<?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-2765880584702189106</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:28:52.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of a Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>Take my stories, whatever you want. But remember to leave a piece of your heart here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7093719506814648662</id><published>2009-06-12T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:19:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been a lovely story</title><content type='html'>up and away and back to livejournal (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://roadtocrescents.livejournal.com"&gt;roadtocrescents.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add me if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7093719506814648662?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7093719506814648662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7093719506814648662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7093719506814648662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7093719506814648662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-lovely-story.html' title='been a lovely story'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7780130053525894930</id><published>2009-05-27T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:21:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear, phototaking for HP in full council uniform while running around the terraces with a totalitarian chairman  shrieking by your side, is one of the craziest experience ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh life life life. relief teacher's slacking in supposed english period, so i might as well rant a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i am going to miss my teachers. grace chua's perma ill, rong's still resting from his op, cheryl siah says she is leaving for her kids, but i wonder hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;purple ink's the new hated colour, because it stains your uniform with such a gay touch, like how it did to mine during open house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more math on the table. cramming trigo trigo trigo, confusing topic but yeah, having a hell of a time. i will try again some other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo duty for apmops this sat. yay i love the dslrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray pray pray, exco results are coming out soon i think. pray pray pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hp's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slc's moving fast. more logs, 1000+ balloons is crazy, and half the ot down with flu and fever and godknowswhat. TAKE CARE M'DEARS, DRINK MORE WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late meetings late nights, no dinner = late curry puffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom just got a great great tiramisu cake :P its coated with wine even, so its dang dang addictive gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realise i am growing fat, and shrinking. aneroxic to sleep, sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to stop dozing off. need to stop popping up suddenly at 2am and checking emails, only to get spammed with new mails, trying to find someone to scream to yet realising that no one's left online, with the occasional away status from that alltoofamiliar nocturnal people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tripod camp's going slow. mixing with a completely different group of people, in terms of faces and races. think i will come to love the experience somehow. yup yup. jay's cool dances and zhong xuan's wowish dslr should break barriers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which reminds me. AHHH I WANT MY JUNE HOLIDAYS BACK RAWR. ALL GONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phototaking for smtp tomorrow, no council uniform at least (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope hope hope. slc's the hate and love and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIVE MORE DAYS TO THE FINISHING LINE. it's the first time undertaking a project that must take such a major turn when its near the end, and its frightening its vexing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for slc ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7780130053525894930?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7780130053525894930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1945965125249811357</id><published>2009-05-24T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:21:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sorry to say this.&lt;div&gt;i am losing faith in it once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe someday i will come to realise that everything is worth it. but that will be the day when i am numb on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you took from us, give it back you selfish bastard. and don't you dare tell me there's next year because that isn't the point. its the 15th, its different from 14th, and it jolly well will be different from the 16th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am speechless so i refuse to rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you but someday i will understand you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only that, its also 9 more days to smo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exercises increasing, pressure's rising, let's go rack those brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1945965125249811357?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1945965125249811357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1945965125249811357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1945965125249811357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1945965125249811357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-sorry-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7692709893063125581</id><published>2009-05-20T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:54:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;come on, you know you want it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love this club just too much hm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiayou, since if you want it so much, that if you don't get it you probably won't forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this lovely thing called fate is simply too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't need you to bind everything up right now, nooooot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7692709893063125581?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7692709893063125581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7692709893063125581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7692709893063125581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7692709893063125581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-on-you-know-you-want-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7686931710462471024</id><published>2009-05-19T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:43:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally finished packing my table, yay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still one stack of worksheets lying there, wondering what i should do to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:40am, yet saner than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music music lift my soul. drown me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear the school concourse was never as scenic as what i saw today, at 7 in the evening, when the wind blows after the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think i am falling in love with this campus man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7686931710462471024?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6116042311629176799</id><published>2009-05-17T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:15:04.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a badly needed hiatus&lt;div&gt;yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emceeing again, this time for open house. think i did better than the last time, didn't sound as sleepy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tests are over, and friday was a spent rushing through assignments madly. i swear i never felt sooo free before. give me a six weeks break from acads. here is when all that fun and freedom, starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week has been bloody hell sickening. yet, MOVE ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will grow higher, stronger, and i won't let down the things i treasure so much. i will push myself, i just will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for now, slc and smo, its our final dash to the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch me as i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6116042311629176799?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6116042311629176799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6116042311629176799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6116042311629176799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6116042311629176799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/badly-needed-hiatus-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1899934647297162527</id><published>2009-05-13T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:41:44.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come on come on come on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after this week, when all the shit ends i promise promise promise that everything else will be neglected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just this week first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1899934647297162527?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1899934647297162527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1899934647297162527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1899934647297162527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1899934647297162527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-on-come-on-come-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8182909573053669080</id><published>2009-05-12T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:14:20.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we sat upon that happy wishing star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2I2 DRAMA IS THE LOVE   &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(i just realised i wasn't supposed to say anything so shhhh) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the journey was with fun and enthusiasm yet with frustration and near-tears still with happygospirit and oneforallallforone. we made it big we made it great we made it the best we can, nothing stops us we keep going we shine we be proud. though it didn't start on time and it didn't start well though we fall in times of desperation though we faced shit, we clung on we went on we loved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how we squeezed weeks and months of work in days, i really wonder. sunday, i won't say its wasted, nope. the rounds and rounds we had around plaza sing, and gatecrashing darryl (I WASN'T FLIRTING SHZZZZ). though weekends got pretty screwed, i think everything was worth it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again, guilt overcomes when i missed rehearsals and i missed practices. i admit, i was pretty pissed off when i lost my main role, and didn't get the chance to defend for myself just due to the lack of my presence at a particular point of time, yet shopping for and doing props turned out just as fun and lovely, and well lights was well... (DAMN YOU _______ FOR YOUR EGONESS, FOR THINKING THAT YOU GUYS ARE WELL ENOUGH ALONE. YOU STILL NEED MEDIATECH! &gt;&lt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am really sorry for monday. won't bother saying anything, just blame blame blame the pathetic me. yet although some were displeased still i didn't have to face much hostility SO THANKS VERY MUCH GUYS, YOU ARE LOVED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lovehatelove this class. i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now with success in hand we shall pout to yinxp and hope that chinese grades get pulled up some way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i will address the other matter another time, its also gonna apply to something major soon, and something even bigger yet not so soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8182909573053669080?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8182909573053669080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8182909573053669080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8182909573053669080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8182909573053669080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-sat-upon-that-happy-wishing-star.html' title='we sat upon that happy wishing star'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5861655873621648831</id><published>2009-05-12T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:22:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everday that goes by i am losing faith. everyday that passes i leak love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing how every single thing i hold so dearly to my heart screws each other, its painful. in fact, i think i am numb already, and i will go on being a bastard saying that banner painting today, though filled with blood and sweat and love and all, was a bloody hell of an experience as i saw seconds tick by. I AM SORRY CLASS I MISSED MY DRAMA REHEARSAL, I AM SORRY PROJECT GROUPS I MISSED MY MEETINGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOP BEING NICE. SCREAM AT ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5861655873621648831?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5861655873621648831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5861655873621648831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5861655873621648831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5861655873621648831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/everday-that-goes-by-i-am-losing-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5108704025339132746</id><published>2009-05-10T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:34:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come on, stay strong, you know you can't afford to disappoint anyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold on tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5108704025339132746?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5108704025339132746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5108704025339132746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5108704025339132746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5108704025339132746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-on-stay-strong-you-know-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6530729779831043326</id><published>2009-05-09T11:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:31:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why, but being 14 after monday changed a lot of things in me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to take a hiatus and think everything through. i want to set everything straight, and think through the route to take, before i take on this suicidal journey of three weeks to smo and slc. i rather i bust the hell out of everything now and riiiiight now, before i face any doubts or hiccups in my following journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going to be one hell of an experience, running round the clock through every single day. i don't know how the others are going to take this, i hope no one breaks down i hope no one blanks out i hope everyone will just set their goal and drive straight towards it. we all know what the finale will be like, but i hope everyone will be strong enough to just go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind i think i will think it all through since i am so damn incoherent now. like i am reading through my post and editing it a million million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will also be screaming a lot too, so please please please, people don't disconnect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone there for me to scream to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6530729779831043326?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6530729779831043326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6530729779831043326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6530729779831043326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6530729779831043326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-why-but-being-14-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2339385434078574050</id><published>2009-05-04T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:09:09.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;probably the most unforgettable 14th birthday, because i learnt a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parents you rock. i am sorry i was such a bastard but i promise i will try to unscrew my acads from now on &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;progs you are the love. no matter what, we will stay strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i have grown much stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;breaking down.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2339385434078574050?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2339385434078574050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2339385434078574050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2339385434078574050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2339385434078574050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8991541725442725796</id><published>2009-05-03T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:40:22.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken hearts that bind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;for sunset:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because you are it, you are the ultimate.&lt;div&gt;and it ain't going to end like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am hell proud of it and i can't step down just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something will work out. i hold faith in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8991541725442725796?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8991541725442725796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8991541725442725796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8991541725442725796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8991541725442725796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-sunset-because-you-are-it-you-are.html' title='broken hearts that bind'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5973803174126996849</id><published>2009-05-01T05:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:40:52.