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:43:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as we go on, we remember all the times we had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and as our lives change, come whatever, we'll still be&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; friends forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAUFIK BATISAH! Gurmit shouted the results live made me &amp; my sister screamed real loud &amp;amp; leaped high into the air. *yah, she had a sore throat now* lol.. I called once &amp; smsed twice, so it tallied up to be S$1.50 (same for my sis as well). I AM REALLY THRILLED. If Taufik has got 5 wives already, I don't mind being his mistress! lol . When he sang 'I Dream', I was mesmerised by the emotions he showcased. It was MAGIC. It was like very alluring and soulful. I'm going to buy his album! The long-awaited for moment had arrived ytd. I knew Taufik is going to be the guy, I know I can never be wrong. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd after SGI, i had a phone chat with daddy*. He was funny alright. He kept saying I pig, so I said that he's a frog. It was enjoyable but he always use me der! He chat with me only when he waiting for his midnight soccer matches on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later going Qii's house to marinate chicken, tomorrow is chalet for all Integritians! GP should be staying overnight. It shall be some kind of Girl's Sleepover! I'll really treasure times with them, most will be working. Hey, I'm still waiting for my Delifrance's call! Btw, chalet will last from 03 Dec - 06 Dec. Second week will be Fusion's chalet. Life will be packed, for me to get over some things, temporarily. I know I'll still be back on the same spot, hui dao yuan dian, just like before, with the 3 words: Wo Hui Deng. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daphne just called, she dowan go Qii's house ler.. Then I also never go lor.. hehe.. hais.. stay at home sleep lor. ;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graduation song by Vitamin C as told by Cindy, always wet my eyes. The lyrics speak what I want to say. It's like a song from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAUFIK I LOVE YOU! AARON CARTER I LOVE YOU MORE, YOU'RE ALWAYS MY #1BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-110196205791169661?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110196205791169661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110196205791169661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110196205791169661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110196205791169661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/12/as-we-go-on-we-remember-all-times-we.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-110187287032864813</id><published>2004-12-02T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:37:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom night</title><content type='html'>ok can i talk a 'little' about yesterday's prom night?&lt;br /&gt;*... ... *&lt;br /&gt;silence means acquiescence.&lt;br /&gt;alright met daphne, rong, zinc 1.30 pm ytd. i met zinc ferz, she called me on my cell w a hasty tone, urgin me to join her cuz ya.. V PAISEH! haha.. we wearing our dress n stuff. all looked v lady yah...&lt;br /&gt;we went to a kinda ulu mall to make our hair n make-up. rong aunt working dere ma.. got discount.&lt;br /&gt;they say i look like a doll.. i found the make-up too excessive.. but they say it's light..&lt;br /&gt;finally we made our way through mobs of people n tada!, York Hotel you have it! one word: ULU!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. we went in &amp; boy, aren't we glad to see our schoolmates dere!&lt;br /&gt;dere r door gifts for everyone.. nivea producets. finally dinner started after 2 lengthy speeches.. but in one of the speeches, a sentence caught my attn: you can never find the feeling so true. even if dere r quarrels among friends, it's about the most trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thinkin about them, my unhappiness with some friends, &amp;amp; seeing friends unhappiness with other friends.. they boil down to one thing: small matters only, really!&lt;br /&gt;during dinner, everybody juz slipped around, chatting, &amp; taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, people get around taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;GP hit the dance floor with the song by S Club 7. it really brings back a lot of fond memories. 4 years of my life flash in front of me. remembering the ferz day was really so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;GP form a circle &amp;amp; a really big hug it was. And then it was individual hugs, i couldn't help but cry. i can't control &amp; tears surged. no way GP can be together in the same school again, we have our lives to lead. that's the cruelty of life. But, of cuz the friendship between continues, &amp;amp; it never ends if we really make some time out of our hectic life for a cup of coffee, or a simple how do you do.&lt;br /&gt;_SHOUTOUTS___&lt;br /&gt;GP01: qii, really nice to have you as a friend. i don't know how many times i've said it, but i always rmb u for yor frankness - way of staying true with yor words, &amp; our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;GP02: tang, maybe we got quarrel b4 bah.. so sorry it was abt the silliest thing, and looking back, it shall be something we would laugh and shake our heads about.