<?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-5367328</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:47:14.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Solitaire...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.miny</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-107850348927050956</id><published>2004-03-05T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T08:21:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my darling &lt;b&gt;404 OMners HukaHaydeeBoun&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I know i've closed this blog, but this is something i cannot hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL&lt;/b&gt; ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-107850348927050956?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/107850348927050956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/107850348927050956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107850348927050956' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106803030340295777</id><published>2003-11-05T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T03:05:20.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wHeee! Crazy. =x aHarh.. &lt;br /&gt;//stinks like hawker center// =x Went to this place next to Coro to study today with CynLi. Got bored after a while, and went to Coro to buy ice-cream! ^.^ aHArh. CynLi pratically forced me to buy that tub of ice cream lorh. Either red-bean or corn, grab my hand and made me choose! &gt;.&lt; Hahahaha.. But her hands were like numb or what, digging and digging for my yam.Hahaha.. And so, on the 5th of November, we ate a tub of 500ml ice-cream. Left a bit, but still.. Bu fei si cai guai. ^.^ Hahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;We walked around a bit too, and we saw this pair of bears.!! They make a kissing and 'I Love You' sound when you put them together!! wOohOo! Ah Boun HuKa go and Buy! ^.^ And went to the Lemonade shop, and browsed about a bit. Saw this windchime that's quite nice. =) Browsed through the birthdays of teh TY bears, and found one that is Pamela's Birthday! WHeehAa! =) Kekeke...and when we were ready to leave, it was pouring really hard. CynLi has to cross the bridge, but there's no way she's gonna do it without an umbrella, so we stood there waiting, and just as she called her father, this DA HAO REN offered his umbrella! We didn't even ask or anything, and he just offered his umbrella to us, and said that we can just return it to him anytime. He works there. TA SHI HAO REN! ^.^ Zhen de zhen de Da Hao Ren =) Site 156. hahaha..I'm a stalker. Kekeke. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went Choral Night with Ah Boun =) aHahahaha.. was like telling her in chinese in thosemannerthatyoukeeptalkingandneverstopjustlikethis Gao4 Shu4 Wo3, and she suddenly say our Wo Ai Ni. aHhahahaha. =) So sweet like OuXiangQingJie! ^.^ Kekekeke.. But that was to distract me and i wasn't distracted. ^.^ Kekeke. Ying wei wo shi shen ma. Hahaha.. Crazy =x The performance really make me missed OM and Choral Night like crazy. It's like, i could just SEE us up there on the stage, shin mun up there as her doll, we at row 7 in those costumes, or Shawna preparing to carry out the membership sign and monica vicki with our terra cotta soldiers. Or just Krishna and Lathi and the coconut trees. Ah..na xie xing fu de xiao hai. Sigh.. =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after O's, we'll be going to the Choral Night and then to the Airport for a dinner with LeeLipMing Lao Shi. =) 10pm at night...should be quite fun ba. ^.^ But still...quite sad it's his last 2 days with us. Or 1 ba. Last day teaching us tomorrow. =x abla, but he said, 'Nan Dao Ru Guo Wo Bu Jiao Ni Men Wo Jiu Bu Shi Ni Men De Lao Shi Le Ma?'. Hm.. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAhaha...trying really hard to blog out everything today, because yea. I think this will be the last post ba. It's been really fun blogging, but i am not going to update this anymore, though the blog will still be here. I won't closed it down or anything.. =) So yea...can just all unlink me and stop visiting. =) oKay, Bye bye Blog! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106803030340295777?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106803030340295777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106803030340295777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106803030340295777' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106775766807250722</id><published>2003-11-01T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T23:21:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha..realised most of my posts starts with 'aHarh...' Kekeke.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after my theory exam, met mummy and sister and went shopping! ^.^ Mummy bought a lot of pots and pans that can pop popcorns and make pancakes. Keke.. And what else.. Hmm.. eh...it's fun. ^.^ Afterthat we went back and reached home at around 7+, so mummy said let's walk down and have dinner and sister suggested the new Fish Steamboat place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oKay, this is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; part. So i was happily walking down, humming this song, skipping away and suddenly i heard a 'clarRk' sound. I turned around. ...I stepped on a snail accidentely. !!! And i cracked that poor snail's shell!! &gt;.&lt; Arh..i really didn't do that on purpose! I was just happily humming and skipping away and then clAark! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, so after dinner we went Courts, and mummy bought this Seoul-Garden style steamboat-with-terpanyaki thing, and another foot massager thing. Played with it for awhile, and poured the Dove hand wash into the water, and the Bubbles kept forming!! &gt;.&lt; Almost overflowed. =x aHArh... and after that played a duet with a sister. ^.^ Erm, oKay, played one eighth of a duet with her, and i gave up because she's so much better than me and i just can't get the notes right. =x We played with my sister's new electric weighing machine. aH.. gained weight. =x nvm~ Keke... ^.^ but my digit [4], the bottom stroke just won't show. &gt;.&lt; Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i helped mummy with the prawns, and we used the steamboat-with-terpanyaki thing, and I am so full now. =x Arhhhh~ I love sambal chilli. ^.^ pEewhEee ^.^ Kekeke.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106775766807250722?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106775766807250722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106775766807250722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106775766807250722' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106769742265994598</id><published>2003-11-01T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T23:09:32.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHarh..Today is a happy day again. =) And, my theory exam is Finally over. ^.^ Cross my fingers i can pass. pHew. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106769742265994598?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106769742265994598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106769742265994598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106769742265994598' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106760586101978368</id><published>2003-10-31T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T05:11:11.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHarh..Watching the Wong LiLIn show now.. So cute!! ^.^ And her fingers are so long and slender. So nice! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHARH! HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! ^.^ Saw a bunch of little children with their family walking by my house just now!! ^.^ And one dressed up as a bumble bee! Eh!! With the big big butt! =) SO CUTE!! Ah... ^.^ Today is a happy day. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106760586101978368?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106760586101978368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106760586101978368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106760586101978368' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106734581344002049</id><published>2003-10-28T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T05:05:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh...photo time. hArhaha..my is my darling collection of &lt;b&gt;windchimes&lt;/b&gt;, hanging from right to left. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/p1e5f572ee30aa044a706a165371fb1e6/fabaf751.jpg.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gift from Jill and Fifi, sec 1. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/pdbd2d6c6f5347bdec8cb4d0a14b5a756/fabaf6ef.jpg.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gift from Monica and all. ^.^ Sec 1. wOohOo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/pa127a17a6b06078db631fc544ec2be33/fabaf663.jpg.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift from ShiawYan ^.^ Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/p959610e81c9cb24a0de5ce554f541e9e/fabaf462.jpg.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift from uncle from Swizt., sec 3. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/p751af5e29afac4314367f9baa5612913/fabaf5fb.jpg.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday present from Kor and Jie in primary school. ^.^ My first windchime, and i asked for it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/pafc94df80276dd62f67d34a45e91a51a/fabaf565.jpg.thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday present from LiHong in primary school. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106734581344002049?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106734581344002049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106734581344002049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106734581344002049' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106734537447819845</id><published>2003-10-28T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T04:49:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My beloved Ellie!! ^.^ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid85/pfc62ed2cce0ac5c07232caba93fddf99/fabaef8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106734537447819845?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106734537447819845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106734537447819845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106734537447819845' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106714179782142129</id><published>2003-10-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T02:10:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eEeha. Going to the airport soon. Nah, i'm not flying off.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like i've been to the airport upteem times this year. My brother flying off to other countries for his army training, flying off to Australia with his buddies to enjoy, me flying off to America for OM, fetching my uncle there and back with his buisness trips. ...Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I like the airport, especially when you're the one who's flying off. Just sitting there and waiting, looking at the planes which are either landing or going. It's so different from our daily lives. The people who land, the people who go. Just a glimpse that we have of them, and then they are gone. You leave everything behind and you are gone too. Everything is different, and it seems just for a while that nothing matters much anymore. You don't know what the others are doing, you don't know where they are going. The interraction that you have with them is just a spilt of a second&lt;br /&gt;and then, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Back from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;aRharh. Suddenly i felt so foreign. Sitting on the car with my sis driving, looking at the expressway with so many other cars and i realised everyone of them has a story of their own. You may have seen them before you may not, but everyone out there, who knows when there'll be a second you, or a second group of your friends. You get what i mean... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeee.. after this, all the photos will be uploaded. =) Happy! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106714179782142129?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106714179782142129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106714179782142129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106714179782142129' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106704983135807001</id><published>2003-10-24T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T19:43:53.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to watch The Park. Very sad story!!! =( peEwEee.. Sad sad sad sad sad story. So many people die. My Ah Dan also die! =x Hai... &gt;.&lt; But not bad larh. ^.^ Got money go watch lorh. =) Arhh~~ There goes my &lt;i&gt;Amen&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;And i LOVE the dog we bought for &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.!! It's so cute! So pudgy squashy waudgy. wOoohoooo~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oKay. board with blogging already. i shall go upload the pic ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106704983135807001?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106704983135807001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106704983135807001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106704983135807001' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106692218602585608</id><published>2003-10-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T08:19:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHarh...as much as you are a dear to me. I know you won't bother to read my blog. //wistfulsmile// It's alright, even more the better because you won't know what's going on.. =) Better to be in doubt then to know the truth yea... aHarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuKa fell today!! &gt;.&lt; Reminded me of my fall in America. aHarh. and i just described it to her. wHee.. grossed her out i think. aHArh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Bring me back to the topic again. A very moving entry in someone's blog.  http://sheen-sonata.diaryland.com/ [25th October]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106692218602585608?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106692218602585608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106692218602585608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106692218602585608' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106692101863223730</id><published>2003-10-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T07:56:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 22 Oct 2003 10.20pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No connection today but i just have to blog today's entry down. why? aHarh, maybe because it can be counted as one of my worst days ever, when all you feel was just bad bad and bad. what else...let's see, and worse i guess. =\ Nothing seems to go right today. Perhaps it started yesterday night already ba.. but today, argh. it's a bad day. wHee..let's go celebrate on that. ^.^ ...piAk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the result recieved today was horrible. But as i said, its expected. But thankfully i'll manage to pass overall. but i still want &lt;b&gt;304 up as a Class.&lt;/b&gt; aRgh..i'm whinning. Whinning and whinning terribly and i don't know how to spell whinning. Everything is just going from bad to worse. Argh. i shan't comment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But of course being the bigmouthcan'tkeepmymouthshutformorethan2secondsdiediealsohavetotalk person that i am, i won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arGh. what will happen to us next year? Who would expect such a thing to happen, and we are really dense enough to miss everything. Self-absorbed? aHarh. But we never learn to treasure things until they are gone, or going at least. Why must he leave... I don't want him to leave!! aRgh. I'm really going to scream the roof down. Look, how many teachers are there in the world who are so nice they allow you to sleep-eat-enjoy-relax-andatthesametime&lt;i&gt;learn&lt;/i&gt; in their classes? Not many. And how many of those are posted to our school? One i think. And he's leaving after just one year. For once i passed my Chinese paper 2, and he's leaving. what the.. =x Must he must he must he leave leave leave.. I don't think there will be other teachers who are capable of controlling our class and earning our respects like him already, and i don't want to consider any possibilities. Yes. I'm being defiant rude selfish or whatever you can think of but &lt;b&gt;I just don't want him to go.&lt;/b&gt; We haven't even give him a teachers' day gift, our class tee, invite him to anything special or do anything sweet and he's Leaving. What nonsense is this.. ...Sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Janet Ng, our form teacher, Mrs Ng, ex-Ms Lim. aRgh. who would have thought that she'll get sick. She's right. We take things for granted. We just assumed. But that's not the case. She's sick, and i don't think she's been feeling any better, and there we are, causing her so much trouble, disappointing her with our results. What are we. =x She don't even know if she's going up with us next year. Ms Ang don't even know if she's going up with us next year, and next year, he'll be with SJI. What rubbish is this. Our supposedly most important year, and those who matters may not be with us anymore. ...plain rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day. It seems like nothing is going right. and just to prove my point, on my way back with huiyi, she met her father and her father told her her hamster died. wOw. =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHee. Such a happy day. Let's just all go bang the wall and get enrolled into SJI. yea, and dragged mrs ng and ms ang with us. that will be nice. andmysisishereandidon'twantherreadingthissoishalljustenditoffhere. mUack everyone. =) whEe. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106692101863223730?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106692101863223730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106692101863223730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106692101863223730' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106674474272242255</id><published>2003-10-21T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T06:59:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai. So far i have been passing all the subjects. Okay, SS with Moderation, which is quite disappointing, but still i passed and that's more than i can ask for now. Feeling not good now, and tomorrow we're taking back Chem and History. =x Which is bad, because i will never be able to pass them. ...Sigh. ARGH! I'M DESPERATE NOW! I WANT TO BE PROMOTED I DON'T WANT TO BE RETAINED. I WANTE 304 ALL UP AS A CLASS. ...