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after detaching myself from slc for quite a while, and in fact getting involved in other things, i think i am starting to gain a bigger picture of what i want, and how i want to do it. not going to think of complicated things for now, maybe i will leave those till after smo and slc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its mentally prepping youself for one hell of a time. and i think i am ready for it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so right now, having seen the light and taken the break (which wasn't one actually), its time to get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRASH ON THE SLCOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********(edit)&lt;edit&gt;***********&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how irritating this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you decided to put in your heart and soul again, then your parents knock on your door and start giving you a talk about your commitments, moreover its test week, and ptg is coming soont. shit luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO, THEY AREN'T COMMITMENTS. THEY ARE WANTS, THEY ARE MY HEART AND SOUL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5973803174126996849?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5973803174126996849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5973803174126996849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5973803174126996849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5973803174126996849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-detaching-myself-from-slc-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1116671171556336874</id><published>2009-04-29T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:08:02.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days have been the love, thanks :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many many things, hmmm how should i start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after wednesday's chinese test, went to kkh to paint the tnf banner (:  leaving our handprints was fricking cool, and getting my hands in white paint was even cooler (check out facebook for the pics!) went ahead with crashing EC3 meeting, and trying to get food from colin and edmund rawrrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday's track and field cheering was a blast! yep it was pretty fun running across the whole field with teh WANG banner! what fun, and ONCE AGAIN I CROSS PATHS WITH ILLOGICAL GAMES LIKE BLACK MAGIC AND I SWEAR I HATE THEM TO THE CORE RAWR. though i missed malay and math trainings and my parents got pretty pissed but who cares anyway ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was unexpectedly a halfday. ended up with a million and one things to do after the halfday, though sickening but got fine after day. then went ahead kapping with certain mediatech ppl, where we crapped and crapped about things to be kept silent of shhhhhh. then went ahead with slc meeting, though half the time i was going through my emcee script in my mind goddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat morning was spent emceeing for smops! bloody warm weather with council uni = hot pig me goddddd. people said i sounded sleepy, and i am not in the least surprised, though i hoped i could have done better D:  spent the rest of the time crapping around with aphelion people shzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun was for getting logistic in mustafa yup, though memories of that day are dominated with that sleepness night while trying to mug fricking history D:  AND I FELL IN LOVE WITH HAPPY TREE FRIENDS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ileague'09 opened with a blast on monday! :D  still at the street soccer court, just that malay was luckilyluckilyluckily CANCELLED! :D so i went down to support our class, and our so-called merby (1m + derby) team, especially because i was trying to forget all about doing badly for history test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considering how we got badly thrashed last year, even to the extend of having a 0-11 match, that day's 7-2 thrashing to the sec 1 class, 1i2, was pretty fun :D yup our first time thrashing a team actually, though 2i1 did better with their 10-1 thrashing to 1i1 i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to space to set up ilounge (: glad to see that its finally going to work out. spent the rest of the afternoon moving things and having a game of risk :D  I LOVE CHINA I LOVE CHINESE AND INDIA I LOVE YOU TOO! GIVE ME MORE SIXES NEXT TIME YEAH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ilounge was opened on tuesday! drinks at 40 cents, though pretty cheap but we got our first dollar profit which was pretty cool too (:  thanks sonia for the lit notes, and godd i am really starting to miss pcps again. though it has been two years but they were all lovely lovely memories yup. i really do hope we can return to those times again, pretty much unforgettable, and one of the greatest bestest whackiest times i ever had (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;promise to meet up in june k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and did i forget to mention how good school was on tuesday? like wow, suddenly i am doing well in things again and people are learning to appreciate my presence :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was council day today, once again hot weather and council uniform shzzzz. feature article test was easy enough, and purple comet maths meet rocked! THOUGH I PRAY PRAY PRAY THAT 152 ISN'T SUBMITTED OR ELSE I WILL SO KILL MYSELF. AND THANKS ZHI MING FOR PANGSEHING US RAWRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was council meeting and aftercouncilmeeting at poolside, which was spent looking through council website, TAPTAPING WITH SONG SIM AND RANTING ABOUT SOMEONE AGAIN. AND SOMEHOW THIS SOMEONE HAD TO BE THESE SHITTTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope he heard nothing :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i refuse to elaborate on what happened after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep yep, i think sleeping early is really the remedy to things, because right now though i am dozing off at times like 10 or 11 but i guess its healthy, though i still get pissed with myself because LIT TEST IS NEXT MONDAY AND I HAVEN'T TOUCHED TKAM RAWRRR. was planning to spend the whole week not sleeping and finishing tkam, but yup sleeping early seems fine enough too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and happy tree friends is super addictive. and i swear my class has gone mad mad mad, ESPECIALLY CHUN SHIN :O, but i like it this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's rocking on for now, fun from everywhere yay (:  though partially because i am not getting updates on slc and projects, and i am daoing math for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though soon it will be time to get serious again. with more than 7 tests next week i really should start mugging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may, i knew you will be coming someday. slc and smo, the horrible horrible clash, starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1116671171556336874?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1116671171556336874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1116671171556336874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1116671171556336874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1116671171556336874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-few-days-have-been-love-thanks-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8364413859817392131</id><published>2009-04-26T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:40:02.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we know it ourselves, this dang fact. those people from the other batch, they don't know how we feel. we need to support each other, we need to look out for one another, we need to hold on to every other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because somehow we were the lucky ones of our batch who gatecrashed ourselves into this event of a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this feeling that we know too well already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why must it have been me, or us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a sidenote, livejournal is getting tempting :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8364413859817392131?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8364413859817392131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-250301696513826231</id><published>2009-04-22T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:16:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are affecting too much.&lt;div&gt;things around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its times like these that you just need to keep holding on, even if it is just a pile of sawdust, or just the simple faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am thankful for the sweet stuff i have been bestowed with. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take an easier stance, smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a sidenote, always tell me if you need me ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-250301696513826231?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/250301696513826231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=250301696513826231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/250301696513826231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/250301696513826231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-are-affecting-to-much-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2975073199368220346</id><published>2009-04-19T05:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:22:17.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one-sided dillusions</title><content type='html'>the past week wasn't as fruitful as i expected it to be (in fact, it wasn't in the very least fruitful at all!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep telling myself to work on acads, to do what is perceived to be right, to read up on things before you die in another bio tutorial, or you miss another math lesson (in this case, because of CHATS photo duty) etc. But fun things along the way blur your vision, and allow you to see less clearly of yourself and what you want. your attention is swept away by the meer side of lightning in a starry night, by that hershey bar that tempts you with its lovable cookies and cream flavour, and that's not all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might think the day isn't only about doing work at night. you might think you have 24 hours daily. then you realise for the past week, you have been rushing out in a godly manner at 6+am and reaching home at times like 9pm, 10, even 11. yeah, so its only left the night, or maybe if you factor in the wee hours of the day, you get 7-8 hours more? then you find yourself zonked out, unable to concentrate, so much so that you want to complete work as fast as possible FOR ONCE YOU HAVE THE DISCIPLINE TO NOT TOUCH THE LAPTOP, yet you still conk out because you are so exhausted anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then maybe you start wondering what you have been doing in school that makes it your second home, in fact you are spending more time in school than anywhere else. then "ortus room" comes into mind, "projects" comes into mind, "Sec 3 PTG" comes into mind, "SLC" comes into mind, "HIF" comes into mind, "maths training" comes into mind, "CHATS" comes into mind, "proed lounge" comes into mind, many other things float past too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you remember you promised yourself to cut down on the fun things, even if politically they weren't meant to be fun yet in this real world unfun things can be fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a period of zonked out 5 days you go ahead to take a chinese exam on saturday. you almost fall asleep as the speaker for the listening compre speeds past like a bullet train. you nearly knock you head on the table after completing each section and having more than half the stipulated amount of time left (should have taken the higher level, such a waste of time and money &gt;.&lt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you decide to find some friends for a gathering or something, but after that you don't feel like it. you sit alone at a table in a fastfood outlet, you take out your work while munching on lunch, you start doing CURRICULUM math assignments, they are on circles, you attempt the questions and you bloody don't know a single thing. you get pissed with yourself, you wonder why you lost your mind. then you realise you missed all of your math lessons, no wonder, you need catching up, although you weren't intending to. you filter the math assignments out of your list of work, you go ahead with other subjects, and that's when you realise you generally suck in every other subject. your acads, at first pretty much one-sided in an octagon with math and now into nothingless. total nothingless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you realise, you really REALLY need to start working on things, before you drop dead in your next history assignment/geog presentation/lit sharing/chinese test/english discussion/bio module/math tutorial/malay lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are still out there seeking fun and love and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god i am losing faith in myself. i haven't had inspiration, or anything that strikes my mind yet. i need something real soon, god its week 5 already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a bad feeling about this. especially after the math retest i had during friday's lunch period, when people people people went past and smiled to you, and you get waves and phone calls and all. just shows how susceptible you are to distractions, when you math teacher makes you stay back and starts pointing out all your careless mistakes on the spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think everything is still fine, and now it smacks you in your face, back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one-sided dillusions cannot continue. i want to strike a balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2975073199368220346?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2975073199368220346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2975073199368220346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2975073199368220346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2975073199368220346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-sided-dillusions.html' title='one-sided dillusions'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5656778516212012228</id><published>2009-04-14T04:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:11:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS NOTEBOOK WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CORRUPTING MY DATA, EATING UP MY FILES, LAGGING EVERYWHERE ETC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR I WANT A MACBOOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;edit&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YOU JOLLY WELL RETURN MY OM PHOTOS TO ME. I WANT THEM BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5656778516212012228?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5656778516212012228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5656778516212012228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5656778516212012228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5656778516212012228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-notebook-will-be-death-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6361923364981092159</id><published>2009-04-12T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:54:47.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when reality slaps your face</title><content type='html'>this term has been fun so far, with many lovely things popping out around me. committing myself to all the fun things was really awesome, and looking through my calendar totally packed up with all its hand-written notes about events and stuff lasting from day to night, i was wondering how i ever survived through the past few weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i realised, i have forgotten all about homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its probably time i stop being active and overcommitting myself into random things and start settling myself down. i am tired, totally worn out, and starting to fall sick. although it has been simply lovely, and i hate to leave such a life, i should probably spare a thought for my role as a student, and that no matter what, studies is still important, although it ranks below leading a social life and having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent quite some time making a list of work to be done, and frankly speaking, i was terrified by the length of it. all the work that i could have done if i didn't attend this, if i didn't commit myself into that, i chose to dao. and now its probably time i start to regain self-discipline, and clear this list once and for all. its gonna be tough, almost suicidal for a kid with preferences like mine, but its called being responsible, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gary, reality just rang the bell of your door. no more floating by, time to get serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember to cheer me on ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6361923364981092159?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6361923364981092159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6361923364981092159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6361923364981092159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6361923364981092159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-reality-slaps-your-face.html' title='when reality slaps your face'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-4029059571243415422</id><published>2009-04-12T11:26:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:32:27.