&lt;br /&gt;GP03: qin ai de, we got closer diz yr. i love being with you, and yor humour for company. you're also someone great to confide in.. having a hart-to-hart talk with you always make me realise something new. muacks*&lt;br /&gt;GP05: vonne ah.. i tink we like 2 yrs or so r/s v strained. i hope we can b like last time, if not better than now. friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;GP06: rong, one of my closest friends. we can b bz with our studies, yet when we get together, we're juz like talk-abt-anything-under-the-sun. greatest news is to b able to b in the same sch next yr!&lt;br /&gt;GP07: crybaby bb.. u're also one of my closest friends. u say one day i nv go sch, u'll weird weird, me too! can't imagine life w/o u! we muz treasure friendships ok? it's not ez to come by, dere are billions &amp;amp; billions on this earth..&lt;br /&gt;GP08: yen! my dear also.. she ask me stead w her one.. lol =x u're always smiling, v cheerful. feel happy w u also, v approachable, &amp; yah.. v cheerful!&lt;br /&gt;GP09: cindy ah.. it muz have been abit sour r/s lately.. but i'm rrly glad we smoothed things out at the last moment. rmb wad i said ah, yao lian luo!&lt;br /&gt;GP10: teng, gp's baby lai de.. hehe.. v helpful de.. i rmb dose days gg to yor hse to bake things. we so got team spirit! friends hor.. =)&lt;br /&gt;GP each &amp;amp; everone: I Love You Girls! Hit the dance floor some time again, that's what we're made for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-110187287032864813?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110187287032864813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110187287032864813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110187287032864813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110187287032864813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/12/prom-night.html' title='prom night'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-110005820153378553</id><published>2004-11-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T11:43:21.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rants</title><content type='html'>its the first time im goin to RANT here.. lols.. maybe juz feel like having a silent rant, to grant people around me a conducive &amp; serene working environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, im of cuz anticipating the last day of O's paper; the first day of overwhelming fun. actually lately i hasn't been giving the best attempt of concentration in the mugging process - i was thinking about fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go shopping so bad - so i shopped in my dreams, yea with GP girls. dat was part of absurdity, to think i can crave for shopping THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my insomnia's fading away, im having better sleeps nowadays. in the past was like cldnt get to slp till midnight 3 or 5am, cldnt simple means cldnt. And dat was the time when i spent my reverie about some complex problems' way of solving &amp;..ya, shopping. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i see dat im left with about 10 days till the O's papers come to a halt to me. prior to the inauguration of the o's papers, i rrly did work very hard. maybe i don wan to fail myself (my expectations), my daddie &amp; marmie (i know they want me to do well), and basically i want to get into a U eventually. i dowan to have regrets dat i know i cant salvage with anything i do. i dowan to be a loser at the end of the day because of my momentary-playful-self-at-work. maybe i read too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the confidence for my geog paper. neither with physics. i have a premonition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough with the academic stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams, i'll be going for&lt;br /&gt;shooping sprees&lt;br /&gt;integ chalet&lt;br /&gt;fusion chalet&lt;br /&gt;overseas trip to HK &amp; MSIA (both tentative)&lt;br /&gt;new house catering (sadly tentative too)&lt;br /&gt;work?&lt;br /&gt;bud actually all i want is to see in real. it's been ages since i last met him. actually i shld be able to get to few days ago. bud he was down with a sickness &amp;amp; not in the frame to meet me. i wasnt angry or smth.. instead i felt heart-wrenching, ya with a tinge of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a long entry, too garrulous! Time to stop for a nice song by Spice Girls: Let love lead the way.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you always, though you may think it'll lose to time itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-110005820153378553?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/110005820153378553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=110005820153378553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110005820153378553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/110005820153378553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-rants.html' title='my rants'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-109716162785477571</id><published>2004-10-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:17:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>07 October 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fresh sixteen. =) i thx my family &amp; friends for all their efforts in giving me a very sweet burfdae, a sweet one indeed. esp my family, gp, my dear egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok b4 my burfdae diary entry, i'll update my prelims score.