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHarh. "HI MINNY HI MINNY!!!!oops =X wo wang ji le.ying gai jiang hua yu o!ming tian jian ba, xiaoyuan'er" ... =x Muahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106674474272242255?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106674474272242255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106674474272242255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674474272242255' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106665926694881355</id><published>2003-10-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T07:14:26.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wHee.e. I've got a new WindChime! =) Lalala..maybe i should take a photo of all my windchimes =) and of course, Ellie! ^.^ wHeee my darLing! =) Hahahaha... kK. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106665926694881355?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106665926694881355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106665926694881355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665926694881355' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106648804591041027</id><published>2003-10-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T07:40:45.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Spoz/1055613444_cturesduck.JPG" border="0" alt="Duck"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Kooky's Preagnat Purple duck! Call this&lt;br&gt;number and it will get you help, maybe it's not&lt;br&gt;your fault your crazy but other people may be&lt;br&gt;afraid to venture clower to you in fear of your&lt;br&gt;contagous weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Spoz/quizzes/%20Which%20posession%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; Which posession are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106648804591041027?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106648804591041027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106648804591041027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106648804591041027' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106648467237829218</id><published>2003-10-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T06:44:31.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;24th November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeee... That will be the last one. =) Have i mentioned how absolutely i love taking X-Rays, changing into those weird clothes and just waiting there for oh-so-long again and again, just waiting for the last few words, "No deprovement." Oh wow, that is so fun and i just so love every minute of it. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;oK, actually its not that bad.aHarh... It's quite fun larh. Kay. And 24th November will be the last check-up! wHeee. =) aHArh... Quite sad haRh, but will save my parents a lot of money larh. So there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106648467237829218?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106648467237829218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106648467237829218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106648467237829218' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106648186726749076</id><published>2003-10-18T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T05:57:46.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wHeee..Had fun at Kbox. Look at HuKa's blog. oK. That's it i guess. =) wHee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| oK.fine.i.don't.know.what.happened.but.its.fine.Fine. |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106648186726749076?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106648186726749076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106648186726749076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106648186726749076' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106630738926742211</id><published>2003-10-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T05:29:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now blog other the in blog to temptation a have- it do not must i no- it delete to have really i- argh-&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;haha- it of sick grow will i, enough long this do i if maybe- it reading of sick get may people or- best the be will that- wHeeE- aRgh- day happy a such originally was today- now it to happen what- &lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;//asleep fall//-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106630738926742211?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106630738926742211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106630738926742211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106630738926742211' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106623144458432417</id><published>2003-10-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T08:24:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHaha...Was looking at those travel adverts going to Taiwan, and suddenly decided i'll rather go Genting this holiday instead, because it will be no fun without my siblings!! And it'll be just me..me..and still me. =x Nvm, since i'm so self-absorbed..~~ hArha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started picking up the piano again. =) And not playing those popular Hits either. Playing those classical songs, and really liking it. =) Guess i've not touched the piano for a very long time, and yea, i'm not great at it or anything, but still its a nice feeling. =) I like! Hahaha.. kK. Forgot what i came to blog about initially, but i'm very hAppy becAuse i"m goiNg tO thE zOo tOmoRroWwww! ^.^ wHeeeE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahArh. guess i'm blogging a lot today. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106623144458432417?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106623144458432417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106623144458432417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106623144458432417' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106620127626166892</id><published>2003-10-15T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T00:03:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing better to do today since my Theory lesson's cancelled, so came online again and look what i found! wHeeE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Taken from www.msn.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/access/150/Oct03/caiken_101003_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay Aiken's Painful Secrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clay Aiken went from runner-up "Idol" to platinum-selling recording artist, and now his first full-length album "Measure of a Man" drops on Oct. 14. The singer sat down with Access Hollywood's Shaun Robinson and revealed painful secrets from his past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun Robinson&lt;/b&gt;: About the relationship that you never had with your father, you actually called him a 'sperm donor.' Tough words, but it obviously stems from a very tough childhood, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/b&gt;: In a way, the majority of the situation happened early on in life. The difficult part is that I'm usually an open book and I don't mind talking about it, but I've also got my mother to think about. So when I open my book up I open her book up too, and she's a very private person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although Clay tries to protect his mother, who he claims was abused by his father, he has no regrets going public.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: Do you wish you had never talked about your father at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay&lt;/b&gt;: Sometimes I do. I think the first thing that triggered it all was a story that came up in the Star. In that article they made my mom look somewhat bad which was not true. It needed to be addressed just to set the record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: You've obviously survived a very tough childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay&lt;/b&gt;: You know, I think I grew from it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clay grew into an overnight sensation, complete with tabloid frenzy and speculation, most notably the rumors of him being gay, which he denies. In fact, Clay told Shaun he's almost ready to have that special lady in his life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: Are you dating anybody?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not, my schedule has been so busy and I need somebody to go to the American Music Awards with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: Who would be the perfect date to the AMAs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay&lt;/b&gt;: Hmmm, Miss Oklahoma. I sang for the Miss America Pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: You took a liking to Miss Oklahoma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clay&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, and I'm sure she's sitting at home right now so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------wHeeE! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;| You.are.no.longer.accepted.You.are.formally.rejected.From.the.one.you.hurt |&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106620127626166892?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106620127626166892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106620127626166892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106620127626166892' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106619475635584718</id><published>2003-10-14T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:12:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wHee.. Tried to edit the lyrics to &lt;i&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt;, but i couldn't find the edit thing anymore. Ok, maybe i don't know How to. 8) hArk. I'll post it again then, the edited [fine,so i copied it out from Janice's blog.Keke] one, since it's such beautiful lyrics. =) wOohOo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sozzled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried my best, but its never good enough&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried to impress, but I never could go far&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to question, my regression&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wreckage on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Am i ever gonna find, a brighter side of me&lt;br /&gt;Like a prisoner confined, in my own captivity&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its finally time, to take back what is mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i try to, live it up today&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping that, I won't lose my way&lt;br /&gt;Again, I think I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;The pain, I'll make it go away, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty tears into me, as I scream out to myself&lt;br /&gt;But then again I am the key, to my own journey out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I must hold on, and keep going strong&lt;br /&gt;I won't bid my farewell&lt;br /&gt;What if I said, that I live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;Can I go ahead, and do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I decide my own fate, its for me to create&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I've grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106619475635584718?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106619475635584718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106619475635584718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106619475635584718' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106619441485468428</id><published>2003-10-14T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:06:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..Oh my, i just did the dumbest thing. Typed this rather long blog, and clicked "Ctrl Z", and deleted everything away. ... aHArh, i guess it's rather funny now come to think of it. Whatever. ....... I don't use to like that word, what am i doing typing it? -sHrug- wHatever. Hahaha.. 8) So yea, now i'm using my bro's com again. Without him knowing it. wHeee. 8) Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past one week odd have been hectic! What with all the things that are going on with my closest buddies who are now attached ;), and also with the dreaded Exam Week. aHarh. But with all these mugging going on, i can still feel things ..changing. But anyway.. yea. Been studying outside so much for the past few weeks! Very rarely will i get home before 9, usually around 9 plus 10, and my family have seen me almost as much as they see my brother, who is away on Army for almost one week, minus the weekends. =x Yea, kinda miss them while we're studying. Haha.. but anyway, Guess! Where is the nicest place to study? ....wHee... MacDonalds and Burger Kings! Haha.. cRap. But they're nice, unlike KFC. =x Which don't allow any kids in for some studying. Like... =x aHArh. Really enjoyed those studying times, haha..perhaps its because i'm hanging out with my friends at the same time. One really memorable night was the night we were cramming for Physics. That was horrible and really sweet at the same time. Hahaha.. And now with no more Exams going on, it's like i have nothing to do at night anymore, and yea...feel kinda weird. ahArh... perhaps i have grown to like studying? x) aHAh.. i doubt so. It's just the hanging out. ...come to think of it, somewhat like OM. The hanging out. =) But now, i'm just glad the Exams are over for me. Too much fast food restuarants already! Smelling of fast food everywhere i go. aRgh. =x and stuyding out means gorging on food, which equates to Putting on weight! Hahaha.. what rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so... now the two of my closest buddies are attached... ...don't know what to say. Of course i'm happy for them. =) The smiles that they have on their faces, and i know that those two guys are really fortunate people. Hahaha...=) But still... things are different now. Different not in any bad ways, different not in any good ways. It's just simply Different. A natural Different, and i'm coping with it. Yea. we all are i guess. =) I'm not going to say more today, because i know how sensitive my darhlings are, and how much they care for their friends, and also because i can feel myself changing too. Yea...so i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my horoscope in The Sunday Times on Sunday, and mine said something like, while enjoying your new life do not forget the good friends who have stuck by your side. I guess that's true in some extent for me, and i want you guys out there to know that i really care =) aHArh..maybe not as much as i'll like to, maybe not as often nor not as obvious as you would have know, but yea, i do care. =) Hey, is it weird? Me refering to you all as my darhlings. Hahaha.. but aH, the word just rolled off my tongue yea. wOoHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long post. Think i'll end it off already. =) wHeee! I'm going to the Zoo tomorrow with my seven most treasured darhlings!! ^.^ And with all the monkeys, elephants, hippos, penguins, giraffes, and what and what?? the PLAYGROUND! YesH! Ah... wHeeeEe! =) And Finally, i'm going to take NeoPrints with Monica, Shawna, Fifi, Shushu and Vicki. Knowing them for 3 years already, and i've never taken any neoprints with them. ...Hm.. Arwell. Tomorrow will be a Happy day! =) Lalalalala... ^.^ //victory sign with lopsided mouth// Hahaha.. Thanks for being there everyone. =) *mUack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106619441485468428?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106619441485468428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106619441485468428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106619441485468428' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106613685997778081</id><published>2003-10-14T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T06:07:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WheEE!! EOY's Finally O-V-E-R!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... K. i think i'll go and study now. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106613685997778081?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106613685997778081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106613685997778081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106613685997778081' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106501995708912686</id><published>2003-10-01T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T07:52:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoOHoo!! &lt;b&gt;Happy Childrens' Day!!!!&lt;/b&gt; Lalala =) Janet Ng and Ang Wee Ling gave us this personalised keychain with our names on it, and at the back, mine wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Always remember to forget the things that make you sad&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the things that make you glad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHa..but what if the things that make you glad, are the things that make you sad.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106501995708912686?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106501995708912686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106501995708912686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106501995708912686' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106501683102114963</id><published>2003-10-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T07:00:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042697742_esSunGddss.jpg" border="0" alt="Sun Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of the Sun and there's no doubt that you&lt;br&gt;have a bright and cheery exterior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilweegee/quizzes/What%20Element%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/evilweegee/1060282193_tureslight.gif" border="0" alt="Element :: Light"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106501683102114963?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106501683102114963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106501683102114963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106501683102114963' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106493309487913699</id><published>2003-09-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T07:44:54.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHarh...feeling really stressed. =x Really don't want to let my parents down... Lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday went for Sozzled competition.! Really, they don't suck. I mean, they might not be as brushed up as the band before them, but they are one of the better ones which i've heard when i got there. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at them, I felt... kinda envious. ...=x I mean, they still have how long a road before them? How many more competitions for them to join, how many more years for them to work together again..? For some, one mistake means the end of it all, the end of everything. It's not something that we can try again when we make an error. And as much as you want those times back, they're gone already. They are part of the past. ... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still watching the news, and this 12 year old princess run away from her wedding because she doesn't want to marry the 15 year old guy. But too bad she was coaxed back again.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt; is really beautiful yea..? =) I'm talking about the lyrics. Hahaha.. With songs like these, Sozzled will really have a long way to go. So, yea. Clare Janice Melanie and Yan Tong, wOohOO! ^.^ Don't lose hope because you guys can make it =) aiyA, i say can then can larh! Hahaha..^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106493309487913699?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106493309487913699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106493309487913699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106493309487913699' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106493212305375825</id><published>2003-09-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T07:28:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHarh..watching News now, and this boy who was interviewed said, "...Everytime say we very fat, and my sister arh, everytime tease me..." HaiyO.. &gt;.&lt; Why the sister like that one..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106493212305375825?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106493212305375825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106493212305375825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106493212305375825' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106493018315856344</id><published>2003-09-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T06:56:23.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sozzled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried my best&lt;br /&gt;But it's never good enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to question&lt;br /&gt;My regression&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wreckage on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Am I ever gonna find&lt;br /&gt;A brighter side of me&lt;br /&gt;Like a prisoner confined&lt;br /&gt;In my own captivity&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's finally time&lt;br /&gt;To take back what is mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And now I try to live it up today&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I won't lose my way&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;The pain...&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it go away&lt;br /&gt;Today*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty tears into me&lt;br /&gt;As I scream out to myself&lt;br /&gt;But then again I am the key to my own journey out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I must hold on and keep going strong&lt;br /&gt;I won't bid my farewell&lt;br /&gt;What if I said&lt;br /&gt;I live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;Can i go ahead and do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;I decide my own fate&lt;br /&gt;It's for me to create&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I've grown&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/5367328-106493018315856344?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106493018315856344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106493018315856344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106493018315856344' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106458800915360501</id><published>2003-09-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:53:29.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060130510_CWINDOWSDesktopcrazy.jpg" border="0" alt="Season = Crazy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Most Like The Season ... NO wait! Hold it!&lt;br&gt;You're not like a season at all! You're a&lt;br&gt;psycho... You need a new season created just&lt;br&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;You either answered wildly to be different, or you&lt;br&gt;truly are a 'special case'. Independant -&lt;br&gt;maybe, Intelligent - somewhat. Weird and wacky&lt;br&gt;- most certainly.&lt;br /&gt;A nut case, a fruit cake, the joker, the insane&lt;br&gt;lunatic :) However be careful or you may get&lt;br&gt;locked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Done... You're not at home in any of the&lt;br&gt;seasons, you creat your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Season%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106458800915360501?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106458800915360501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106458800915360501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106458800915360501' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106449763114223189</id><published>2003-09-25T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T06:47:10.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh..I gave Bouncy the wrong idea with my previous post.. &gt;.&lt; No, bOUn, i'm not talking about &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; things, but about other totally different things. ^.^ But Thanks Ah Boun for asking.. =) I knew you'll always be there for me! ^.^ And HuKa HayDee.. *mUack. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oK. i don't feel like blogging anymore. Next time ba. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106449763114223189?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106449763114223189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106449763114223189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106449763114223189' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106440972594115027</id><published>2003-09-24T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T06:22:05.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Singapore's Brainiest Kids yesterday. Argh.. really wanted either Jose or Louise to win. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... i think i'm really a suLa. aHarh, a wimp. There are some things that i want to say, but i know i can't. What will happen if i say them? I don't know, and i don't want to find out. So what can i do... hArh. And since i can't just express what i feel, am i being untrue to the people around me... //stumped// ...Lei le. hArh..i guess its true what i say to HayDee then. I don't really let people to ge to know me. I mean, what can you say you know about me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I don't know why but i'll just go into one of these &lt;i&gt;moods&lt;/i&gt; occasionally yea. Sometimes i wonder if its perhaps i think too much. Not about studies but about the surroundings, people around me, and like living in my own world. I don't know why but i'm just feeling bad. It must be spilt personality or something. Just exactly what is wrong with me.!! I need to get out of this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... &gt;.&lt; Lalala.. K. So let's talk about some happy things. =) So i got into the same WEP as HuKa! =) Our first choice too... Lalalala, that's something to be happy about. Hmm... oKay, so try and curl up your lips a little minYuan, and open your mouth and Smile. =) You can't go upstairs like this with your blank face... Smile. =) Keee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;Bouncy&lt;/b&gt; Wo mei you bu chai ni!! I just didn't feel like talking, oKay? =) And now that i Want to talk, you're not online. Eh!! Nvm larh, still love you. =) *mUack. and i'm really Sorry for kinda not talking to you kay... Smile ah. =)&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/5367328-106440972594115027?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106440972594115027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106440972594115027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106440972594115027' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106432742182081177</id><published>2003-09-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T07:36:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling very tired.. &gt;.&lt; I guess i'll go sleep for 5 years already. Lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people naturally selfish..? I mean, you realised, everytime when other people asks you for opinions, you'll be rather firm with your decision, and like, tell her very straightly it's just &lt;b&gt;IT&lt;/b&gt;? But when it comes to your own situations, you'll hesistate and can't really settle down on one, and keep changing your mind, thinking it true? Is it because we really care about our friends, and wanted to reassure them that their decision is right, or is it because we just don't bother thinking about them. Eh.. so sad. &gt;.&lt; Lalala.. nevermind, &lt;b&gt;Monica Shawna Fifi ShuShu WeiShyuan Vicki HuKa HayDee Bouncy CynLi Pamela&lt;/b&gt; and others, I Love you guys!! ^.^ Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I'm still very tried... .... .......... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHaaa... today i reached home near 7pm, went to bath and then to bed. Hahaha.. yes, i'm really tired. So i was in my room, on my bed Sleeping. And at around 8.20+, I heard my father coming upstairs, and he went to bath and went back downstairs, and he started asking my mom and my sis where i am. Hahaha.. and they started searching for me. Shouting my name, which i didn't answer because i'm still half asleep, and my father ran upstairs downstairs everywhere searching for me!! Their last resort was to call my handphone. Hahahaha... and they realised the handphone was in the living room where they are, my dad came upstairs again, and FINALLY saw me. Hahahahaha... ... ... HAHAHAHA...  ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHa..Talked A LOT about OM today,and thankew to Clare and CynLi who listened. ^.^  and feeling really happy because i've got those memories. ^.^ &lt;b&gt;OMners&lt;/b&gt;, you guys really Rawk. Ah... ai4 si3 ni3 men2 le4! ^.^ *mUack. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106432742182081177?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106432742182081177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106432742182081177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106432742182081177' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106415527947129122</id><published>2003-09-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T07:41:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha.. Don't know why but i'm feeling very happy these few days. =) Stressed but Happy. And i found a new way to tidy my bed! The usual, the pillow and bolster on their spot, the frog and Ellie there. But instead of like, you know..putting the blankie nicely over my bed, i just stuff it behind the bed, along with all the soft toys. And it looks neat kay. Lalalala.. ^.^ Wo zhen shi ge tian cai. Hahahaha... Rubbish =x Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Only depressing thing is, i realised my weight is actually what, &lt;b&gt;470&lt;/b&gt; N! &gt;.&lt; Last time use to be two digits.. now three digits le. Hahaha.. I am so rubbish. Thankew ^.^ Lalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106415527947129122?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106415527947129122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106415527947129122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106415527947129122' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106406709667947236</id><published>2003-09-20T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T07:11:36.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday during Project Work Period, everyone gathered in the auditorium for this Project Work presentation. And i just coudln't help but picture us on stage. And i really do want to be on stage, presenting our item all over again. You know, the thrill of just being there, waiting to get up, rushing but not rushing, pushing the props up... Just everything. I cuold just see us up there, me shuching and fifi with the new backdrop, shawna with the membership sign &lt;i&gt;31228&lt;/i&gt; monica vicki with all the soldiers and boxes of props. Its giving me this weird feeling now just as i think of it. You know...the feeling of longing, wanting it so much.. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of putting up a whole play together by yourselves... I'm not a great performer, not even a good one.. but the feeling is just... ^.^ The nervousness, the excitment... i don't know how to describe. But it's just great. First with Grease, WaWa.. and now OM. I could just see ourselves up there preparing you know.. with the MC asking us if we're ready, us cheering and then pushing everything out and perform. The rush of it all... just longing again for that 7mins. Just that 7 mins, can't it happen again...!! &gt;.&lt; Argh.. whine and whine. Hahaha.. like it'll help. =/ &lt;br /&gt;Thought about some things which i've seemed to forgot about.. like how our backdrop used to be different, how weishyuan and monica tried to get wei shyuan's dog near me &gt;.&lt; Told Clare about some things regarding OM, but don't think she understands what i'm trying to say. Haha.. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;And we're really competitive you know.. going to the OM website to check out our opponants details. One of them had the same birthday as me! Hahaha.. from ACSI. And jumping on this slight typo error, trying to make it into a penalty.. Haha, of course those are us playing. And one really sweet moment, when Vicki made us that song to perk us up, because we were feeling down at some things. The song was really sweet. =) It has a whole paragraph just for each of us. &lt;i&gt;We are the true Champions.. &lt;/i&gt; Hahaha.. That's really ego, but still ^.^ And St Mag. ^.^ Their performance was really nice, though we're quite shocked that they did a musical too. And i meant it in a good way. And the JuDo girl, whom i have no reason how she got there because the others don't really like her that much, including the teachers, and the role she got was so minor! For some unknown reasons, we always have this feeling and belief that we'll win, that we're the best. In our hearts anyway ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;Our first two songs from our play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I have thought of a dream for nights and days. &lt;br /&gt;It's a dream of a lifetime and eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Longevity.&lt;br /&gt;Forever MeeEeeee. &lt;br /&gt;ELiXiR OF LiFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha......&lt;br /&gt;HaHa.......&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Fool......&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Fool He is.......&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Fool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ^.^ I love OM... ~~ Kekeke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106406709667947236?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106406709667947236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106406709667947236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106406709667947236' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106398314328743938</id><published>2003-09-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T07:52:22.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!!! I won. ^.^ Hahahahaha.. The minesweeper game i mean. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106398314328743938?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106398314328743938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106398314328743938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398314328743938' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106398307634583226</id><published>2003-09-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T07:51:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past few days have been staying back everyday with HuKa HayDee and Ah Boun to study. But not much use i guess, since i don't do anything once i get home! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we didn't do much. Ah Boun wanted to do her blog, and we spent a very long time on it.. ard 2 hour? In the end i only managed to finish my maths graded. But we had a very long talk. ^.^ Hahaha.. did i mention it was just me and Ah Boun yesterday? ;) Kekeke. Because HayDee got tuition, and HuKa... ^.^ Lalala.. But we had a very long talk, me and Boun. I gave her conseling session! //applause// Hahaha.. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;And today, did my Lit assignment. Ah Boun tried doing her blog again, but blogger was down at that time i suppose. We left HuKa all alone until Cyn Li joined her. Hahaha.. And after i've finished my Lit, i went over to join them. Brought my new Lin Jun Jie's album along. ^.^ My mama bought it for me yesterday! *mUack. =) So me and CynLi blasted it, to its full volume, so that we can just put the earphones up on the table and listen to it. And for some strange reasons, CynLi went to put both earphones into her ears! At the highest volume! Gosh, Cyn Li, got any problem must tell me kay? Bu Yao Xiang Bu Kai! ^.^ Hahahaha... And suay suay enough, i was just putting the biscuits into my mouth, when the [Constipated Teacher] saw and caught us for eating, and told us to keep them away. mUahaha.. then we suddenly went to the photocopying machine to photocopy our hands, and the constipated teacher saw us again, and like Tsk us for mamaking so much noise, so we rush downstaris again, and messed up all our photocopied hands. Hahaha.. then we rush here rush there to collect our photocopied hands. &lt;br /&gt;So then me and CynLi went to the benches outside the English Dept, and continue doing our work untli our fathers come. Hahaha.. and CynLi tried spurting our water like those urm, water fountain? And so she kept dranking the water, kept it in her mouth, laughed and swallowed it again, and repeat the whole thing again and again, until she say she'll try it some other time in the toilet. Hahaha.. drank all those water for nothing, and felt so bloated! Hahahaha. ^.^ So then, her dad came, and after she left for a while, Gary Tang, on his way home i think, saw me there and said 'Go home larh.. Don't stay until so late! Who you waiting for..' And i replied my Father, and he said, 'Ah... oK'. Hahaha.. And then my dad came. Fun day today. I like ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm in the middle of this intense minesweeper game. 25 vs 25, and each have half a chance of winning because the last mine's spot is found. Argh..time to make my move.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106398307634583226?