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you never told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SeFpuaMqb4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KxAjfPaRycM/s1600-h/P1020171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323652480555970434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SeFpuaMqb4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KxAjfPaRycM/s320/P1020171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SeFmTHFv9WI/AAAAAAAAABw/YNMmq6BUYIQ/s1600-h/P1020152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;&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;p align="left"&gt;OM OM OM (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did it, 4th place! medal winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the past two weeks have been horrendously harrowing (as quoted from miss huang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those late late nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that effort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that determination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those conflicts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that sickening feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending the whole of good friday and saturday with you guys, sacrificing all the sleep, it was pretty worth it, i swear. seeing you guys rush up to receive the prize in shock, in excitement, and even at the verge of tears, it was a total wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, hwa chong won the 3rd prize for the balsa wood problem (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratz to sally and hui yie for winning too. forget about all the lousy and stressed up times, all the hard work put in paid off ;) AND SITTING BESIDE RGS THROUGHOUT THE PRIZE CEREMONY WAS A PAIN. THEIR CHEERING AND SCREAMING TOTALLY MURDERED ME BLEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and grace, daniel and peng ru competed too! i know it was totally painful, months of hard work yet no prize won, but at least its one painful process over, and one lovely memorable experience gained, so look on the bright side yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, this goes out to all other teams. everyone did wonderfully well, those months of blood and sweat for this day was worth it yes no? and the atmosphere on that day, so totally amazing and stunning. beautiful props, talented actors, stunning performances, picture-perfect scenes, great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i daresay that om has totally made an impact on me. it was a totally different feeling, being there and experiencing everything in everything. when will i ever get this feeling again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and all of that made me regret not participating. seriously, why did i miss such a perfect chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i shouldn't have made this sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rawr, its all because of you. and i shan't forgive you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am pang-sehing you next year for om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-4029059571243415422?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4029059571243415422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=4029059571243415422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/4029059571243415422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/4029059571243415422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-you-never-told-me.html' title='because you never told me'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SeFpuaMqb4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KxAjfPaRycM/s72-c/P1020171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6072300955668532108</id><published>2009-04-10T06:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:22:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're hot then you're cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its one whole day gone for nothing , yet one more piece of love gained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;simple affair, simple hall, simple food, simple school compound, simple night.&lt;div&gt;yet, what love, what love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an investiture in the night was really unique, though TRANSPORT WAS A PAIN HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong buses + wrong stops + SLC people daoing sms &gt;&lt; + rushing to school for a meeting at 9 wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one shall know of our disgusting adventure, just the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prelims was ok in a sense, one whole night of no-sleep paid off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both projects are kindda ok, so i shall be hopeful (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT RAWRRR I CAN'T SURVIVE THIS ZONKNESS ANYMORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE LT3 VIDEO CAMERA ADVANTURE WAS FREAKING IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;CARRYING IT AND RUNNING AROUND THE SCHOOL NUMEROUS TIMES, ONLY TO GET REJECTED AND PUSHED TO ANOTHER TEACHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT A TOY TO BE PLAYED AROUND BY SO-CALLED "RESPECTED" PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6072300955668532108?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6072300955668532108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6072300955668532108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6072300955668532108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6072300955668532108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-hot-and-youre-cold.html' title='you&apos;re hot then you&apos;re cold'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5867031200526636347</id><published>2009-04-02T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:32:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty lightings dirty sounds</title><content type='html'>its how we gain strength from the things we cherish.&lt;div&gt;and because i am in such deep love with life, i am just not giving it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no need to envy anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only path in millions that i get to choose how i want it to be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am on the verge of screaming it all out to myself, that i probably should be more disciplined, and start working on acads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because not all 365 days are about fun and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;allow youself to be dazzled by the sights of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but don't be sucked into that black hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of no return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SO, IT'S NO LONGER ABOUT GIVING UP WHEN YOU CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE I AM FRICKING SICK OF FEELING GUILTY OVER IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INSTEAD, FROM THIS INSTANT, ITS DOING IT RIGHT TILL THE END EVEN WHEN ALL 24 HOURS OF A DAY ARE GONE, AND EVEN IF IT MEANS KILLING A HALF-DEAD BODY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE ITS MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are just incoherent thoughts that were processed through my subconscious mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selfreflection-ish, yes i know. but considering i have nine months to go in this wonderfulwonderfulwonderful year, i won't want to screw the rest up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund, now you shall understand why i always seem to be deeper in thought than i look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5867031200526636347?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5867031200526636347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5867031200526636347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5867031200526636347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5867031200526636347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-how-we-gain-strength-from-things-we.html' title='pretty lightings dirty sounds'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-4350120095564911415</id><published>2009-03-30T22:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:29:19.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funk roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SdDVl7b0D6I/AAAAAAAAABY/66ozY6v4jjY/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS DAY IS GODLY HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.00 pm: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spills ice-cream on the table OMGGGGG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10.40 pm:&lt;div&gt;promises to wake up 10 minutes later to START DOING WEEKEND HOMEWORK HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.00 am: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wakes up with a mass of work undone, and a rawrish mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tries to do malay essays, and laughs at my own incoherence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.40 am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THIS THAT I SEE ON FACEBOOK??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTFFFF NEVER TELL ME??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MING KIT, WRONG WAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.45:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WRONG WAY AGAIN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.00:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;struggles to survive through double IH, but dies bleh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great great ming kit makes history notes for me  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.45:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT SICKO OM SCRIPT HAHAHAHAHA OMGGG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.30:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHINESE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk talk talk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.10:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW WE TURNED OUR ASSIGNMENT INTO AN ASS HAHAHA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SdDVlQwKWOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MohXgnlAIyo/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SdDVlQwKWOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MohXgnlAIyo/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318985996053403874" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrecks havoc while chua isn't here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead end sign got shifted to the true dead end hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 11.40:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are we going melbourne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Probably...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No lah, it's Bangladesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GOOD WHAT, KEEFE CAN VISIT HIS RELATIVES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.20 pm:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA OMG I FINALLY GOT AREA CONGRUENCY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LET ME EXPLAIN LET ME EXPLAIN LET ME EXPLAIN HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.50:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Chua says a mother is driving her crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's her mother i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why is she driving her crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she wants miss chua to faster get off the shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: TO XUN YUAN  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.00:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAVESTY HERE TRAVESTY THERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE NEW WORD LEARNT YAY  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SUPER KIND CHIN SHIN FINISHES MY ENGLISH NOTES FOR ME :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY LET'S GO FOR LUNCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WE ARE FULL ALREADY! REMEMBER EARLY RECESS MY DEAR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.40:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhao yong and jun wei screws my hair up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUNKY GATSBY HAIRSTYLE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.50:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BREAKING GLASS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SdDVl7b0D6I/AAAAAAAAABY/66ozY6v4jjY/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318986007510781858" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.40:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gets caught sleeping in malay class, with cikgu faizal and people staring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grace chua's helpful reminder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID YOU JUST FORGET THAT 3ANGLES IS TODAY OMG???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.30:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calls zhong xuan for help, but decides to give up eventually, because proed lounge's cup noodles are so awesome hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I AM KEEPING THE IDEA FOR ILOUNGE RAWRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND STICK FIGHT :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.00:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abandons mopping to head for Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE OM :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them: WHAT KIND OF SURVEY IS THIS OMG??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;methinks: uhh.. its awkwardly embarassing, JUST DO IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: how could i have been in nanyang my dear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ming kit: then 3angles how? nvm then, no fun anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: but actually, videoing will be fun you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darren: for the first time in life, i agree with gary that doing a project is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: EH DON'T KEEP THINKING ABOUT MEETING GIRLS LUH, DESPO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darren: then what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: THERE ARE ALSO BOYS THERE WHAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone: WTF??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.40:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T SCAM ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT MY $2 BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARRYL SHALL PAY FOR THE BROKEN STICK  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.50:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*HI-5s with tommie chen*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gets shafted away by a backhand*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH HUH? WE ARE TACT-TEAMING WHAT? WHAT'S THAT FOR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grace chua: I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO MARK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I AM SO SURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an incoherent train of thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught up with many many people, and much much laughter from almost everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRESCENT GIRLS INVEST TOMORROW :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life starts rocking on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-4350120095564911415?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4350120095564911415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=4350120095564911415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/4350120095564911415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/4350120095564911415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/funk-roll.html' title='funk roll'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SdDVlQwKWOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MohXgnlAIyo/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8864689090638912954</id><published>2009-03-27T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:56:36.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i saw happen today.&lt;div&gt;probably i will never forget.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for that last bit of pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grit, smile, not to let those tears flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that strength is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for that, i applaud you already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shouldn't surface at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8864689090638912954?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8864689090638912954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8864689090638912954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8864689090638912954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8864689090638912954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-saw-happen-today-probably-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5701049031501835774</id><published>2009-03-24T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:43:19.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those wireless entanglements</title><content type='html'>love me visit me call me text me chat with me just wave at me and call my name, i will gladly find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't shun me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHARGER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IF I EVER FIND MY CHARGER IN SCHOOL, IT PWNS THE HANDPHONE ITSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRR, I AM LIVING THE REST OF MY LIFE WITHOUT MY CONTACTS. THIS SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5701049031501835774?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5701049031501835774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5701049031501835774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5701049031501835774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5701049031501835774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-me-visit-me-call-me-text-me-chat.html' title='those wireless entanglements'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6437724248149487625</id><published>2009-03-22T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:13:14.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>along those rawrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;gala dinner was fun enough i guess, though rushing to school in council uni, in rain, and in an unglam manner, was pretty suckish :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawrrrr, un-logical games don't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they kill your ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the ups and downs&lt;div&gt;the emotional rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those screwy times, those fun moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those lovely memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there shall be more, much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15th SLC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its this bond we hold, its this love we share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the supposed break, i feel more exhausted than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least after setting my thoughts right, it made me realise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that life is all about where you head to and what you get along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, stop lying to yourself and just let it go naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so long as we follow the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6437724248149487625?