&lt;br /&gt;english - unknown (should b B3 &amp;amp; above)&lt;br /&gt;chinese - A2&lt;br /&gt;emath - B4&lt;br /&gt;amath - A2&lt;br /&gt;chemistry - A2&lt;br /&gt;physics - C5&lt;br /&gt;comb. hum - A1&lt;br /&gt;art - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brendan dear.&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to j8. walk walk eat eat. bully me. i bully him back, more. lols. went home. at playground gave me a peck &amp; a gift. i msged him some time after i reached home, as instructed. i opened the gift &amp;amp; T.T . perhaps i was more touched than happy. truly touched. love you always dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr GP hao xiang buy cake for me, somemore we girlz taking quan jia fu once agn! muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to rmb today, wad my class did, my dear did, GP did, and my secret wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-109716162785477571?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/109716162785477571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=109716162785477571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109716162785477571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109716162785477571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/10/07-october-2004-im-fresh-sixteen.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-109655359437764919</id><published>2004-09-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:13:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubled..</title><content type='html'>tmr last paper of prelims -amath p2. tmr is also children's day, got jimmy neutron special children's day edition. also, tmr is gil kor's bdae. happie burfdae to him huh. *cherrioz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint v happie recently. egg &amp; me like got some barrier. quite hard to remove. we haven't mit for 3 wks already. miss him truckloadz. bud wad can i do, i can only wait lor.    u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my next entry will be a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my paper tmr still got chem pract till 3pm. den after dat dono will go where. orchard? home? maybe the latter, maybe. it's not like i possess clairvoyance, i just know i'd b tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows how much my prelims L1R5 would be!? i juz hope it's below 18? 30+ days to 2005. i dono i welcome it with open arms or otherwise. it's like i have a sufficient reason to detest it, to hope it wont be so near, i'm clear of why &amp; what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very sad ah. bud i always tell myself the downs will make me grow up - that's what i always tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Too Lost In You - Sugababes&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Trying to be Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. dandan &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-109655359437764919?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/109655359437764919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=109655359437764919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109655359437764919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109655359437764919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/09/troubled.html' title='troubled..'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-109539017318755268</id><published>2004-09-17T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:02:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>hies. wad a morning. din go to sch today cuz i nv take chi second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dead bored. have to do art. flipping thru Ikea's mag for pictures. den suddenly find my fave sofa bed. intend to buy it when i shift hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is one of my quarrels w him agn.  hais. i suppose i face it optimistically as pessimism get u nowhere. maybe tiffs will bring u one step closer to each other's understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims start next fri. prelims practs are over. didnt rrly fare well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose i blog next time. not much to talk abt. miss him. cyas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: *forget to on my winamp*&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Down &amp;amp; Out, I hope I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-109539017318755268?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/109539017318755268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=109539017318755268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109539017318755268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109539017318755268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/09/sad.html' title='sad.'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-109007379907571547</id><published>2004-07-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T22:17:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeap!</title><content type='html'>heh.. finally blog after quite some time. xiaoting ask for my blog url..so i shun bian add her..shun bian blog.. thx to her!! =) hmms.. today was quite mono.. i juz went out to eat with marmie n bro only.. bro's gone for the ndp n has yet reached home. miss egg.. today he's stayin out in a hotel w his family. went to c doc in e afternn too. i've got ulcers ma.. the pain's immense. she gave me ulcer gel, lozenges for sore throat &amp;amp; some painkillers. and the lady commented dat im young-looking when she asked im primary wad.. dat's great! haha... uh.. tmr gg to second hse fer ferz time.. tryin to chk out the&amp;nbsp;environment... =)i've yet to do my hw.. mock exam 1 is juz arnd the corner.. jiayou!.