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106398307634583226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106398307634583226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398307634583226' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106378225495363096</id><published>2003-09-17T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T00:04:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aHa...in school now. ^.^ Just had my class lunch [Pizzas + Ice-Cream] and it Rawks! ^.^  Janet Ng and Ang Wee Ling bought the Ice Cream. ^.^ Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;Bleag, but now i smell of the pizza bread. I don't like!! &gt;.&lt; Smelly. Bleag. That's why i don't like to eat pizza. hEh. Lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now while i was with Ah Boun, HuKa and HayDee, Chua Mei Hong came over. I was like half squatting on the bench, but wAh, saw her and quickly yea, got back into the seating position. ^.^ Was like really scared she'll come over, because for the past one odd years, she has been scolding me, saying things like i'm too noisy or somthing. =x And... she walked over... And i'm like half-shocked. And she asked, "You girls are still together ah?" aHaha..and had a tiny chat, and she asked "So is minYuan still as noisy?" which i replied, "No. I'm very demure now." ^.^ And HuKa HayDee and Ah Boun went, "Yea... Worse~!!" . &gt;.&lt; And you know what Mrs Chua said? She said something like, "aHa, at least it provides entertainment, a &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; quality of hers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ Eh, oKay. I cannot really remember her exact words, but for the first time in almost two years, she praised me again! ^.^ Really happy. Hahaha... She has been my form teacher in Sec 1, and she was really nice. But from Sec 2 onwards, i started getting really scared of her. Heh. But she praised me today!! Lalalalala.. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHa. ah Boun's making her blog now. ^.^ And we spent like 20mins thinking up the name for her. &gt;.&lt; Hahaha... Feeling happy today though i stink like a pizza. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wheeeeeeeeee~~~ bouncy bouncy here.. making blogggggg now.. lyk so funy suddenly.. eh.. later i blog one month i stop le.. =XX.. no no.. it shan't happen.. blehax.. shall go do my blog nowwwwww... make it nice nice de.. ^^ http://tears-in-me.blogspot.com~ ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106378225495363096?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106378225495363096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106378225495363096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106378225495363096' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106372115689295352</id><published>2003-09-16T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T07:05:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FrogWithaBanjoGirl/1063129854_resstalker.JPG" border="0" alt="stalker"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're goin' down! 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How come the links and tagbOard didn't appear. Arwell, EOYs coming. Havta study already. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;I want to play minesweeper I want to play minesweeper... ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106371891599447846?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106371891599447846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106371891599447846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106371891599447846' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106353015012155818</id><published>2003-09-14T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T02:02:29.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ They're.both.convinced.that.a.sudden.passion.joined.them.Such.certainty.is.beautiful-but.uncertainty.is.more.beautiful.still ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106353015012155818?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106353015012155818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106353015012155818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106353015012155818' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106345978897061932</id><published>2003-09-13T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T06:29:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blackcat000/1052693962_tsbig_grin.jpg" border="0" alt="big grin"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Big Grin; :-D  applaud my award-winning smile &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This quiz was made by Sara (www.saradover.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blackcat000/quizzes/What%20facial%20expression%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What facial expression are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/neutral.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106345978897061932?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106345978897061932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106345978897061932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106345978897061932' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106343615221072450</id><published>2003-09-12T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T23:55:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i met Bouncy and HuKa's friends at Long Johns to do homework, and at one point i can't believed that i'm almost on the verge of tears. &lt;br /&gt;... OM.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. HuKa and Bouncy and the rest of them have always given us a special lucky charm or something before our major competition. The Inter-School competition and the Nationals. But for World Finals, they were not there. Call me superstitious or whatever, but i can't help thinking that if they were there, if they had given us something, a fruit with encouragements written on top as they usually did, maybe things will turn out different. &lt;br /&gt;HuKa said:" Shi4 Ni3 Men2 Lan3 Duo4 Larh..." &lt;br /&gt;Yea...its because of us, and i'm just grabbing something to throw the blame on. How long has it been...? Almost 3 months already and i still can't help feeling regretful for not grabbing that chance. &gt;.&lt; ShOot mE~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106343615221072450?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106343615221072450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106343615221072450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106343615221072450' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106327430596026242</id><published>2003-09-11T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T02:58:25.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SJI Guys&lt;br /&gt;good looking , good guys , pleasant personality,&lt;br&gt;but ometimes maybe over confident.usually well&lt;br&gt;liked by many girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/denisefelicity/quizzes/What%20school%20boy%20would%20u%20most%20likly%20to%20date%3F/"&gt;What school boy would u most likly to date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106327430596026242?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106327430596026242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106327430596026242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106327430596026242' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106326493553493105</id><published>2003-09-11T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T00:22:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. I feel so angry after i read the review for &lt;b&gt;Turn Left Turn Right&lt;/b&gt; from The Straits Times! &gt;.&lt; That person must be a super loyal worker for MediaWorks or something, or just simply a boring chap with no feelings. Gosh. Poor thing, all logic and no emotions. Tsk Tsk. !!! Angry! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said is simply rubbish, so don't read his review, or if you have read it already just simply ignored it because he's a big liar who lies without uh, breaking his pen or sth. =x And i feel so sad for him with all the movies that he's watching, since from his review you can see clearly that the movies he likes are dull-draggy-long winded-meaningless movies. He wants everything up to people's imagination, so why not we just filmed one moview with two people walking and leave everything up to him yea? Let his sit all alone in his cinema watching and enJoying it. Yea, we're so kind. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;And to clear up his words, the two extra characters are Not annoying. They are there to evoke feelings you see. Such that we'll waver between sadness and happiness. In case for your sorry self that you don't know, there is such a thing called humour, comedy. EH! HaiyO. angry larh. How can he write such rubbish. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106326493553493105?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106326493553493105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106326493553493105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106326493553493105' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106320489801148376</id><published>2003-09-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T07:45:58.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Chem make-up today... It was alright, learnt a few things. ^.^ And oh yea. Calculated and let's see... Me and Janice will be able to get to Sec 4 by the time we're 28. &lt;b&gt;28&lt;/b&gt; only what..not long. Wheee.... Since we took around 20 mins to do one MCQ, one paper 1 hour 40 MCQ, you do the calculations. We'll need 13 + years before we can finish the paper since there's only one final per year. So yea, actually it should be 14 years, and so we'll &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; finish our Chem Paper 1 by the time we're 29? Wow... =x Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turn Left Turn Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!! This movie is a Must-Watch!! It's so sweet... ^.^ Love it love it love it! But too bad i was late for around 5 mins, but still manage to catch from the introduction of casts onwards =) Was crying like crazy throughout the show, and not because its heart-wrenching sad... but really a mixture of sadness happiness and many others. And really when you think about it, its kinda blends into our everyday life, how we lose something so easily just because we did not grab hold of it. How someone might be so near and yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;Won't spoil the story line for those who haven't catch it. Really, its a Must-See! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106320489801148376?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106320489801148376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106320489801148376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320489801148376' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106310873795435715</id><published>2003-09-09T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:26:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my. Pamela!! I was viewing your pic, and then i accidentally closed the window with my half-written blog!! Hahaha..nvm ^.^ I'll just re-type. They are happy memories anyway!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; eXpreSSionsS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Expressions camp was fun. =) Really enjoyed it, especially today! Felt quite sad that it was the last day... But still it was fun. =) Really didn't expect it to have any participants, much less a success!! Hahaha.. and was rather shocked it's actually this week. Kept thinking its far far away or sth. The first day was still allright, but me and Monica left after lunch. Heard that the WebQuest wasn't any fun, but Mr Adrain Chan is a nice person yea. ^.^ Hahaha.. And we were the camera men yesterday!! Which rawks cause we took lots of photos. And some junk photos too.. of our legs and stuffs. Hahaha.. I like the curry puff at today's tea time!! Hahaha..it was way better than yesterday's lunch. I hate viggies, and the chicken has hairs on them!! Hahaha... Yea, and me and Monica left at lunch yesterday. Have i said that already? Kekeke... But we swopped duties with the others to come by down again today as Camera Men again because today's lesson includes Drama!! Which R.A.W.K.S. Cause Gary Tang Rawks. Hahaha. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;But some people didn't come today, maybe because of the bad experience or something yesterday, but they're missing out alot!! The morning today was still oKay. ^.^ It was fun because me and Monica were taking loads of junk shots or ourselves! Hahahaha.. and we had this criminal series too. Hahaha, which Ms Teo joined in too ^.^ *mUack! So urm, yea... //look left look right// uh, we're not really exactly responsible for the battery low thing yea. yea.... //look left look right// Harhahaha!! ^.^ Things picked up during the second hour or so.. Cause we followed Group A to Drama! Boy, its hilarious... All the games. Quite disappointed we didn't managed to untangle ourselves for the Octopus, but it was realy fun. Hahaha, i was practically hugging Magdeline throughout!! I think its Magdeline, can't really see her face so yea you know how i was holding her. But hahahaha, Poor girl. Hahaha.. ^.^ But it would really be fantastic if we could work it out! If only it wasn't for the lunch time. Too bad Monica left before the game... =x Lunch was nice! Bee Hoon with Chicken Wings. Kekeke..Nicer than yesterday's anyway.. ^.^ But decided to stay for the whole thing partly because of the drama lessons for Group B, and partly because I want to see their group presentation. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time i saw Bouncy, and was quite sorry to leave her all alone because we had originally planned to do homework together. But it worked out fine in the end =) Got really High during Lunch, and yea, was super hyper when i brought Group B to the drama room. Just hope they don't feel the urge to punch me or something. Or worse, Zao3 Ren2 Lai2 Kan3 Wo3. Hahahaha.. ^.^ But i was quite insensitive because I just got so used to being around people who understand the way that i speak, that i forgot about those who don't. Janet Ng will kill me for that. =x Tried to get Group B talking while we're waiting for Mr Tang, but yea... basically its just me blabbering about what Janet Ng said and yea. Ran out of things to say, but Mr Tang came. Come to think of it, should have played Ouch. Hahahah ^.^ I love that game. =)&lt;br /&gt;After that was the tea-break again before their group presentation. Was really tried by then, i don't know why. Me Ming Xiu and Yi Fang just stood there with the wind blowing against us, looked across at those buildings and trees and start singing those sad songs like An Jing, Qing Tian and At the Beginning. And i thought of the song Vicki wrote for us, and started to miss OM so much! So we weren't really migling around.. Heh, but just seating there. &lt;br /&gt;I miss OM. =x&lt;br /&gt;hEh... And so we helped out with one group's performance, I was the Taxi Driver. hahahahaha.. and i think i went off too early. Heh =P But basically it was very fun and amusing!! Took a last group photo, and just when i was about to press the click, it ran out of battery! Had to run to get my own camera then.. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;And the end, the end of the whole camp, i had to cross the bridge,so was sort of walking with those from Regents, since they're heading towards Westmall. ^.^ Was tired already, and didn't know what to talk to them about. Heh..i need my friends around me!! ^.^ But it was rather funny... cause Halfway through Michael started saying one of their Regent cheers i think. Hahahahaha... But at the bus stop again, talked a bit, but i slipped away soon because.. Yea, i need my friends with me. Keke... ^.^ But he said i look like i'm from Sec 4. Eh..old le. Harhahahaha.. =)&lt;br /&gt;But yea..it all ended there i guess. Evelyn, Magdeline,Nazara, Joanne, Issac, Michael, Shaun aka Grace, Mohammad, Arnold Stanley. Hahaha... those from AES, Regent, Jurong, Unity, Chestnut Sec .... ^.^ Don't know if i've missed out any school cause i've got really bad memory and spelling. =x Keke..But yea, you guys are great! ^.^ *mUack. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so i guess this the end of &lt;i&gt;eXpreSSions&lt;/i&gt; ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106310873795435715?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106310873795435715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106310873795435715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106310873795435715' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106310390274062873</id><published>2003-09-09T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T03:38:22.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another ending. The Expressions Camp in school ended.&lt;br /&gt;... i don't like endings.&lt;br /&gt;And so on my way home today on bus 171, i regretted not talking to them more at the bus stop. I mean, all i did was to mumbble a few words and then i slipped away. When i got down the bus, i did the stupidiest thing ever. I actually sat at the bus stop to wait for the bus that they are taking, 852, to pass by before walking home. I hope they didn't see me. It would be so embarrassing!! But as i sat there waiting for their bus to pass, which was a long time, i started thinking about a lot of things, and i guess i really enjoyed just sitting there and looking around, not doing anything much. oKay- i was sms'ing. hEh ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;But you get the gist. I started thinking about OM. Yea..again. I guess there must something seriously wrong with me. I thought about the song that Vicki penned for us. &lt;i&gt;We are the true Champions...&lt;/i&gt; That was really sweet. =) And i started thinking about the time me and weiShyuan just lied down on the mini bridge above the pond, and started talking. Talking about what? Hahaha.. we were talking about how we want to be ceremented when we die. Seriously. It was the documentary show the day before which psycho me into thinking about this topic. We discussed many things, such like... when do we know we'll die, will you want people to cry for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I want to be scattered over the sea..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ew... but the fish will like eat you up or something..."&lt;br /&gt;"Then i guess...&lt;b&gt;I'll want them to burn me, and then use my ash to plant a sunflower."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time we just you know, relaxed and talk about things that are... different. Those memories are very sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Keep those memories in your heart, deep down, and lock them up, and throw away the keys, so that no one can take them away from you..