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6437724248149487625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6437724248149487625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6437724248149487625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6437724248149487625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/along-those-rawrs.html' title='along those rawrs'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1167710747646675308</id><published>2009-03-18T10:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:47:37.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i am not mine</title><content type='html'>what happened to the nights when i could lay myself on the bed to sleep, and not on the table, not with the laptop and lights switched on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the mornings when i could wake up to feel refreshed and lively, instead of that empty and disgusting feeling, that work hasn't been done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the 6 hours of sleep per day, instead of the 4, the 3, the 2, the 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the lively saturday night outings, instead of the lifeless taggingalong, and sometimes even skipping them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the sundays when i could spend a whole hour finishing the special sunday editions of the straits times, instead of packing tables, rushing out and back, and settling bloody undone work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the 7pms, the 9pms, even the 11pms, when i could plunge myself into the sofa with the tv before me and eyes wide open, instead of this sickening, lagging laptop, with the occasional chat windows, and squinting eyes trying to keep open even with help of caffeine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the times when acads truly mattered, instead of the daoings now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to those lovely times, replaced by the everyday-schedules, the everyday-workload, and the everyday-skipmealsskipsleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what just happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1167710747646675308?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1167710747646675308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1167710747646675308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1167710747646675308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1167710747646675308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-am-not-mine.html' title='why i am not mine'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8189215713313193897</id><published>2009-03-13T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:42:43.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chords</title><content type='html'>i wonder what i am doing here, like right now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week wasn't as great as i thought it would be. not so much sleep after all, but mostly because i was having fun :D psp and facebook games never seemed so appealing, and guitaring is just plain awesome, though i don't get the songs right half the time due to my sleepyhead-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the holidays soon, i will try to keep myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iLounge'09 ftw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you so very much for your foolish and immature act?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;three years, yet you never changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is where love lies clandestinely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we never realised it, never did. but shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8189215713313193897?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8189215713313193897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8189215713313193897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8189215713313193897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8189215713313193897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-what-i-am-doing-here-like.html' title='chords'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1439898243621189471</id><published>2009-03-08T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:57:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped in facial tissue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIN DE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes you are probably proud of the fact that your birthday falls on the international women's day, you crazy crazy person haha. somehow every class needs someone like you to get hyped up. your crazy yet lovely antics, they rock :) you are a really funny person, pretty distruptive at times, yet most of the time i can't help but go along with you :) wish you the best of luck in OM, you are really good at it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class party rocked :D&lt;br /&gt;the candles and the happy birthday sign are still nicely wrapped up, kept inside my bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1439898243621189471?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1439898243621189471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1439898243621189471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1439898243621189471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1439898243621189471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/wrapped-in-facial-tissue.html' title='wrapped in facial tissue'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2041486174715152607</id><published>2009-03-07T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:26:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you took me from the start to the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SALLY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a terrific mummy :)  yes somehow you are just born to be like one, from the way you pull us away from cars in recces, till the many "DON'T DRINK COKE"s. for being random and cheerful and high and helpful, for your super dedication to thiseventofalifetime, for your hours of counselling and setting this family straight, you are one amazing woman (i don't know why i am calling you a woman hahahaha :P) i am pretty sure you will be able to juggle your godly number of commitments, AND WE WILL PULL THROUGH THIS TOGETHER AS A FAMILY  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and how was obs? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another hell of a week. zonkish, yet fun; tiring, yet allthemorelifeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever needs to know what happened, knows.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't bother recounting the many flashes through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a happy person now, having survived through, yet experienced everythingineverything, this week. and with a grand total of 13 hours of sleep, i am a happy person now :) though i could have had more sleep if not for someone's call &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i found out that i have forogotten most of my chords and pieces :\&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WILLING TO GIVE ME A CRASH COURSE ON HOW TO PLAY THE GUITAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SMB LOVES ME LIKE SHIT I THINK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2041486174715152607?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2041486174715152607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2041486174715152607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2041486174715152607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2041486174715152607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-only-think-about-hiatus-when.html' title='you took me from the start to the end'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6785997910843727542</id><published>2009-03-05T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:18:04.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARRYL =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please STOP HARBOURING THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE. LIFE IS STILL FRICKING INTERESTING, AND ALTHOUGH ITS DAMN SHITTY, THE SHIT WON'T LAST LONG. IT WON'T. WE WILL SURVIVE IT TOGETHER K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE ON WITH YOUR USUAL WAYS, DON'T BE EMO, AND LIKE COWS PLEASE :D OH AND I WANT TO SEE YOU USE THE COWREST HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL HAVE FUN TOMORROW NIGHT, I PROMISE ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6785997910843727542?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6785997910843727542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6785997910843727542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6785997910843727542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6785997910843727542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-darryl-d-please-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2745013506630576492</id><published>2009-03-01T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:42:45.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chucking down the bumpy ride</title><content type='html'>its disheartening to see everyone around me falling one by one, admist commitments to the occasional "I WANT TO CHECK YOUR CHINESE BOOK REVIEWS/FILES NEXT WEEK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their breaking points. everyone deserves a rest. everyone should be given the chance to at least, rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what happens, when things just keep getting in your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;another sad soul, hmmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ONE WEEKEND GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF SLEEP, THEN LOST OF SLEEP. I HATE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;AND BACKLOG NOT CLEARED. THIS WEEK SHALL DIE GRAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only the start of the week, yet i am already looking forward to the next one already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST THERE IS SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO THIS FRIDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;BEAR WITH IT FOR NOW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2745013506630576492?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2745013506630576492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2745013506630576492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2745013506630576492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2745013506630576492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/chucking-down-bumpy-ride.html' title='chucking down the bumpy ride'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1474391849494789616</id><published>2009-02-26T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:06:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things thought about on the long ride northwards</title><content type='html'>Gary has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gave up mugging and thinks that screwing up acads is perfectly fine. the norm, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. left his handphone at home and shall get screwed up by certain ppl for missing calls :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. found out about mr rong's expectations. with 3 bonus marks in a math test, a 43/40 is considered acceptable, while a 40/40 is considered A MAJOR SCREW UP WHICH REQUIRES COUNSELLING AFTER AN ICOUNCIL MEETING AT 6PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. died through lessons because he didn't get to sms in class anymore D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. realised that his MC ends this week, and from next week onwards he need to start bringing his PE uniform. REMINDER NEEDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. had a wierd history lesson which was invaded by certain teacher observers. mr chua was nv, nv like that :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. doesn't doesn't doesn't want to be a god, nor a GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DIED THROUGH HIS MALAY TEST HAHAHAHAHHAHA. AND THE WORST THING IS THAT THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;F9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WILL BE CALCULATED IN HIS MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. had a HUGE HUGE HUGE APPETITE, and doesn't want to finish up the last piece of cheesecake unless jie promises that we will get more midnightmadness baking sessions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DID THE WORLD'S STUPIDEST THING EVER. AFTER THAT, HE PROCEEDED TO COMMIT SUICIDE BY JUMPING DOWN THE LEDGE OUTSIDE THE MATH SEMINAR ROOM AT 6:28PM. NO ONE SAVED HIM. HE SHALL NOT FACE THE WORLD TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am hiding under my blanket and feeling dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1474391849494789616?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1474391849494789616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1474391849494789616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1474391849494789616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1474391849494789616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-thought-about-on-long-ride.html' title='10 things thought about on the long ride northwards'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8981902827749179844</id><published>2009-02-24T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:45:33.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't say i didn't warn you</title><content type='html'>i am very worried for you.&lt;br /&gt;very very worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be able to take whatever is thrown to you?&lt;br /&gt;will you be able to protect yourself from the many mortal wounds?&lt;br /&gt;or am i just imagining things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think twice, rationalise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THINKING OF WHAT YOU MISSED&lt;br /&gt;START THINKING OF WHAT NOT TO MISS&lt;br /&gt;AND DON'T MISS THEM AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really miss my godly sleep on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it was just a short span of an hour, it was full of love&lt;br /&gt;thanks espiritdeprogs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8981902827749179844?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8981902827749179844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8981902827749179844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8981902827749179844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8981902827749179844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-say-i-didnt-warn-you.html' title='don&apos;t say i didn&apos;t warn you'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5909821473114626903</id><published>2009-02-23T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:29:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with the whole weekend spent outside, i haven't started on any hw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will start - soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not now, its kindda fun to bake at midnight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5909821473114626903?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5909821473114626903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5909821473114626903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5909821473114626903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5909821473114626903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-whole-weekend-spent-outside-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2813120679076596530</id><published>2009-02-22T09:54:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:39:01.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapping papers</title><content type='html'>i know this is one day late, but i was fricking outside the whole day so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHAO YONG! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been an amazing da ge, with your funnyfunny face, your crazy jokes and everything in everything. hope you enjoyed your celebration, and A COLLECTION OF CRAZY PINK THINGS as your present from progs ;) and lastly your CAKE/BROWNIE/BREAD/STONE haha. too bad i didn't get to bake it, becos certain people forced me to sleep and didn't wake me up &gt;&lt; whatever it is, just be as happy as possible, and stop being so antisocial luh. AND CONTINUE TO LIKE PINK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one in a million, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we shall let homework kill us together ;) at least progs won't be dying in bugis today hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and thanks for all the well-wishes for the prelims. the model was pretty bad :\ but i am hopeful! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2813120679076596530?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2813120679076596530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2813120679076596530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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realise, four cubed isn't 64!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said weekends are for resting, screw him.&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling apprehensive about sunday. bugis? policemen everywhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-3206138788388879075?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3206138788388879075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=3206138788388879075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/3206138788388879075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/3206138788388879075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-get-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5205172846405754190</id><published>2009-02-17T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:07:30.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i resolved to plan carefully before making any steps in life - even the doctor advised me. yes, something important i have learnt from last year's ordeal, which i think earned me the title of being the sec one pupil with the least sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i in such a mess again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMO + SLC is already a deadly combo.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't list the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he realises he is swept offshore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to somewhere unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he resolves to start his life from scratch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but circumstances don't allow, don't allow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear dear, the guitar ensemble isn't everything in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's much more, much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know of clowns who are still practising the art of juggling after many many years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will do fine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes we shall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5205172846405754190?