__.v xoxo, berrie &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Doin' it - Liberty X &lt;br /&gt;Mood: Missing You Like Crazy &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/7363905-109007379907571547?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/109007379907571547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=109007379907571547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109007379907571547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/109007379907571547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/07/yeap.html' title='yeap!'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-108799015052473525</id><published>2004-06-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:29:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>hello~ uhz, today went to sch for math class. i was late, was the last to enter my class. hehe. today also zinc aka gp03's burfdae! love her alort, she my q.a.d. hehe. friends4ever. =) thereafter, zinc, daph, alvin, edwin, jaiyi, yizhen, sebas went cp. acherly they were tinkin of buyin a cake for zinc. bud zinc prefer a skirt instead. as u c, the cake goes in &amp; den out as shit. while a skirt cld b so everlasting. =). after idling a while at cp, we went home. den msg egg a while jiu slp ler. den 5pm wake up. arnd 6pm go rm eat w marmie n ahboy. so, here i am. yupz, tmr finally can go out ler. lately has been buried under my pile of hw. need an immediate chill man. aaron carter, my forever idol! buhbies~ o.__.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music: Lindsay Lohan - Ultimate You&lt;br /&gt;mood: Anticipating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-108799015052473525?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/108799015052473525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=108799015052473525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/108799015052473525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/108799015052473525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/06/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-108779485867749032</id><published>2004-06-21T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T13:15:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blue?</title><content type='html'>hies.. woke up arnd 6.30am. gotta get ready for sku. math class. v tiring indeed. it's like i haven gone to sku fer a week, some sort of gettin a hang of the holidays, who knows i have to spend a freaking 4 hrs or so in sku? &gt;.&lt;' hate it! i don like hols in the past cuz i cant get to c mie peeps. now, it's so dif for me! i hate those harsh pumpin of the teachers for the GCE. hate it! ytd went w dad for a flick - 'the best bet'. rather hilarious, however typical SG-type. a lot of dialect language implemented. shrek ll, the day after tmr, hp &amp; the prisoner of azkaban are better =) . they're much nicer.:) ohyar today! sorry fer wandering off. today attended math class halfway. cuz it clashes w my ss class. hello? i paid fer e ss class mar lol! *nahz so frens &amp; i were like attendin this wkshop. fopund it rather great. did rrly puzzel me when daph, zinc, jiayi they all left during e break. they find the class absurb or smth. pretty cool what. the lady quite nice. anyway i'm here for the subj, chuck the snobbish speaker lah, if she is. must K my math &amp; art liao. it's like 6 more days to a new semester! gimme a break somebody! ;) juz jesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music: Wo De Zui Ai - Angela Zhang&lt;br /&gt;mood: What a Hectic Life! &gt;&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, pinkberrie07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-108779485867749032?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/108779485867749032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=108779485867749032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/108779485867749032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/108779485867749032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/06/monday-blue.html' title='monday blue?'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7363905.post-108764770818526911</id><published>2004-06-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T20:23:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>wippies...! new blog acc, cuz i forgot what's my previous acc username. =x hehe.. hur. today stay at home do hw only. math. n go hse opp da mall to eat. u can say dat it's a boring dae fer me. aniwae i nidda go do my math hw. blog next time. PS: this time i won't forget my blog acc username! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music: Behind Blue Eyes - Limp Bizkit&lt;br /&gt;mood: Boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, pinkberrie07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363905-108764770818526911?l=pinkberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/108764770818526911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363905&amp;postID=108764770818526911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/108764770818526911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363905/posts/default/108764770818526911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkberrie.blogspot.com/2004/06/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>pinkberrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09335615100989158754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