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i started thinking about the song, humming it to myself over and over again because i only know the tune of the first two lines.. Keke. And as i was thinking, there are tears in my eyes for reasons i don't know why. Maybe its PMS or sth. Harharh.. I just sat there thinking. And the strangest thing happened. I looked up at the sky wide before me, and though its still very bright, I closed my eyes and made a wish as though on a star. And not once, but maybe twice or thrice. 852 came... and i stood up and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;But i really liked the feeling of just seating there and just looking, thinking, just being alone in my Fantasy. ^.^ So i just sat down at the ledge surrounding the generator not far away. I guess the woman sitting next to me at the bus stop is wondering what's wrong with me. Hahaha.. ^.^ But it was so sweet. Its like looking at everything for the first time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are small trees still in their plastic wrapping waiting to be planted.&lt;br /&gt;The trees lining the road at the Condo upfront are so straight and co-ordinated. &lt;br /&gt;The place is just really green. Lots of plants and trees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aHa..that's practically all that i can remember. I guess it was nothing much, but the experience at that time was something new and refreashing. =) And after a while, i continued on my walk back, and then on the way up that drain ,which is affectionally called Stupas by us ^.^ , I stopped at around the 6th or 7th step, and sat down again. I took in the view before me.. a very boxed up scene. Obviously i can't let my family see this. Hahaha... And i thought i heard someone, so i turned around and saw this black dog at the top or the drain. I'm afraid of dogs. Hahaha, so i went up and back into my house and came down, without taking off my skirt or socks, and went straight to the computer to blog it down. The day when i just sat there and think. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106310390274062873?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106310390274062873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106310390274062873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106310390274062873' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106303301472220616</id><published>2003-09-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T07:56:54.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all my Darhlings out there... &lt;b&gt; My family. OMners including my longest best buddy Monica - HuKa. Ah Boun. HayDee. Pamele. Sophia. Cyn Li. ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!! Hahaha.. =) You guys Rawk. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yea. Maybe it's kinda weird that i'm going around saying I love you, but what Janet Ng said is true. We do not know if tomorrow will come, so While i can, I'll say it now. I love you guys! =) And of course, i meant what i said. If i do not meant it, i won't say it yea. Hahahaha... =) Thankew for Just being there! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106303301472220616?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106303301472220616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106303301472220616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106303301472220616' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106291164339358140</id><published>2003-09-06T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T22:15:51.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lantern festival is coming.. WHeee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106291164339358140?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106291164339358140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106291164339358140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106291164339358140' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106268252447123170</id><published>2003-09-04T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T06:35:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OM RAWK. I LOVE OM. ^.^ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106268252447123170?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106268252447123170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106268252447123170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106268252447123170' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106267869547301492</id><published>2003-09-04T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T05:31:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh. Depressed! Aha... This was one of the conversations between the aunties at the Genting trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 1 to Cousin 1: Eh! You slim down already! Wah...figure so nice now!Perfect figure for a model!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 2: //nods nods// Yea. Figure very pretty eh! Slim down le!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 1 to Cousin 2: Eh! You also! Same as your sister! Slim down already! Good! Can continue slimming down some more!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 2: //nods nods//&lt;br /&gt;Mummy to Aunties: My daughter [me.. =x] skinny too.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 1: &lt;b&gt;No larh. She fat already.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 2: //nods nods// &lt;br /&gt;Auntie 2 to my sister: Your figure is the perfect one lorh!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 1: //nods nods//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. Fine. So everyone either slimmed down or has perfect figure. Unlike me. Who is &lt;b&gt;Fat already&lt;/b&gt;. And let's see. How many cousins were there? 5. How many females? 5. Oh, and how many recieved compliments that they've slimmed down already? 3. How many recieved comments that they've grown fatter? 1. Oh. there's still 1 more cousin left, i forgot~ But she's &lt;i&gt; primary 2&lt;/i&gt; for goodness sake. (.___.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine...i shall roll away and bang my 98kg frame against the wall.... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106267869547301492?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106267869547301492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106267869547301492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106267869547301492' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106240544867908696</id><published>2003-09-01T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T01:37:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha..Came back from Genting yesterday night at around 9.30pm. Tired... But can't be compared to my dad, who drove for like, 10 hours on that day alone? Wa... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Today's Teachers' Day!! ^.^ &lt;b&gt;Happy Teachers' Day!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our Teacher's Day celebrations, and it was blast! The concert was fantastic. I love the 307 and 404 dance! Gosh, to the butts-shaking-class, if you want to be seductive or something, do it the classy way like 307!! =x&lt;br /&gt;Anway, after the celebrations in school, Shawna Vicki Monica WeiShyuan and I got together to present Ms teo and Ms Chen with the two gigantic cookie that WeiShyuan baked, along with two flowers, and two lollipops which i koP from my class. Hahaha.. ^.^ Ms Teo comented that it looked like shit =x but Ms Chen said it's soft cookie, and she loves it! Hahaha..and after that me and WeiShyuan rushed all the way downstairs to meet HuKa. ^.^ Was rushing all the way, running to the bus stop and stuffs. Met Monica at the bus stop, and we end up taking the same bus to my pri school =) Saw my pri 6 form teacher, Mdm Ling!! Ah...so happy ^.^ Was so afraid that she won't be in the school anymore.. And Shih Wen!! Ah, so long never see her le!! Hai....=) And LinDis. ^.^ But quite sad we have to leave early to rush to HuKa's school... =x Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Same thing at HuKa school. Rush about looking for her teachers. Hahahaha, and got one point of time when we were walking up, saw her group of ex-classmates. All guys i think, and suddenly everyone seems to part, and this dark person jump out and say 'Wo Hai Shi Zui Hei De'. Harkahahahahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;Seemed to do the same thing every year. Fake teachers that we used to be from their school. Hahaha, WeiShyuan faked Mdm Ling that she used to be from my class, and is called Linda Chong. Hahahaha!! And Mdm Ling was like so frantically trying to recall who that is. And when we reached PCPS, me and WeiShyuan faked HuKa's chinese teacher that we used to be from that school too, and that she took our relieve class before. Hahaha, she still don't know the truth. ^.^ Lala..&lt;br /&gt;After all the school visiting, the three of us rushed all the way to PS to catch The Tale Of Two Sisters. Ate Long Johns before that of course =) I love Long Johns. Hahahaha, and the floor was so smooth! So i started sliding on it, and HuKa and WeiShyuan started pulling my hand, HuKa on the left, and WeiShyuan on the right, and dragged me across the floor. Hahahahaha.. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tale Of Two Sisters&lt;/b&gt; is So.Freaking lorh!! Hahaha, the story is sweet though. ^.^ Took quite a long time to figure out this one. i must be demented or sth. =x But i hate the crawling woman with distorted head!! Think that's the freakiest. =x And yes, HuKa, you almost broke my arm! Hahaha, everytime grabbed my arm like grabbing my armpit like that. =x Hai!! Hahahaha...and WeiShyuan got sweaty palm. Hahaha.. ^.^ Before the movie we went to the toilet, and saw the poster of Turn Left Turn Right. !! So nice... =) And took a picture of HuKa and WeiShyuan in front of it, each of them looking at a different direction. And i put my finger in front. hahaha..And they say my fingers spoil the picture. =x Lalala.. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..So after the movie me and WeiShyuan rushed all the way to the Taxi Stand and to Igors to meet my sis and her friend. =) It wasn't as fun as before, the starting. There's no more make-up, and no more scaring while waiting to enter the maze. But the maze part was fun. Hahaha..The females were forced to stand in front and to lead the maze!! And there's this irritating poser woman, was like mocking us when we were hesistant to walk up the stairs. Say what, 'Just walk. walk only what.' But halfway through the Trip to the Entrance, she disappeared to the middle with her darhling~ Oh Wow, totally brave!! And throughout the whole maze, we were standing in front, and getting freaked out while she hides in the middle. WOW. oK, that's what i did too the first time i went, hide behind everyone else, look down onto the floor and just scream/run my way through, but At least i did not &lt;i&gt;boast in this irritated manner that the maze is nothing.&lt;/i&gt; Thankew. The food was nice, but not as good as the frist time. =) I guessed the first is always the best. ^.^ And the play, quite adultish and horny, but the songs are Fantastic! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;we don't use to talk as before, and it hurts me deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ah... ^.^ And Timothy looks like Pierre Png on stage. When Igors all ended, it's already 11.30+. Ran all the way to the bus stops after bus stops, and reached home near 1am, and slept like 4 hours, and set off for Genting. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Genting at ard 5.45am the next day, and it was quite fun although at times we got quite irritated with my auntie. =x Went with my cousins and aunties uncles this time, to visit another relative. ^.^ Quite nice, but tired. Hahaha, and me and my sis used the sleeping bag as a blanket on the car. Hahahaha.. ^.^ We Rawk! Lalalaa... ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106240544867908696?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106240544867908696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106240544867908696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106240544867908696' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106189691596264443</id><published>2003-08-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T04:21:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047167350_sQuizaesth.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x83e7f34)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aesthete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106189691596264443?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106189691596264443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106189691596264443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106189691596264443' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106165762752209530</id><published>2003-08-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T09:53:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tension&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aha...this is specially for Pamela and Monica! ^.^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J8, 22 Aug, 7.30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so Zhan4!!! ^.^ My back was aching like crazy already before we actually saw them, but we were like super hyper, jumping and screaming like crazy when they were dancing and singing?!! ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;Before that we actually changed into our PE shirt, cause we were stinking like crazy, after our cross country, 3.2km. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;So it's like, we were waiting, and when they said Tension was here, we stood up, starting screaming and cheering like what-nots, and actually threw our bags down onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;They sang Gotta Be Your Man first, if i'm not wrong. Because once they came out, they got into their dance positions immediately. The atmosphere was so high, and i couldn't stop shrieking at them! It's like uncontrollable. Hahaha.. Sorry if i harm your ears HayDee, but i really can't help myself! ^.^ Their dance steps are all so... Whao~! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Was a little surprised that Brian seems to be the lead singer for almost all the songs.! =) He's a real born performer, and very western too. All their voices are Zhan4. Zhan4 Zhan4 Zhan4! ^.^ Quite disappointed they didn't sing Amazing Grace that night, but still.. =) Their vocals - WAH... ^.^ Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;We could only get one album signed at one time, and only the Gotta Be Your Man album. Quite disappointed that i couldn't get their Smart album signed, but hey, i've seen them dance and sing and everything Live! =) So i got mine signed first, and Andy was really nice to write my name! ^.^ But while i was up there, i was so stunned and everything i just mumbled a Thank You and nothing much. =x They are really nice, shaking your hand and looking into your eyes after they've signed your album. When Huka talk to John, and John actually strain his neck to hear what she's saying! Is that sweet or what =) Hark...  I still remember, while we were standing at the side, Andy looks just like a porceline doll! I mean, no offense but i'm just staring and he look so flawless and perfect, and as though once you touch him, you'll spoil the beauty of it all. hahaha... But of course it's just a still sight. =) When he's dancing or singing... ^.^ And not that i didn't notice the others or anything because Andy's just sitting by the side, and while we're waiting for our chance, we could only see his side view. his nose is so nice =) &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i just realised how freaky it can be. Especially hearing or reading someone analyzing you like that. =x lalala...&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that everyone of them shakes your hand?? =) Sweet! ^.^ Hahahaha, a phrase i learnt from America. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;So I have to go up a second time to get Monica's signed. I hoped and hoped and wished that they'll write Happy Birthday Monica or just simply Monica, but they didn't. I guess it's the time limit, cause its like they left only five minutes and i'm still a long way off? I was so freaked out that i won't be able to get Monica's signed!! I really hoped to get that as a surprised for her =) I mean yea, it's [Shawna they all]'s birthday persent to her, but still.. ^.^ But John was very sweet. He saw my post-it-note with [Happy Birthday Monica] on top, and asked me 'Are you Monica?' But i'm not. I said it's for my friend, and mentioned that she like him a lot [and remembered afterwards its raymond. i'm the one who always fight with her John is nicer =) hahaha] but i didn't think he heard cause he was sneezing. Eh. Bless You!! ^.^ But it's like the second time i was up, i wasn't feeling high. Was quite tired all a sudden cause my back was really irritating me. =x So i wasn't planning to shake hands with them again, but Andy was the first one, and its like he's looking at your expectantly, so i had to fumble around with the plastic bags in my hand and shoke hands with all of them again. But i'm not complaining~ =) hahah.. But this time too, i didn't say anything to them except for Thankew. Sigh... Wanted to tell them to take care of themselves, and especially their back since they're dancing so much. but the mood just wasn't there. =x &lt;br /&gt;Went inside the shopping center after i've gotten Monica's signed, but afterwards ran in with HuKa again to see them leave =) Really had fun and enjoyed their singing and dancing. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HMV, 23 Aug [Monica's Birthday =)], 4pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Tension again with HuKa. Though we've got no album to signed this time since HMV needs pass, but we were happy just to see them sing and dance. =) Though the atmosphere wasn't as high as yesterday night, they did the accapella versh of Amazing Grace! ^.^ So happy, and recorded it in my phone =) Hahaha... But they looked tired.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension Diao3! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.mediacorpsingapore.com/imagegallery/store/phparPu8R.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension Two years later, even more Diao3! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bmr.com.cn/img/assets/200306/20030602112355tension2_cd_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106165762752209530?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106165762752209530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106165762752209530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106165762752209530' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106165507305196707</id><published>2003-08-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T09:12:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIL TO TAGBOARD! hahahaha.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONICA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Cross Country. ^.