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5205172846405754190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5205172846405754190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5205172846405754190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5205172846405754190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-resolved-to-plan-carefully-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5541851258590674860</id><published>2009-02-16T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:37:34.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks so very much</title><content type='html'>torn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5541851258590674860?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-148379829898836719</id><published>2009-02-14T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:50:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while the world is heading out to malls and riversides with chocolates and flowers in hand, i shall date all the work that i have pushed back and perhaps try to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result of having everything clashing with one another, in a mere period of 120 hours. wtf, i am losing my appeitite already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, how i wish i hadn't missed SOO in december. people are still talking about it, up to now. yes, organising and participating are two very different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed operation. ok maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, spent the day catching up with people, facebooking and procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through and sorting out emails and smses - great memories yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE HUGS FOR THE LAST 10 MINUTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TESTS AND HW SHALL ALL DIE. THEY CAN ALL BE IDIOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-148379829898836719?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/148379829898836719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=148379829898836719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/148379829898836719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/148379829898836719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-world-is-heading-out-to-malls-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2650736471927186690</id><published>2009-02-14T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:51:12.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night that i will fall for you</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how late i am sleeping tonight, i shall wake up at 9 to have a certain someone's pancakes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA AND YES HE REALLY HAS A VERY LOW TASTE TO ACTUALLY LIKE HER HAHAHAHA. ITS HIS LOSS! I AM CHECKING FACEBOOK FOR PHOTOS HMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2650736471927186690?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2650736471927186690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2650736471927186690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2650736471927186690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2650736471927186690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-that-i-will-fall-for-you.html' title='the night that i will fall for you'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8801664685759949711</id><published>2009-02-12T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:05:54.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i resized the world till it was so small,&lt;br /&gt;that the fate of two bitter people clashed once again, in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dearest sister,&lt;br /&gt;but i am not giving up math just because of him. he is too insignificant to change anything in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8801664685759949711?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8801664685759949711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8801664685759949711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8801664685759949711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8801664685759949711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-resized-world-till-it-was-so-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8418502006205382228</id><published>2009-02-10T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:48:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to tell you nothing you don't want to hear</title><content type='html'>The guilty soul who failed to mug again and chose a $100 sabb course out of carelessness is feeling pretty depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have the incentive to blog about um.. the past, to cheer myself up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will probably start with cny, which coincides with council invest. yup it was 3 weeks ago omg, but that left an indelible mark on me. for cny deco, manpower was really lacking, partly due to the OT not organising any manpower in the first place. what mr chua said really perked up the spirit of council within me, that we were a team, and we were about to get invested together and thus we are one bighappysadfunny family. sadly i don't think they learnt from their ordeal, and i didn't see many people helping to take down the deco today, but i guess it all worked out fine, and we all got invested in our proud uniforms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny celebrations day was a terrible yet fun one, with screwed projects meetings and photo racing. and i finally met guo lao shi after godknowshowlong. her hair was still as curly as ever, as ticklish as ever, and her stories - as fascinating as they can be (though others beg to differ!) yes i missed her one whole lot, and i am glad i saw her again. SORRY GUYS FOR BEING SOOO LATE AND MAKING YOU ALL LISTEN TO HER THRICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the horrid cnys when my dad got ill and i was pretty exhausted myself. wednesday's old folks visit, i think i was touched. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came friday - i shan't reveal anything from the exco meeting, just that it was funny to see sze chuen jump! the night was spent at the first combined SLC meeting, yep we barely knew each other, other than old and trusty mun wai in the progs comm! had many many ice breakers, but didn't really bother to remember names. i was feeling particularly sleepy that day, so much so that i even forgot my home number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday - the first informal meeting of SLC progs at KAP, and yes what a change that was from our emotionless expressions on friday. we bonded pretty well, especially when SOMEONE flipped over the tray and toppled everything, with the cleaners cursing us behind our backs o.O the bollywood tree, the serviettes, heading to pn's house and playing card games and chatting and throwing things around and asking silly questions for truth and dare, yes yes we BONDED REALLY WELL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever said or done there, stays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espirit de progs: chermain sally mun wai zhao yong pn gary SEE I RMB NAMES NOW I ROCK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh i refuse to talk about irritating monday :( tuesday was yet another informal meeting with SLC progs, though this time round the unsmiling zhou kai tagged along as well. we settled quite a lot of work in quite a short meeting, and sally started nagging at people for drinking coke and i started hating people for ordering EEW-ISH sambal fried rice. AND SALLY BECAME OUR MOTHER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday afternoon was spent skipping RS for the second time to crap out a certain random piece of chinese shit that isn't gonna secure me any place in zaobao, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came friday yet again, when my dearest sister bought + brought me subway + koi coffee! people were staring at me oh noes, so i had to hide at some secluded area. malay project meeting! and PHOTO SABB GOT BLOODY REJECTED WHICH MEANS ONE NIGHT OF WORK GONE &gt;.&lt;&gt;. yuanyuh and longjian joined us, and we tried to think of many many orientation games till um, 10? yeah but sally and longjian got chased away first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a late night convo with progs till it was midnight on saturday, then followed by bloody SMPF work till um.. 4+am? woke up at 7 and rushed to school for rehearsals, only to realise that our presentation was the suckist :/ (well u can't expect much from something that was chionged out in four hours just on coffee) and i shan't mention a certain bloody person who killed my day. after rehearsals was the cny party in DC - laughing at darren and gobbling free kit-kats away :D and irwin still doesn't make sense when he tried to re-enact the convo, but anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon was spent poofing off to NUS for interviews with darryl josh and darren! somehow i turned famous, and soon ppl got referred to me instead of me referring to them, but it was really convenient to get more free interviews so i won't really bother. somehow i never thought this thinkquest group was actually bonded till that day, wehn we survived on a laptop for hours. i really hope i see progress within the team :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned home, died in front of the com, had yet another convo with SLC progs, then died doing prof xu's questions ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was spent rushing through work i guess, nothing much except for dear chermain getting pissed off for being "left out", and recalling the chinese speech competition on wednesday WHICH MEANS ANOTHER RS LESSON GONE AND MATH STATISTICS SHALL DIE IN ITS OWN GRACEFUL WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was spent tearing down cny deco and playing around with the huge door at LT4. ONE DAY I SHALL TRY TO FIND A WAY TO OPEN IT. YES I SHALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now having spent the night in a godknowshowway i shall do my homework and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;frick its 2am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE COW WHO QUACKS AND THE ER DI WHO RAN AWAY FROM HOME, AND I AM POSITIVE THAT LIFE WILL GET BETTER, BECAUSE IT IS JUST ONE HAPPY COINCIDENCE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8418502006205382228?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8418502006205382228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8418502006205382228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8418502006205382228'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7418071488399586572?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7418071488399586572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7418071488399586572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7418071488399586572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7418071488399586572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/lecture-at-theatre.html' title='the lecture at the theatre'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5262238871225462052</id><published>2009-02-04T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:29:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are many many many screwed things in my life that i would like to fix, i just realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like organised things. but now i realise i am pretty disorganised myself, and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting tired of this. with the hope of doing something, but not being able to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5262238871225462052?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5262238871225462052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5262238871225462052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5262238871225462052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5262238871225462052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-many-many-many-screwed-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-243011437889833735</id><published>2009-01-31T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:43:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sometimes, i momentarily realise that my sisters are much older than me, and i will view of myself as an accident. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but even if i really was one, i believe it was a happy coincidence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still, i strongly think my parents wanted me. i am happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;smtp'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;photo sabb team&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkquest'09&lt;br /&gt;project's day'09&lt;br /&gt;math o'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;science o'09&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearbook'09&lt;br /&gt;15th slc progs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's smile and go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-243011437889833735?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/243011437889833735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=243011437889833735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/243011437889833735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/243011437889833735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-momentarily-realise-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5539483496024785822</id><published>2009-01-27T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:42:53.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a love story, baby just say yes</title><content type='html'>i am still as exhausted, and i didn't stay till 12 on new year's eve,&lt;br /&gt;my dad's ill - very ill,&lt;br /&gt;my bloody pimples are still popping out of my nose after 6 months++  blatantly waiting for someone to observe and comment -_- (rudolph the second!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a better new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, i have finally fixed facebook  :D  tag me if you wanna add me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am crazily addicted to taylor swift and david archuleta after godknowshowlong, maybe because i finally get enough time to procrastinate and listen out for good music - first time in the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5539483496024785822?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5539483496024785822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5539483496024785822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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TO SLEEP AT GODLY HOURS AGAIN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but javascript is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;the science toy is irritating.&lt;br /&gt;the math quiz work is sooo frustrating&lt;br /&gt;humans is utterly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;journal is just so bloody pissing.&lt;br /&gt;and stomp IS IGNORING ME  D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7381746695110388388?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7381746695110388388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7381746695110388388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i know i probably should stop bitching about how tired i am, how many meals i skipped, my 4 hrs of sleep per day thing, how my correction tape walked out on me and left me with ugly scribbling and cancelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fricking schedule which seems to be bent on imprisioning me outside my house till the sky goes dark, and all the family shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is around the corner, tmr's the celebration, video at 6:40am DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smpf is due tmr 5pm, and we ARE GONNA DIE BUT WE WILL DIE AS A TEAM ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really envying my classmates who seem to be having the time of their lives on the first month of school. its supposed to be pressure-free and they have had a pretty much comfortable schedule. i would rather no-life away in the poolside everyday (their style), rather than no-life away with bloody work at godly hours of the night/morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a rest, i want a rest, and i seek for one. guess i will sleep early on chinese new year, though i pity my parents for not being able to get my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i try to stay awake all night, i will continue creating stomp accounts ;)&lt;br /&gt;just for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-3961207590274412702?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3961207590274412702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=3961207590274412702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/3961207590274412702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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1-year-smpf done in one night. feel free to read if you ever understand, which isn't too hard a task anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah colin i need to ask u some qns for my malay hw&lt;br /&gt;what is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is a special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;when lah&lt;br /&gt;i need to know for my school hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;it was about 13 1/2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;JUST SAY&lt;br /&gt;I NEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;what is your favourite colous?&lt;br /&gt;name two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;green, blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;methinks: *WHAT IS GREEN IN MALAY? SHIT I FORGOT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;i forbid you to like green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;uh&lt;br /&gt;favourite drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;milo&lt;br /&gt;SOYA BEAN MILK&lt;br /&gt;change milo to...&lt;br /&gt;coke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME WASTE CORRECTION TAPE&lt;br /&gt;SO NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T CARE U MUST LIKE COFFEE BECOS I DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD I PREFER SOYA BEAN LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;shoe size??