^ It's fun. I mean, l wasn't too fond of it last year, but i don't know why this year it seems to rawk! Hahaha... the whole thing doesn't seem that long already =) Got &lt;b&gt;241&lt;/b&gt;, but I'm very happy with it already =) I didn't even get a placing last year! Hark... And after that we went to see &lt;b&gt;Tension&lt;/b&gt;!!! And we took neoprint =) Ah....i shall blog a detailed entry about Tension. =) I think those autograph sessions really help me destress a lot. You get to scream, you get to hollar and you get to jump. What's so bad about that? ^.^ Except for the part whereby my back was hurting like crazee and felt as though it broke into two. =x And when i got home, the atmosphere was tense. Didn't like that. =x Lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;Took so much neo print that day.!! =) Before Cross Country, me sophia luling and pamela went Far East. =) We actually planned to take neoprint and go to the playground, but No time!! So no playground. Quite sad =| But i like those neo prints that we took!! Hahaha... Pamela scanned them in =) We took one machine, went Hans and gorged, and took another Two machines. ^.^ I love those pictures!! hahaha.. Thanks Pamela for exChanging with me the 1.6m one!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, went out with HuKa my sis and her friend and my mom =) After a while, me and HuKa abandoned them and went HMV. Saw Tension again!! They sang the accapella versh of Amazing Grace. Ahh!! ^.^ hahahaha... Quite disappointed didn't manage to take neoprint with my mom and sis [my sis still thinks that $3 is enough =x haha ] But still quite happy =) Spent one hour waiting for taxi home, but saw these few cute Jap girls =) And this baby which is so adorable!! ^.^ Lalala...and urm, let's see. I ate one apple pie, noodle, tuna sandwich,rice,jelly,chicken wings,satay,ard half a lampchop,salmon and two pieces of cake for &lt;b&gt;dinner&lt;/b&gt; Urm, not much larh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aside from the fact my legs are breaking, i think i'm still surviving. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106165507305196707?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106165507305196707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106165507305196707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106165507305196707' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106152527886169575</id><published>2003-08-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:07:58.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blea...i don't know what's wrong with the TagBoard... =x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in school now. Having Debates elective, and we're suppose to be searching for articles and stuff... So urm, yea. Couldn't resist the temptation to blog. Though no one reads it anyway~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Cyn Li is still not back yet. Wonder how's her competition =) &lt;br /&gt;AHaha...HuiWen is typing furiously behind me..and mradrainchan is asking us to refrain from using sms language because 'he's monitering us'. =x He's sitting at the com in front of me. Lalala... &lt;br /&gt;So we're having our Cross Country later. Like i'm suppose to be happy about it? But we're gonna have fun before that. .=) Take NeoPrints, go Playground.. ^.^ My favourite! I love playgrounds =) And i need to get Tension's album because i'm going their Autograph session after the Cross Country with HuKa =) And i have like ard 5 of their albums to be signed. Including Monica's birthday one =) If its possible, i think i'll ask them to write a Happy Birthdayon top. ^.^ Monica will be so surprised to see it!! =) And monica said, "Help me kiss Raymond!" (.___.) Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. Pamela, if you're reading this, this is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hereby declare that i'll not hit Pamela until she is 1.6m tall. &lt;br /&gt;Signed, TianCai~ ^.^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha...I'm resisting the urge to pop the sweet into my mouth. Ren3 Ren3 Ren3.... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106152527886169575?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106152527886169575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106152527886169575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106152527886169575' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106146521938692702</id><published>2003-08-21T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T04:27:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are Changing...&lt;br /&gt;Officially from the last IPW lesson, OM is over. The sense of belonging, the sense of pride. It's all gone. Walking down the science block staircase one day, walking by the eco pond, the place wehre we work our butts off, the place where we store our props. The images and scenes from the past flashed by. I can just see us working there, see WeiShyuan painting the umbrella by herself, see us lying on the bridge talking about life. But it's not with sadness that i view those things. I was quiet for a moment, thinking through again about all those time, and i realised its finally time i let go. OM is not forever. And on that day, the day of our presentation. It ended already. The memories are sweet, and longing. But what can i do? I can't possibly turn back the clock and be in denial anymore. minYuan ah. mei you le jiu shi mei you le. And i just realised. We don't have an OM neoprint.. I wonder,a few more months down the road, will i still be just as stuck onto OM as i am now? Or will it be something that slowly fades away with time. Are these emotions which i'm feeling real? Or are they just a part of this illusion which i've created myself. An illusion that i'm actually a sensitive enough person who needs reassurance and not this nothing-matters-anyway person. What will happen when i wake up from this dream? I'm not sure what i'm writing about already...&lt;br /&gt;Reading the other people's blog. People who are my buddies, people whom i don't even know if they knew anymore that i exist, people who have no idea i'm reading their blogs. I felt so... lonely. I don't know if that's the right word. They seemed so loved and so happy. They belonged. It looks like the seveners are drifting apart already. Always looking for some snippets around of the Seveners, some pictures, some notes just to say that we're still remembered. There isn't any. Drifting apart... I have this feeling that we're drifting apart. I'm just this bystander giving a glance at what is happening around me, and soon i'll just fade away. We'er no longer what we used to be, and everyone seem to be able to settle into their new lives, their new routines, while i feel as though its just the start of the year. I'm possesive. I'm very insecure. And looking as those cheery remarks, those happy trips which they've planned, I've finally understood i'm not part of them. Nothing is forever.&lt;i&gt;...Don't say Forever, cause Forever makes me cry...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going-on. Maybe i'm just PMSing, or maybe i'm really waking up to reality, and realised not everything is 'pink and purple'. Just woke up to the fact that not everything is the way it seems to be. What goes on under, who knows? Its unfortunate then if you happen to find out. What's the use of knowing so much... I may laugh it off in school, and who knows its something that really hurts me. What the others are thinking about us, when all along I thought we were 'all friends'. I feel like smashing their heads and go, Look you guys' don't even exist until now oKay. Or i may gawk at everyone's stupidity, but i do not like what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;and now. politics and politics. the politics that 15yr-olds are exposed to. and yes, i'm going to say that i don't like it again. because i know that you guys aren't suppose to be that way. &lt;i&gt;...jian3 dan1 dan1 chun2 yi4 dian3 bu4 hao3 ma1...&lt;/i&gt; Perhaps i'm the one who is making everything complex. I admire huKa. Look at her blog. every single entry seemed to be ending with a smile. bouncy said this to me before...&lt;i&gt;you think everyone like you, everyday also so happy ah..&lt;/i&gt; ... That's only because i'm with you guys. You guys are what makes me smile. But are you all part of my fantasy too? When i wake up from it. It's nothing but lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;When we're doing OM, why does everything seems so simple. Maybe because we're so absorbed into what we're doing, i'll treasure every single minute of it. Everyone seems to be nicer, and closer. Now that OM is gone. Everything becomes clearer. And reality slams into my face. Yes i'm boiling it down to OM again. I'm obsessed with it. Clare said all my entries have OM in it. OM OM OM... wake up minYuan. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;oK. That's it i guess. i've crapped enough. seeking attention this big faker. So everyone please just ignore me. and i shall end with a smile. =) Enough of that psycho-ing already minYuan. ....just relax.look at things simple and stop using your braincells on those things that brings no happiness to you. just go back to eating a packet of chips everyday. Nothing happened just now~ Time to catch Holland V. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106146521938692702?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106146521938692702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106146521938692702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106146521938692702' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106146031461994783</id><published>2003-08-21T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T03:14:28.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah!!Finally i'm blogging again. Haven't been online for some time... =) And Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;HuiXin&lt;/strong&gt;, my BackGround Music is up =) Lalala... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's up...Feeling kinda sad these few days. //shrug// It's like waking up to reality, and realising things are changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106146031461994783?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106146031461994783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106146031461994783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106146031461994783' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106068761804507124</id><published>2003-08-12T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T04:26:57.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai..the background music link didn't work. I'll try again tomorrow =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with HuKa now. And she just reminded me i've done the whole Trigo paper using only TOA CAH SOH. Gosh. I forgot about the existence of the Sine and Cosine rule!! =x Everyone's gonna kill me. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106068761804507124?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106068761804507124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106068761804507124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106068761804507124' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106068662940053419</id><published>2003-08-12T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T04:17:06.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee..i'm happy. Tomorrow we're gonna get together and discuss OM again. ^.^ Yea..just that and i'm happy. =) Very happy... But first i'll have to survive through the Physics make up lesson. =x Arwell. It's worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added the Saxaphone tune from &lt;i&gt;Fly me to Polaris&lt;/i&gt; onto my blog! Turn up the volume... it sounds so sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106068662940053419?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106068662940053419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106068662940053419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106068662940053419' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106059399664869969</id><published>2003-08-11T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T02:26:36.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lala..was in computer lab with Pearly beside me when i typed 'Harlow Pearly =)' Was showing her how to start a blog. Argh. i think i'm getting sick of my blog layout. How!! Typed some rubbsih into Cheryl's blog too. Hark =) Hahaha.. =) Using my bro's com now. Though its without his permission, so shsss..... =x Keke.. i love his keyboard. So smooth and comfortable. =) Yes, i'm talking about a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. No thoughts, nothing new. It's just yet another day. K..so i had fun playing that typing game in school today with SiYou and Sophia. =) Exciting. But i died. Hark =| Did thought of OM today. For some strange reasons, i thought about how we'll never get to do OM together again, but surprisingly this time there's no heartach. Just this little yearning inside me... How long has it been? One month and ard one week i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past one week has been so... full of emotions. Not from me i mean. But the surroundings. My buddies, teachers...ladalada. Relationships, emotions...you get the drift. This talk on Homosexuality by KSC. &lt;i&gt;Hate the sin but love the sinner&lt;/i&gt;. But what is so wrong about it? Cyn Li was beside me while we were having this talk, and we both agreed that there is nothing wrong with liking the same sex, but we can't really define why. I mean, for my point, its that they are just the same as we are yea. And it's their life and we have no right to say anything about it. Afterall, if you peel off layer by layer, you'll realise that it's all the same thing. It's all about like this person, enjoying your time with this special person and feeling happy and contented. What's wrong with that? But yea, its like we may be saying all these things about how we look upon them as just another person, we can't help ourselves to point out, &lt;i&gt;Hey~ She's a les! He's a gay!&lt;/i&gt; I mean, no offense to anyone, but that's how i know i would behave. Even if i were to keep quiet about it, i would be thinking about it inside me too. But come to think of it, that's what i would do to everyone. Everyone i see on the streat, i'll kinda have this little footnote in my head going, &lt;i&gt;They're a couple. She's wearing pink. PHPPS girl. Jay Chou eyes. &lt;/i&gt; and things like that. oKay, i've gone on so far that i have no idea what i was talking about in the first place, and i think i've lost my point somewhere within that junk =x Hark. But down to it, it's still all emotions.. The talk that KSC gave? I mean as a combined lesson. I was kinda irritated by it. Not by the topic, but rather byher style of presenting. It feels as though she's pushing all her thoughts onto us, not allowing us to actually have an idea of our own. Yea, it's there, but very faint..you get what i mean? It's as though she's speaking in this voice that pushes down all our points and only accept hers. Kinda like how Germany's views were ignored and pushed down during the Peace Conference in Paris in 1920s [?]. Heh, just had a history test on it mah. =) Yea, so that's how she made me feel. Didn't really like that...Erm, mind you, this is not a personal attack on her. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;b&gt;Fly Me to Polaris&lt;/b&gt; yesterday with my sis!! Gosh..it's such a sad storyline. Though i've read a fanfic somewhat like that before, seeing it as a movie all played out before my eye really stinks. In a good way..you feel really depressed as you watch it. and i meant that in a good way too.Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bestchinashop.com/movie_chinese/images/fly_me_to_polaris.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the picture. A hong kong show starring Ren Xian Qi and Cecilia Cheung. Although i don't really like tha latter, i felt so sad for her. =x It's quite an old show if i'm not wrong... but still.. I like!! =) &lt;br /&gt;----- oKay. Just found out that there used to be an official site for it, but now it's down. Sigh. =x anyway, found another link. http://www.geocities.com/richie_renxianqi/polarispix.html with pictures and the saxaphone tune. Put it down in case i forgot =) Heh. Smart right. Yea i know. THankew =) Hark. I can't stand myself anymore. Lalala.. *&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/5367328-106059399664869969?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106059399664869969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106059399664869969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106059399664869969' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106056353776964691</id><published>2003-08-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T17:58:57.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harlow Pearly =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106056353776964691?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106056353776964691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106056353776964691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106056353776964691' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106052101189989396</id><published>2003-08-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T06:10:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urm, really like this, so decided to post it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**...because I dont know you anymore &lt;br /&gt;I dont recognize this place &lt;br /&gt;the picture frames have changed and so has your name &lt;br /&gt;we dont talk much anymore &lt;br /&gt;we keep running from the pain &lt;br /&gt;but what I wouldn’t give to see your face again...** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106052101189989396?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106052101189989396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106052101189989396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106052101189989396' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106051444900054131</id><published>2003-08-10T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T04:20:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Homerun yesterday with my sis and parents. Was wearing my white shirt with a Big singapore and purple national flower with my sis's red shorts. Thought that most people would wear Red and white yea, but quite disappointed!! Only spotted a Few red top/bottoms. &lt;br /&gt;So we were there, me holding the popcorn and munching away, waiting outside for admission. And my mom saw the mother of one of my primary school classmate. So she saw me, said her son is here too, and called him over. i looked around, trying to find this shorter-than-me boy, but instead, the person walking towards me is now taller than me. ... The boy who used to be shorter than me is now so.much.taller! Gosh. i must be shrinking or something.. =x&lt;br /&gt;Anway, Homerun wasn't what i expected it to be. Kinda disappointed. Too much focus on the political issues, and not much on the touching element. =x Yea..quite disappointed. Looking forward to watching the original versh on Wed night. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106051444900054131?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106051444900054131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106051444900054131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106051444900054131' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106042381273226788</id><published>2003-08-09T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T03:10:12.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106042381273226788?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106042381273226788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106042381273226788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106042381273226788' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106042378855943298</id><published>2003-08-09T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T03:09:48.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read HuKa's Blog. &lt;i&gt;so weird...everytime go watch movie with miny will end up eating weird stuff inside the cinema...last time eat cai tao gui...tis time she still eating her cai tao gui i eating my hokkien mee...&lt;/i&gt; Eh.Excuse me, i can't help it if i happen to like WestMall's Cai Tao Gui a lot mah.. =) And don't say out mah. Going Westmall again later. Scarli they send ppl over and catch us. Keke =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just asked me, &lt;i&gt;How about we pretend that we forgot about the appointment and not go for the check-up this time?&lt;/i&gt; Erm. Wow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106042378855943298?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106042378855943298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106042378855943298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106042378855943298' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106035096359033645</id><published>2003-08-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T06:56:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Singapore Rawks!!HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..For don't-know-what-reasons, i'm darn High today. Maybe it's the live concert in school today, with that Chao1 Zhan4 pianist [whom i forgot to mention in my entry yesterday, sorry...] and &lt;b&gt;Sozzled&lt;/b&gt; and The Choir!! Everyone rawks! So high. Hahahaha. ^.^ Lalalalala.. oh yea. Mark Shone's son is So.Cute!Hahaha. and Mr Lim's Daughter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration which ends at 10am, went out with HuKa and watched Daddy Day Care. ^.^ Ah..so nice and sweet and Sad!! Was sniffling away for one -part- of the show. Shan't give the storyline away though my fingers are getting itchy. &lt;br /&gt;After hours of wandering about searching for da-purfect-notebook, we end up at the Library. Hahaha. &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/5367328-106035096359033645?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106035096359033645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106035096359033645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106035096359033645' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106026484961323629</id><published>2003-08-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T07:00:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHUSHU! ^.^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106026484961323629?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106026484961323629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106026484961323629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106026484961323629' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106026323935734766</id><published>2003-08-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T06:33:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm...I'm getting sick of this layout already. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;We hear people going around saying how they wished to be back to the times when they were young and know nothing at all...? But is it really true. Would we really feel better if we get to stay 7 forever...? I don't know. Was just thinking. We wouldn't know how great friends are, we wouldn't know how great it is to actually feel emotions, and to feel the bonds that time bring us. But come to think of it, if we're forever 7, we'll never learn of these things and get to know about these feelings which we've missed out. So what gives... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106026323935734766?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106026323935734766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106026323935734766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106026323935734766' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106025145815164193</id><published>2003-08-07T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T03:17:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm. Wow. My blog is so pink. Hark. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106025145815164193?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106025145815164193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106025145815164193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106025145815164193' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106025001623613771</id><published>2003-08-07T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T02:53:36.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalalala...Tomorrow's National Day celebration in our school. =) And heard Sozzled rehearsing with the two Choir girls today. Man. They are real cool. ^.^ Sozzled i mean. hEh =) Cyn Li!! Go to school tomorrow...then can High together. Hahahaha... Lalalala. Happy National Day!! //waving the flag//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106025001623613771?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106025001623613771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106025001623613771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106025001623613771' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106008889385746800</id><published>2003-08-05T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T06:08:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agh. For some strange reasons. Everyone is getting depressed or pissed!! I don't like!! .... =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106008889385746800?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106008889385746800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106008889385746800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106008889385746800' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106008800588637818</id><published>2003-08-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T05:53:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read in Clare's blog sth like, &lt;i&gt;time doesn't make you forget. it just makes you get use to it.&lt;/i&gt;. Sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;Yea... kinda agree. I realised i'm not the only one who is obsessed with OM. When the seven of us meet for discussion on our presentation, we'll get back to our usual banter and everything... =) And that day, Monica said, &lt;i&gt;Sometimes i'll just get that sudden feeling of wanting to go back [to the times while we're doing OM.]&lt;/i&gt; Gosh. That is so true!! One moment you're in class listening to Chemistry, and the next, you're dreaming of what its like when you're in America, and this sudden weird feeling of like, heartach or sth, will just come. =x Now it's not as worse as before, when we just got back not long ago... But still, the feeling it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You said Angels could fly. You lied."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106008800588637818?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106008800588637818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106008800588637818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106008800588637818' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-106000847281131781</id><published>2003-08-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T07:47:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalala... Changed layout. Say bye bye to my Dogggies. ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;I.Love.Pink.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-106000847281131781?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106000847281131781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/106000847281131781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106000847281131781' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105999454382917078</id><published>2003-08-04T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T03:55:56.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh! &lt;b&gt;Jay&lt;/b&gt;.is.so.diao! Cannot help it. Suffering from withdrawal symptoms because i coudln't listen to Jay's album in class! I love Track 3, Track 5, Track 2, 1... Haven't really got to the back yet. I mean, yea i've listened and everything, But yea. You know. Hahahaha.. ^.^ Lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Siow Wei Shyuan Meatball! ^.^ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105999454382917078?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105999454382917078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105999454382917078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105999454382917078' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105983263927217370</id><published>2003-08-02T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T06:57:19.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Friendship Day!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, had a very fun day today =) Yesterday night me and my sis were busy making those Eggmans for my beloved friends =) And of course, i made one for my sis too. Kekeke. ^.^ So today we went out and have dinner together, exchanged gifts... Bouncy made a special compilation of Friendship songs for us.. which i'm listening to at the moment, HayDee made a pink-and-white friendship band, on my right hand now, and HuKa a blue and orange anklet on my left anklet now!! ^.^ And when i reached home, and my sis reached home too, she bought me a softtoy!! A frog with no ears. lalalala. Today is a happy day! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105983263927217370?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105983263927217370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105983263927217370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105983263927217370' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105965683840640102</id><published>2003-07-31T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T06:07:40.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. I think i just squished a lizard. (.____.) Walking downstairs, hands on the railing and suddenly felt something soft and squishy. And was retarded for a asecond before i realize it could be a lizard. This is so gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The opposite of Love is not Hate but Indifference.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105965683840640102?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105965683840640102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105965683840640102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105965683840640102' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105956454540144171</id><published>2003-07-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T04:29:05.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How long hasen't i been updating? -scratches head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back today for discussion on OM presentation tomorrow. Was at Vicki's class, along with Shawna, Monica, Vicki, FiFi and Wei Shyuan, and it seems just a teeny weeny bit like &lt;i&gt;those times&lt;/i&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything is just as expected, so why hope for anything new.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same everywhere. With the most beloved class, the closest friends, OBS and even OM. We thought we would stay together forever. We thought nothing will break us apart. We thought about things that won't come true. We knew it somehow in our heart, that the eternity which we wish for won't come true, yet we still stick our head out and hope. And what do we get... a whole load of disappointments. Changes and changes, assignments and tests, this and that. All the innity gritty daily things in our lives pushed us further and further away from those who care. Who will stand by you when there is so much to do in life..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Seveners, I miss the relax and truest experience in OBS, i miss working like crazy for OM, I miss being me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Things are fun now. I'm eating more and more per day. Haha... Rubbish. Everytime i eat with Pamela, i'll like, end up eating more than usual. I wonder why... =) Oh, Sophia, sorry for making you wait today! 304 is a really fantastic class too. With our Class performance and everything. ^.^ Haha, and our proposing playground expeditions.. -wriggle eyebrows- There is so much to discover about us! Jialing with her funny toes. =) Oh man, to quote HuiWen, 'we rawk'. Hahaha... not to mention i'm actually starting to listen to Chemistry lessons now. How fast the world is changing. How fast we change...How fast, just in a matter of months, we are not the same anymore. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105956454540144171?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105956454540144171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105956454540144171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105956454540144171' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105802216946685571</id><published>2003-07-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T08:02:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Van Fan Yi Cheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 12 July 2003, at aroudn 6pm, i was at Van's autograph-singing-session. I'm so happy! He sang around 2 to 3 songs, and one of the song has a very jumpy chorus, so i was jumping and jumping up and down, and he saw me, Looked into my eye, and started waving his hands up and down and smiled as he sing!! Ahh......&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...but sadly, even though it was better than his first autograph session, there still wasn't a lot of people. Almost everyone could squeeze into the tent, but i hope it's partly because of the rain too..His voice is so powerful, really nice, no doubt that he was once a pub singer. So diao!! =P His eyes are very..mesmerizing. Yea, he still looks abit like Yan Cheng Xu, and is as cute as him when he smile, but he is different. He has his own personality and character..a little shy and sweet, but afterall he was once a pub singer, and a very popular one at that. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;And while we were waiting for him to sign our booklet, we saw the guys in front of us sticking a paper with their names on it, so that Van can write their names down [Gosh, they have the Shou Qian Shou single too.], we saw and we wanted our names too, so i asked him if he can write MY down [MinYuan], and Bouncy asked for KL [KaiLin] and he said Okay!!He wrote, To: MY, and signed his name. I then told him that his voice is really fantastic, so he should work hard, and he and the pretty lady beside him both said ThankYou!! I shoke his hand [the first time i saw him, last year when i was out with HuKa they all...bought his album because i heard some of his songs and quite like them, and mainly because he sang the chinese version of I Belive, which i think is so nice...There's not a lot of ppl in the Q, so i just joined it and took his signature, Took a picture with him =) but FOrgot to SHake His HAnd. (.____.) so this time Bouncy kept reminding me to shake his hand. Haha.. ] His hand is very big...and his handshake is very firm. =) Ah.....!! ^.^ and he signed the booklet of the first album which i brought along with me, hoping that he'll sign it again. !! With my initials on it oo.. ^.^ But i'm very sad the case broke, and the ink sorta smudged. But still.... ^.^ Jumping for Joy. Grinning like a crazy girl who just got a lollipop...&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to give him the two posters from the first album to sign too...but in the end didn't. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala.... ^.^ was snapping pictures throughtout the whole time he was singing. Hands aching like crazy... Hahaha. Actually, i didn't take much photos..Just around 136 pictures only...HAhahahahaha. ^.^ tingting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105802216946685571?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105802216946685571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105802216946685571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105802216946685571' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105784150675008422</id><published>2003-07-10T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T05:51:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleag..I guess no one's reading my blog anymore. Cause there's no msg at the Tag Board!! Nevermind, all the better. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Today had Oral, and I hate the topic. [Failure] Bleag. Hate it hate it hate it.!! What kind of topic it that anyway?! Pearly agrees with me too... ^.^ A totally non-sensical and disgusting topic. Yes. -nOds head frantically-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today after Oral, me bei bei sophia janice pearly went for Roti Prata, and then without bei bei, we went to the playground at Bukit Timah Hill. OH MAN!!!!We played like we're 2. It's so fun. The slides are those wavy-wavy-water-slide-like-slide!! And at the end it just go vOom!!! Mama, i want to go back again!!! The playground there is on par with the one at Bishan. There's those pesky ants here, and that small little bully there at Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not talk about how me bouncy and huKa got bullied by this little girl. No I shall not talk about that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleag. I think i played too much. My back's hurting terribly.... (.___.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105784150675008422?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105784150675008422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105784150675008422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105784150675008422' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105766952742239186</id><published>2003-07-08T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:05:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahaha..my brother bought me a necklace. ^.^ Kee...So happy. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105766952742239186?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105766952742239186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105766952742239186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105766952742239186' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105758707333274712</id><published>2003-07-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T07:11:13.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Searching&lt;/b&gt;: 1.65m girl lost around 1 year ago called minYuan. I miss her, so  please contact me if you know how to get her back. Thank You. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105758707333274712?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105758707333274712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105758707333274712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105758707333274712' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105697599486162017</id><published>2003-06-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T05:26:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, i very sad now. =( I forgot it was the fifth week meaning there's no lesson.!! So i walked to my lesson place, looked in, all black, &lt;i&gt;Oh, fifth week&lt;/i&gt; Bought my dinner and walk all the way back home, WHEN IN ACTUAL FACT I COULD HAVE GONE TO THE AIRPORT TO SEE MY BROTHER OFF.  -.-" AND I CAN'T GO TO THE AIRPORT AND WELCOME HIM BACK WHEN HE COMES HOME BECAUSE I &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; HAVE LESSON THAT DAY!!Sad-ded. Very Very Very Sad-ded. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, did I mention, my brother fetched me to school today. ^.^ With my father sitting beside him lah. Hahaha... ^.^ Kee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105697599486162017?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105697599486162017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105697599486162017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105697599486162017' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105696615157552935</id><published>2003-06-30T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T05:27:07.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm missing OM.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during E.Lit lesson, Ms Cheah mentioned sth about Style, and i immediately thought of OM, of our Style marks and everything. Have been thinking these past few days. I think i've really slacked a lot. I suddenly thought of so many things which i should have done for the World Finals, but have forgotten to. Things like taping up my sleeve, wearing that garbage costume inside the other one, singing at the correct time and correct pitch. But i didn't. Maybe because i think, since we've got through the Nationals, we're bound to get through the World Finals. I still remember my conversation with ShuShu, when we tried to persuade Vicki [who is on the verge of craziness or sth, suddenly deciding that she don't want to go America] to go to the World Finals, we said the line, "We're invincible". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Nationals Spontaneous, although we didn't do much practicing, Ms Chen has at least geared us up before our competition, getting our minds in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; mood. For Long-term, though we were always overtime, we took notice of those nitty-gritty things, we were there early and got prepared early enough for us to relax before our competition. Our props were working, our lines were fine. We were nervous, but we pulled through it. But what did we do for World's? We only have had one miserable weak run-through before we packed our props. Our backdrop were unstable, we didn't discuss our make-up. We didn't pack enough materials, though we brought the tools. [We brought a saw there for goodness sake.Hark Hark...^.^] We were so focused on having fun, that we forgot what we were there for. We were there to win. We boasted so much beforehand!! We end up getting so flustered just before our Long Term, not having enough time for our make up and such, and for Spontaneous, we did nothing to warm ourselves up. Most of us were having difficulty opening our eyes before that because we just had a long nap. We were too lazy to do any practicing before the competition to warm up our minds. There are so many things that we should have and could have done. We shouldn't be getting the rank that we've gotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those are just my thoughts these few days. Thinking about all those &lt;b&gt;Might-Have-Been&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105696615157552935?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105696615157552935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105696615157552935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105696615157552935' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105670545391764515</id><published>2003-06-27T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T02:17:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**...because I dont know you anymore &lt;br /&gt;I dont recognize this place &lt;br /&gt;the picture frames have changed and so has your name &lt;br /&gt;we dont talk much anymore &lt;br /&gt;we keep running from the pain &lt;br /&gt;but what I wouldn’t give to see your face again...** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105670545391764515?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105670545391764515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105670545391764515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105670545391764515' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-105670080834716030</id><published>2003-06-27T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T01:00:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/glass/full.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is the glass half full or half empty?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-105670080834716030?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105670080834716030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/105670080834716030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105670080834716030' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-96016339</id><published>2003-06-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T07:25:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for such a long time already...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-96016339?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/96016339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/96016339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#96016339' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95829707</id><published>2003-06-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T08:23:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh...how, i'm getting sick of blogging. Maybe after going to Malaysia for three days i'll have the urge to blog again. Mwhaha. Taking rubbish. And i realise something, i space out a lot... -__- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95829707?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95829707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95829707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95829707' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95717652</id><published>2003-06-16T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T07:55:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read my sister's blog. I think she's going crazy. Quote-&gt; went 2 my blog to take a look...n was wondering hw come there's nothign new there...then i realize I NEED TO UPDATE IT MYSELF&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/5367328-95717652?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95717652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95717652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95717652' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95717649</id><published>2003-06-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T07:49:43.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a Forklift license. Who want to sponser me? $200 odd only.. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95717649?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95717649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95717649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95717649' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95655346</id><published>2003-06-14T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T00:14:17.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. Can't wear my berms today, cause for some reason my scab will get caught in it, and risk the possibility of it being yanked off halfway while i walk. So have to put on this short short shorts that seem too small for me. Gosh. It was the same with the party in America. -__- Only the case was different. Couldn't wear my jeans or any long pants or i'll get blood stains on it. And there isn't any other knee-length pants that i've brought that is not stained with my blood - from the knee -_- . So the solution? Wear a skirt that is Short. Thanks to Monica who wore them with me.. ^.^ except for the fact that i'll have to wear a bikini with her when she wants to. hahaha.. Wait till i get the figure la...only around 50 years time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i do not have Low self-esteem. I just know my limits. That's a different matter. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95655346?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95655346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95655346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95655346' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95655237</id><published>2003-06-14T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T00:07:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/ClayWorld/1049572445_resLOTRfaf.jpg" border="0" alt="quizdef"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;You are obsessed, but your obsession is not&lt;br&gt;overreacted. You are not totally obsessed with&lt;br&gt;Clay Aiken, your obsession is only a part of&lt;br&gt;your life, and that's a good thing.&lt;br&gt;Congratulations, you got Clayed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ClayWorld/quizzes/Are%20you%20obsessed%20with%20Clay%20Aiken%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you obsessed with Clay Aiken?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95655237?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95655237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95655237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95655237' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95655222</id><published>2003-06-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T08:22:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to Pamela. Got it from her blog. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://http://www.angelfire.com/scary/clayaiken/clay_aiken.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95655222?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95655222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95655222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95655222' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95625407</id><published>2003-06-13T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T04:49:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come this didn't appear previously? -scratch head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Lorac/1034605804_esdelirium.jpg" border="0" alt="Delirium, the youngest of The Endless, you are the keeper of insanity, delusion and everything else that's just plain crazy. You make about as much sense as fish and telephone flavored ic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Delirium, the youngest of The Endless, you are the&lt;br&gt;keeper of insanity, delusion and everything&lt;br&gt;else that's just plain crazy. You make about as&lt;br&gt;much sense as fish and telephone flavored ice&lt;br&gt;cream. You are truly your own person, and the&lt;br&gt;fact that your eyes don't match, your hair is&lt;br&gt;three different colors, and you have a floating&lt;br&gt;fish following you doesn't bother you any. You&lt;br&gt;have a truly unique perspective on the world,&lt;br&gt;and no one else knows what to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/Which%20Endless%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Endless are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95625407?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95625407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95625407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95625407' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95625070</id><published>2003-06-13T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T04:30:24.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;according to the "how high is your self esteem?" test, i have...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;LOW self-esteem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/esteem/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;how do you measure up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95625070?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95625070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95625070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95625070' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95624722</id><published>2003-06-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T04:07:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah~! The ugly scab on my elbow and knee are falling off. ^.^ Correction - The one on my elbow fell off already. Got ripped out when my cloth pulled against it. The knee one, half of it came off, and one quater of it is on its way out. ^.^ So now all that's left is my very pink skin, a contrast to my original color. See, minYuan, this is the result of being a klutz. Playing and running across the road without looking, and thus tripping over nothing, flying and then rolling on the ground - in America. Play, minYuan, play~!! So now you are able to write the Story of the Scab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skipping off into the living room. ^.^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95624722?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95624722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95624722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95624722' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95624527</id><published>2003-06-13T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T03:54:44.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Ju-On yesterday. Really disappointed!! And to say it was co-directed by the man who directed Dark Waters. -__- The sound effects were there, yea. The gross scenes were there. But the fear factor? The story plot? &lt;i&gt;Nada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm just plain stupid. So can someone please explain the plot to me!! Why are there deaths after deaths, by this family of a brutally murdered mother, the father who murdered the mother and squashed a cat because he found out the son is not his, and the dehydrated blue boy who is supposedly missing for 5 years but did not grow at all during those five years and go about creeping people out. And the poor Rika, who managed to escape from the crawling mom, and end up being suffocated to death by the bloody hands of the father, who pop out all of a sudden without a reason. And why, at the end, everyone in the whole town is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I think i must be really dumb. Because i don't understand any of it, AT ALL. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95624527?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95624527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95624527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95624527' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95552554</id><published>2003-06-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T08:41:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, just listened to my sis rattled on and on about her Sports Camp. And i only have four words to say. &lt;b&gt;I want to go.&lt;/b&gt; ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;Busted's been playing on my player for quite some time. Every chance i got, i'll blast it. So nice. I like Psyco Girl. &lt;i&gt; She's my psyco girl. My psyco girlfriend. Everything i say, she takes it the wrong way. She's my psyco girl. My living nightmare. She's everything i need, but i can't stand her~ &lt;/i&gt; ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory quite bad nowadays. Can't remember what i wanted to say. -__- didAdeEee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, shall go finish watching How to Lose a Guy in Ten days now. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95552554?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95552554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95552554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95552554' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95537705</id><published>2003-06-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T22:36:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oK...so i only need to go back to school one more time on Friday, and it'll be officially Holiday for me~! ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95537705?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95537705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95537705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95537705' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95429202</id><published>2003-06-08T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T00:39:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come no one is ever online?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95429202?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95429202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95429202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95429202' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367328.post-95424650</id><published>2003-06-07T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T21:21:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had an email reply from Ali [from our Buddy-team] !! Dancing for joy. Shalalala~ ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5367328-95424650?l=myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95424650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5367328/posts/default/95424650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myleftkneehurts.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95424650' title=''/><author><name>.miny</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></entry></feed>