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;GOOD&lt;br /&gt;ONE PAGE DONE&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE TO GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT STILL HAVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;*colin faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously their report is way better than ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methinks: -_- YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DISAGREE YOU IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;something like&lt;br /&gt;what if one day&lt;br /&gt;your teacher asks you what is 4cubed&lt;br /&gt;and u answer 64&lt;br /&gt;yet he says "wrong"&lt;br /&gt;the teacher is actually right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-=Colin=-. says:&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, me the cow says:&lt;br /&gt;because in this project, we are going to show you that four cubed isn't 64!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-921722834983356687?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/921722834983356687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=921722834983356687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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becos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I WENT TO SCHOOL WITHOUT BUTTONS AND SCHOOL PIN omg and didn't realise it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- wasted $5+ on school buttons and pins :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I HAVE TO SQUEEZE INTO MY SIZE 27 LONG PANTS THIS WED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I WENT TO SCHOOL ON SATURDAY TO CHANGE PANTS AND THE FRICKING BOOKSHOP WASN'T OPEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I HAVE JUST SURVIVED THROUGH A WEEK OF TURMOIL AND LATE NIGHTS, WITH MUCH HW UNDONE AND HALF A LIFE LEFT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- and here comes another week of turmoil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- i still have 30 pages of SMFP to rush by thurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- my life is totally screwed and i hv no mood to celebrate CNY next week omg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WANT TO SLEEP :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5910274227019635525?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5910274227019635525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5910274227019635525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5910274227019635525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5910274227019635525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-heavy-schoolbags.html' title='i hate heavy schoolbags!'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-409878024723261956</id><published>2009-01-18T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:34:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am cow, hear me moo&lt;br /&gt;I weigh twice as much as you&lt;br /&gt;And I look good on the barbecue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt, curd, cream cheese and butters&lt;br /&gt;Made from liquid from my udders&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo (moo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, eating grass&lt;br /&gt;Methane gas comes out my ass&lt;br /&gt;And out my muzzle when I belch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the ozone layer is thinner&lt;br /&gt;From the outcome of my dinner&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, Ive got gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Far and wide upon this land&lt;br /&gt;And I am living everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From b.c. to newfoundland&lt;br /&gt;You can squeeze my teats by hand&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I am cow&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A COW WHO TRIES TO QUACK  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate reading cheesy stuff, can't tolerate even the slightest bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, I LOVE CHEESECAKES  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-409878024723261956?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/409878024723261956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=409878024723261956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/409878024723261956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/409878024723261956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-cow-hear-me-moo-i-weigh-twice-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8722666678532528639</id><published>2009-01-16T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:02:38.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life shouldn't.</title><content type='html'>just envisioning that sickening workload makes me wanna puke blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one is at his weakest, he tends to seek strength from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me everything will end some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about homework is that they come in trolleyfulls when you are at your busiest, then they disappear when you are bored to tears. and they come in all shapes and sizes, shapes and sizes that aren't well-liked, that are deeply detested and abhorred by one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this case, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't mind exchanging every single humanities and lang assignments i have right now for a stack of math worksheets on factorisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying in school for more than half the day really drives you into a corner and kills you. especially when you return home with a damn pile of work in your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes life, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8722666678532528639?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8722666678532528639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1790775692522041425</id><published>2009-01-15T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:48:31.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the many many times</title><content type='html'>1:49 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am telling you, if life goes on this way, someday i will die. no wait not someday, many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because i daydream too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DON'T FORGET THE LAST EPISODE OF THE 11PM SHOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD LAH NO MORE SLEEP LIAO, DAMN YESTERDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1790775692522041425?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1790775692522041425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1790775692522041425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1790775692522041425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1790775692522041425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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know who's following my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6209715442904501403?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6209715442904501403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6209715442904501403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6209715442904501403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6209715442904501403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-me-cow.html' title='me, me the cow'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-4664258369582615853</id><published>2009-01-11T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:57:36.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so come on, haunt me</title><content type='html'>LITROCKEDONCEBUTNOTANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSEITGOTAFREAKINGSPIDERTOCASTAFREAKINGWEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONOWITDOESN'TROCKTHEWEBISSTICKYITSTICKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-4664258369582615853?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1376542665671979297</id><published>2009-01-11T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:59:53.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in days, in weeks, in months,</title><content type='html'>i really shouldn't be posting now - my to-do list is still kindda filled - but anyway, i don't think i can make much progress at this time of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a perfectionist, and really a perfectionist i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just talked to me about commiting myself into SLC. yeah, i know i am a tv addict, and i love procrastinating. yet what she is most worried about is that i will spend too much time on projects and work. being the perfectionist that i am, i tend to spend a hell of a time on certain minor things, just to make them perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its true, i am overdoing it. she reminded me of how i could spend an hour just formatting a certain picture, and i was pretty shocked myself. somehow when i decide to "perfectionalise" something, i have no sense of time nor place, and i do my thing - which is somehow bringing me great harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really need to cool down, lower my expectations for many many things, and just try to accept the work my friends do, instead of editing it so that it fits "the perfect style", or just solo-ing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i got to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i wonder how nice it is to have someone who talks to you about your commitments and keeps warning you not to over-commit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am not having a nice experience here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i probably should appreciate my parents for their concern, but somehow when i listen to them, what they say really makes sense, and this makes me lose the confidence in me, that i would be able to handle a certain commitment without affecting the rest. it is kindda demoralising, and you lose the drive you originally had. say i am not determined enough, say people can easily influence and sway me, but that is just me, and i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another case of wanting it, yet not wanting too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about striking a balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1376542665671979297?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1376542665671979297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2079122979755813492</id><published>2009-01-10T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:08:56.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the aperture..</title><content type='html'>when i first volunteered to help out at mediatech orientation, i wasn't expecting to solo the whole procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither was i expecting a crowd of excos and volunteers to show up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, an exhausted and famished soul dealing with batches of rowdy and immature brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the worst was over very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am starting to feel the pressure on me. with the successful appeal to the photography specialisation and the class shots for the yearbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to take brilliant photos though, and that is what keeps me going. will put in effort to learn well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to get an exco position this year. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its best not to bother about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HOMEWORK'S GONNA DIE DIE DIE I BETTER START SOON OMG A MESSY TABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2079122979755813492?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2079122979755813492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2079122979755813492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1540479780089807075?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1540479780089807075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1540479780089807075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1540479780089807075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1540479780089807075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-wish-i-would-bother-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1507385070181183044</id><published>2009-01-03T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:11:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>i know ppl are getting bored of that stupid first song which plays automatically, so i am changing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting a school year with a visit to a wake, a position in slc ot'09 (YES!), and a smfp project (dang.. ok not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww and i am supposed to fill in this sort of thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My favourite family member is ... because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My favourite classmate is... because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope ms grace chua isn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1507385070181183044?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1507385070181183044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1507385070181183044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1507385070181183044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1507385070181183044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7984362256278181365</id><published>2009-01-02T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:05:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"so how was your first day of school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my council chairman dragged me into attending a funeral"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyur sec 1 assembly script  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I AM OUT OF CMC YAYEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7984362256278181365?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7984362256278181365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7984362256278181365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7984362256278181365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7984362256278181365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-was-your-first-day-of-school-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-3036550756073151295</id><published>2009-01-01T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:12:17.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*attempt to not sleep in class*  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word "attempt" gives me an escape route if i am ever unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i always forget my new year resolutions the following day, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to mediacorp before their shows start to lack appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-3036550756073151295?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1560804589489184989</id><published>2008-12-31T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:19:26.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do i have to be the responsible grown up who worries? Why can't i be the cute, carefree irish guy who sings all the times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't sing without making dogs bark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. The last time a guy said that, he followed it up with "But i don't date 13 years old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lucky for you, neither do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did your husband die of?&lt;br /&gt;Brain tumor.&lt;br /&gt;Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1560804589489184989?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1560804589489184989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1560804589489184989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1560804589489184989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1560804589489184989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-do-i-have-to-be-responsible-grown.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6494427348257425129</id><published>2008-12-30T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:48:30.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love you</title><content type='html'>Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you working?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how simple it is to find a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why you're not married. Women act like men. Then they complain men don't want them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, is that why? 'Cause I thought it was something different. I thought that it was 'cause I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where've you been?"&lt;br /&gt;"With all the wrong women."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6494427348257425129?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6494427348257425129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6494427348257425129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6494427348257425129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6494427348257425129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/ps.html' title='P.S. I love you'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8660014545372168318</id><published>2008-12-23T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:32:39.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sickening day shzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoo, fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runs + painful sneezes + bloody pimples + idiotic weather aren't helping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, let's hope reading helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more blood on my books*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8660014545372168318?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8660014545372168318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8660014545372168318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8660014545372168318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8660014545372168318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/sickening-day-shzzz-shoo-fly-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-714827893804151125</id><published>2008-12-19T13:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:07:13.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best of both worlds</title><content type='html'>last night was plain lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally fixed my laptop's sound system, and now its back to movies + music videos + a little more animes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally figured out a way to get out of bed myself, and i am plain proud of myself (YEAH I DUNNO WHY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, my lit books are stained with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am rolling on the floor after reading something. omg, its plain funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-714827893804151125?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/714827893804151125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=714827893804151125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/714827893804151125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/714827893804151125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-of-both-worlds.html' title='best of both worlds'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7406975577905914218</id><published>2008-12-18T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:33:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall scream this into your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS ON HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that explains everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runescape hasn't changed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years ago i started playing it and got insanely crazy over it. then it was "train till i xian so i quit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years later, i once again got addicted to this game, thank you very much colin gay, and now it just feels mindless to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am still mindless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7406975577905914218?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7406975577905914218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7406975577905914218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7406975577905914218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7406975577905914218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-shall-scream-this-into-your-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5378468030473910425</id><published>2008-12-02T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:45:39.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the 100th post, yay. though it could have been the 100th post a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week can never be described by mere words. frustration, irritation, discomfort, lack-of-joy, what else would i expect? people around the world are enjoying themselves at such a time, yet i am to suffice with just entertainment@home. how am i to put up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't enough. not after a whole year of nonsensical work and effort. and then you want me to start another year of everything, without the enjoyment that isohopedfor. of course, there's no choice but to bear with it. i just can't stand the fact that i will be continuing with another year of torturous &amp;amp; mindless studying without a proper entertaining rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much sis, for serving me loyally :D despite having exams crashing all around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still unable to sit up by myself, and every now and then i have to trouble my dad to push me up. he says he doesn't mind, but hell is it troublesome for him, having to sleep on the floor beside my bed. it wasn't what i expected to see before i decided to go for this operation, but now it isn't the time to regret. there's still a long way down the road, and giving up now is just the most terrible thing to happen. in fact, i don't even have the choice of giving up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly away, shzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-5378468030473910425?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5378468030473910425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=5378468030473910425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5378468030473910425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/5378468030473910425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-100th-post-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8358326113691780482</id><published>2008-11-23T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:22:04.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 months of pain, discomfort, and a hell load of inconvinience.&lt;br /&gt;nights of sleeping straight, no rolling over, no turning.&lt;br /&gt;heavy dosage of useless painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;then sacrifices. lots and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall last through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;returning tomorrow for a check-up, wondering how the doc will respond to the ton of questions i have for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these days, it has been sofa + tv/gameboy + sleeping. and lots of pain from everywhere, not that i cannot bear with it. and the doc keeps mentioning about 3 months no this, 3 months no that, so i reckon its 3 months no comfort too, and 3 months of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have been recalling the days i spent in the hospital. to josh and darren, thanks a bunch for visiting me, and also to aunt name-i-don't-know-how-to-spell, and my sis and her bf  :)  and thanks a lot for all the smses and calls; they do mean something to me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the days i spent there, the cold i experienced, the sudden seizures which made my family so fricking worried, the jabs i faced, and everything in everything. somehow its hard to imagine that 19 november is finally over, and i always thought that it would be the end, only to realise that the op was just the beginning, and the end isn't anywhere near me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will try to last it out, hopefully get used to all the changes around me. at first when everything came crashing down on me, the fact that i needed an op to turn normal, i was terrified, lost. but now, it seems much clearer, and i know where i am heading towards. let's just hope everything ends peacefully, nothing else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pokemon is awfully addictive at such a time. anyone out there has a cable so that we can trade stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8358326113691780482?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8358326113691780482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8358326113691780482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8358326113691780482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8358326113691780482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-months-of-pain-discomfort-and-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8762741522655569362</id><published>2008-11-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:26:38.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home sweet home  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how bright the sun shines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8762741522655569362?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8762741522655569362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8762741522655569362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8762741522655569362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8762741522655569362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-home-3-oh-how-bright-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-765200696276151052</id><published>2008-11-17T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:52:46.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plainless</title><content type='html'>i once saw a quiz-like thing, whereby you are too list out ten people, and say the stuff that you were never able to say to them, just that you don't reveal who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many many things i want to say, yet i haven't dared to tell them to people. i figured out this is the best time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it, somehow i don't. we were so great in the past, and we had the best times ever. i used to anticipate when i will be able to meet you, see you again, and to think now we have grown so distant. we could have been as close as ever. what happened? what just happened? what have we done to ourselves, to land in such a state? i really hope we could change everything, but it seems all too late. let's hope something changes, cling on to hope. get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say you are as typical as ever, yet i can't say you are one in a million, becos fate decided that i will meet you in that million of people. well, we didn't give up, particularly becos fate is just such a funny thing, that somehow you landed in the school as i am. you are a pal, and out in tons of people, you shine, you sparkle. but somehow there is a barrier between our personalities, though we all know very well: different people have different personalties. let's try not to lose each other in the future, shall we? becos somehow that seems to be pretty inevitable with the different ways we look at things, though i am not asking you to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i say this? sometimes i think you are the bane of my existance, but sometimes you can be such a life-saver. you always seem to treat me differently in every occasion, that i don't know what to expect from you in each. but somehow, i have the feeling that when you are treating me nice, you are doing so subconsciously. you have a pretty distint way of living, the not-so sensible, yet no-so-bad guy, yet i still hope that you will change. for the better, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are really sweet. though we haven't met for a long time, yet everytime we get a chance to communicate, you are still as sweet as ever. yes i can still remember the "olden days", when i can spend loads and loads of time explaining something to you, puke loads and loads of blood, yet you will still be bright enough to get it (thankfully). don't change, please don't, and we will still stay in contact, promise me that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lamest of the sensible people, and the most sensible of the lamest people. you have had many many personalities, acting as many many roles, as someone irritating, as someone funny, as someone irresponsible, as someone sensible, as someone rude, as someone carefree, as someone crappy, but its becos of this rojak that makes you the real you, and i just love it all the better. i have treated you very differently in every occasion, and i very very sorry for what i did to you at some point of time. still, you are so innocent. sometimes i wish i were you (SERIOUSLY). you can be plain lovely, you can be plain mean, you can be plain horrible, you can be plain cute, but most of all, you are the one irreplaceable guy. you can disappoint, yet you can dazzle too, and the mixture of these two, is just plain you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are one strange person, i admit. sometimes you just don't make any sense, but its becos of all this nonsence that makes me love the unique you. somehow you haven't had a good grasp of the world, which could be dangerous for you, but you are relatively safe for now. sometimes i hope i can protect you and teach you, but at times, i find myself inevitably joining you and just making the most out of it. the late nights, the late chats, everything seems so surreal now, yet you are one good source of comfort, and you have been totally amazing this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you realistic guy, your actions make you seem so... realistic. you crap around, you create strange rumours of people like me, you entertain people with your realistic way of living, and you are just the *perfect* guy. sometimes i hate you for the way you treat others, especially when they do not know what you have up your sleeves, but i know. still, that is relatively minor, and i guess i shall accept you for the way you are. in fact, sometimes i know what you are thinking about, but i just happily let you do whatever you want on me. oh and you had better change your habit of hitting people. i can still stand it, but maybe not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what has happened to you, and why you treat me so horribly, why you like to piss people off. but i think, since i can't change it, i will just ignore you. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are one guy who gives me a strange source of comfort. i have never ever seen you before, and i don't remember how we knew each other. you seem to be very popular among the people i know, yet when i started knowing you, you seem so lonely, someone who wishes for more true friends. i guess i will try to be a good one. haha, the many convos we had with each other, and the many things we say, including the erotic stuff o.O ok i am sorryyyyyy :P hang on tight, its your last paper, after that you can feel free to do whatever you want, like give me all your money, then plunge to your death :P anyway it seems to be a very strange case, fancy being so close to someone i have never meet before. i am still trying to think of a reason why i am able to trust you, but i guess its sixth sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been teaching me the dangers of chatting online with someone you don't know. yet for you it seems so, unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to regret not maintaining contact with you. you were one great person, and the way treated me was so, so priceless. i know you have lots of communication problems, and being staggered between the both you has been really tough, really. how i wish i had visited you when i could, or at least called you. and after you heard of my buisness, you were so lovely and you were one great source of comfort, someone who could give me strength. our win in suntec city, i don't think i can ever forget that, and for all your ranting and raving in class, and for all the love and care you showered upon us, you are one of a kind. an impactful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something must have happened. somehow. its strange why i decided to join you, and its strange why i decided to stick with you for all the years. i guess i made a terrible mistake then. now people are asking "do you still draw like you did?" and then the terrible tinge of guilt just arises. i don't know what i am to do now. it was all a terrible mistake, and i hate myself for it. at first i thought it was becos of your fault, for the way you treat me, and making me don't want to leave, but now i realise its all my own fault, why i didn't have the courage to decide for myself. and now, all i can remember is how i had wasted my time on something i didn't like. everyone is pressing me, pushing me, especially you. i thought i had escaped from it since this year, but the pressure everyone puts on me seems to be too much, so much that i can't take it, that i hate myself for it, that makes me cry in the lonely nights, hitting myself, banging myself onto anything around me, and just staring into space, wishing that nothing of this had ever happened. oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to guess if you are inside :) though some are very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good time at amc 8, i will be supporting you from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is visiting me at mount alvernia hospital? sms me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-765200696276151052?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/765200696276151052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=765200696276151052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/765200696276151052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/765200696276151052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-once-saw-quiz-like-thing-whereby-you.html' title='plainless'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1724140117642037163</id><published>2008-11-17T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:34:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a life not to be forgotton</title><content type='html'>19th november, a date never to be forgotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its all set, the 6 days in Mount Alvernia Hospital (YES I TYPED THE WRONG HOSPITAL IN MY PREVIOUS POSTS :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another consultation with the doc today. for the past few days, it has all seemed pretty surreal, but today, in the clinic, reality suddenly smacked itself on my face. did measurements for my chest, followed by a wierd yet fun CT scan of my chest. the nurse said that there would be an injection, but it turns out that i was spared from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know there will still be pain. during the blood test, and the anaesthesia shot for the op, at least these two that i know of. and then fear just starts to grip you. and that's not all; those shots aren't even the main thing, its the part where you give the doctor the decision of saving you, or killing you that is well, something that i wouldn't think of in a million years if i didn't need to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bills side, the thing itself seems to be "around 20k", as quoted by the doc. plus the stay in the hospital, the scans (x-ray, CT), the consultations with the private doc, the umbrella we got today becos of the sickenking rain, and the many-other-stuff, well i don't dare to think what they all amount to. to tell the truth, it is the financial part that i am more worried about. its a huge bite of my parents earnings and savings, and if medisave and insurance can't save us, i will really start to hate myself. they didn't have to go through all these if i weren't born, if i didn't exist. they would have saved up on the expenses of another child, and live happily ever after with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the fact that my mum is taking a few days leave from work just for me, its where the guilt comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will i make up to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacrifices, oh sacrifices, how many have we all made to make this wednesday come true. the many things that i have given up on, and the many things that i shall have to give up too, not only in the distant future, but perhaps even forever. everything is the price of a well-developed chest, and reinstated self-confidence in myself. i know that a few years down the road, when i look back on this incident, it might just be a little setback to me, but for now this "little setback" seems all too much, and i am still trying my best to swallow it down, to accept what other normal 13-year-olds don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that life seems unfair to me is inevitable, and somehow i just.. just can't accept it. not yet, perhaps, though i will try to. Let's hope my emotions don't burst out and get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 november, when everything ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, this is just the beginning. the metal bar is going to stay in my chest for 3+ years, then it is to be removed. it may not even end yet, 3 years after. the scars of "my condition", otherwise known as "that thing" by my dear classmates, and as "pectus" (google it if you want to) by the professionals, might live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, well this seems cliche, but hold on, stay strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1724140117642037163?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1724140117642037163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1724140117642037163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1724140117642037163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1724140117642037163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/19th-november-date-never-to-be.html' title='a life not to be forgotton'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-7534950938213014456</id><published>2008-11-15T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:08:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our time aren't short</title><content type='html'>i should start posting for the week, before i... go away in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with &lt;em&gt;big bad sister&lt;/em&gt; to plaza sing to catch quantum of solace, or what we call, the james bond movie. it wasn't as good as we people expected, but it wasn't that bad either. somehow it feels so "wierd" that it is always james-bond-kills-someone, and not someone-kills-james-bond. but nevertheless, and all the trouble eating nachos with extra cheese! (i kept dripping the cheese for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw so many faces! haha let me go to pokemon style, the way professor oak says stuff on the goldenrod city radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"darren, was found in Toa Payoh, where my dad dropped us off."&lt;br /&gt;"caifan, was found at the elavator that leads down to the train platform."&lt;br /&gt;"jia wen, was found at plaza sing cinema, and watching that same show as us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how fun it is, pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my evil sister keeps calling me a hippy hippo. somehow i was born to be bullied by her, and to ooze her money away ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted a set of uniform when i went to school, and realise that everyone else was clad in casual clothes :( went on with dad to his friend's house, which was on sale. haha and omg, the house design was so greatly-great, it was even featured in the magazines! started playing songs out loud through my mp3, then proceeded to switch on all the lights in the house when SPC came, while my dad helped to water the plants :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i want to live in a condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad was kind enough to bring me out for a buffet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to some four-star hotel, just to realise that the restaurant there was full-house D: proceeded to some-other-hotel-whose-name-i-have-long-forgotton, and had a great lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg now i really really love durain cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old and familiar bishan junction 8, and its GV cinema. went there with ming kit, wei liang, darryl, darren, oxy and colin (who was terribly late) to catch madagascar 2 :D as well as stupid yi ming, who said he could not turn up but ended up meeting us there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raided yoshinoya, becos SOME PERSON/PEOPLE refused thai express/cafe cartel/swensens/macs/kfc/ the-list-goes-on... wei liang was lost, and we, being terrible kids, just let him be and went on with lunch ;) went on and on through the ever-so-familiar shops, meeting jian lin and madagascar 2 was just so nonsensically great :D i want to be a new-yorker :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to gatecrash on darryl, so i followed him all the way, JUST TO REALISE THAT HE WAS GOING TO WALK ALL THE WAY HOME *bashes him* and halfway through he took the feeder service and left me fending for myself at some street-whose-name-i-didn't-bother-to-remember D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then watching animes on the tv, then blasting music into my ears through the night (my mp3 battery is somewhat dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then remembering. and trying to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-7534950938213014456?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7534950938213014456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=7534950938213014456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7534950938213014456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/7534950938213014456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-time-arent-short.html' title='our time aren&apos;t short'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-4627884481955388548</id><published>2008-11-13T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:04:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of control</title><content type='html'>they say i will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;but who can give me a sealed promise?&lt;br /&gt;that i will walk out of mt alexander hospital alive and kicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week,&lt;br /&gt;hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let it spiral down to nothingless,&lt;br /&gt;or at least not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chest aches again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-4627884481955388548?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4627884481955388548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=4627884481955388548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/4627884481955388548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/4627884481955388548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-control.html' title='out of control'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2582804639695490757</id><published>2008-11-11T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:15:55.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the game of hearts</title><content type='html'>i have had a 180 degrees change since the start of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, it &lt;strong&gt;used to be&lt;/strong&gt; "oh its 4 am. still early, play another game of hearts before i sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; its "OMFG ITS 10 PM, HOW CAN I NOT BE ASLEEP???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how paranoid i have became  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the start of your heaven is the start of my hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i just keep reminding myself of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2582804639695490757?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2582804639695490757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2582804639695490757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2582804639695490757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2582804639695490757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-of-hearts.html' title='the game of hearts'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-5029341486408855238</id><published>2008-11-09T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:07:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aloha hours</title><content type='html'>i know i suck for abandoning my laptop becos of my addiction to pokemon, but i just can't help it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO DID I JUST SAVE MY GAME????&lt;br /&gt;FREAK YOU BLOGGING, YOU MADE ME SAVE MY GAME OUT OF INSTINCT.&lt;br /&gt;IF I DON'T GET THE POKEMON I WANT WHEN THE EGG HATCHES, YOU DIE D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was to the blog. now, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well i am finally not dying (aka sleeping) after the *sleepless* chalet any longer, and my mtech duties are gone for the weekend, so here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i won't say that it was a success, but i do feel that it was enjoyable, and i believe the rest will attest to that. crazy things like spamming loads of bread for breakfast, then heading down to macs at 4 in the morning instead is sorta like insanity (of course wasting away the bread), but what matters is that we liked it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so now i shall attempt to, in my mind, re-enact everything that happened in that not-so-fateful &lt;u&gt;two-days-one-night&lt;/u&gt; chalet which, as a matter of fact, &lt;u&gt;lasted less than 24 hours&lt;/u&gt;, and describe it with my limited vocab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but since i want to get on with pokemon fast, i shall just quote SOME parts from ming kit :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so the last minute things started when keefe called me to get some items from home, then edmund, colin and i headed on to white sands to grab more items like bread and the ever-so-lovely hershey bars, while the others started arriving. keefe started criticising dian yi's dressing (a "robin" shirt and some old-fashioned long pants HAHAHAHA) and some random ang-moh came came over to us and said something like "excuse me, girls" and instinctively, WE JUST GAVE WAY :P (OMG-ED, GRAHHHH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we started camping at the mrt station while awaiting for our VIP mr rong, which is where more things happened but i am too lazy to list out. xin de then called and told us that he would like to GIVE THE ELEVEN OF US A LIFT IN A SEVEN-SEATER... well i vaguely remember myself taking the shuttle bus with some other ppl though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so prim-and-proper-ly, we arrived in aloha loyang, just to realise that the new-and-improved vending machines couldn't be scammed any longer. aww what a waste, don't you think you so, icouncil? *AHEM* (well yeah we scammed drinks during our council camp) *AHEM* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so after we checked in, we sort of broke into three groups, one to head back to grab more items for the chalet, one playing "asshole big-two" (YES IT IS YET ANOTHER EVOLUTION OF OUR BIG-TWO SERIES) while one went on to play Citadels, some card and strategy game introduced by mr rong, WITH THE STUPID THEIF AND STUFF HEH HEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(from ming kit) &lt;u&gt;"Then started the game of asshole-taitee, where the best player (the king) gets to trade cards with the worst player (the asshole) and the second best (the queen) with the second-last (toilet-bowl). Sort of decided that toilet-bowl was quite inhuman and thus Xin De very helpfully renamed it to slut."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by me) OH SO THAT WAS WHERE THE "SLUT" CAME FROM. but yeah, anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(from ming kit) &lt;u&gt;"After that the food arrived, and then the barbeque officially started. Then some people had a whale of a time throwing charcoal on the floor (and on each other) on the pretext of "breaking the charcoal into smaller pieces"), smearing their hands black with the charcoal, and use charcoal to scratch "1M was here" on the walls. How helpful."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by me) pretty helpful, i will say. because i was "breaking the charcoal" too :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(from ming kit) &lt;u&gt;"In the end I took very little food, which was just as well, cos the bbq sucked. More than 70 % of the food was 半生不熟 and then still some people dared to eat it."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by me) OH SO THAT WAS WHERE MY STOMACHACHES CAME FROM!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(from ming kit) &lt;u&gt;"So Edmund and I did something cunning. When everybody was so concerned over grabbing food and such, we hid the marshmallows in the rice cooker so that we had something to eat after the BBQ. That immediately sparked off a mini-treasure hunt over finding the marshmallows."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by me) FREAK YOU, I DIDN'T GET ANY MARSHMALLOWS. BY THE TIME MY SISTER'S CALL ENDED, THE OTHER PACKET OF MARSHMALLOWS WAS LONG GONE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well so we continued on with the night time activities (Citadels + treasure hunting + lots of cards) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(from ming kit) &lt;u&gt;"Nobody seemed particularly interested over anything, so Keefe, Bo Geng and I took the initiative to start the Night Hunt. We hid some teaspoons, ping pong balls, and random stuff. Then we asked the rest to find them while I gave profound clues in Chinese. In the end, the group which was quite proficient in Chinese (gary &amp;amp; edmund) won."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by me) proudly presenting, EDMUND AND GARY THE WINNERS :D actually i was the one who worked out the final clue and found the prime item (tries to snatch away the spotlight from edmund). and we weren't just QUITE PROFICENT, we are VERY PROFICENT, or at least more than you :P (thank you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and so it was four straight hours of asshole big-two and citadels before i finally bathed at 3+. after that, ming kit suggested heading to macs for breakfast, sadly abandoning the bread that we bought earlier on. we pushed the trolley along to downtown east too, and it made lots of noise, so much that WE EVEN TRIED TO CARRY IT, until we got criticised for our stupidity :P and keefe/ming kit was mentioning something about the curfew which states that people below 16 should not be walking on the streets before 5am, especially when we were quite a large group and looked something like a gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yes, and did i mention that rong had left much earlier at 8pm, leaving us to fend for ourselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well yeah we were sorta like the shopping-cart gang, with the trolley as our mascot. cool idea, maybe we could go around fighting with trolleys. a new age to gang fights. anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after we returned, we miserably failed to rent bicycles/mahjong set, so we headed back to play with mahjong cards, followed by sleep, followed by more big-two, and before we realise, it was time to check out :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well there were pretty priceless moments throughout, such as people shouting YES I AM A SLUT when they finally upgraded from asshole to slut, but too bad no one bothered to record it with their handphones  :D though i died pretty badly when i reached home, still it was worth it and well yes, thank you, dear class 1M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the weekend was pretty much pokemon + mtech duties. heading back to school and seeing mr tan again, listening to him grumbling about everything in everything, and having pretty nice buffets and stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha yes and congrats josh, just pwn all the way through volleyball haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6446673937138203101</id><published>2008-11-06T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:15:38.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east lightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;off to a hopeful chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww to bad there isn't connection in aloha loyang, which means no msn/blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hp will be on 24 hours though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mtech enjoy your maintenance, though i still wonder what the heck it is for, and why it is called that way. don't feel too miserable  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for pcps P5'08 batch, you are lucky to go to some island for the camp. too bad i missed it  :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TIME FOR THE CLASS 1M UNO SERIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6446673937138203101?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6446673937138203101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6446673937138203101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6446673937138203101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6446673937138203101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and halfway through my dad smsed me saying that obama won. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those evil ppl didn't want me to camp at starbucks, so we ended up in macs. started giving each other $2 for napkins and paper, and the president's face on the notes ;D wanted to gatecrash on josh's grandma's house, but didn't dare to do so :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST SAW MS CHOH ON CHANNEL 8 NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE IS SPEAKING CHINESE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-15873268176785786?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/15873268176785786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1377850983354543808</id><published>2008-11-03T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:13:10.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poor gary is thinking of all sorts of stuff at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fearing as each second ticks away, and &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;looms ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he needs to go out to breathe in some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he suddenly started to love reading,&lt;br /&gt;because he can find comfort in words.&lt;br /&gt;they aren't human hearts.&lt;br /&gt;they don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;he can believe what he reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh, but hold your breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a girl like you's impossible to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re impossible to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1377850983354543808?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1377850983354543808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1377850983354543808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;城墙上我在等魔坠&lt;br /&gt;火焰吞噬无名碑&lt;br /&gt;摧毁却无法击溃&lt;br /&gt;我要爱上谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak this laptop, what happened to the sound system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily there's still the mp3  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6373527900946264244?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6373527900946264244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6373527900946264244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6373527900946264244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6373527900946264244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/capricorn.html' title='Capricorn'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6978148941284311104</id><published>2008-11-02T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:04:49.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell yayee, the laptop's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no-life-ing has been fun. now its nolifeingwiththelaptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, but out of tears of boredom, gary tan guan you has started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beneath the skin was nice, if you have read it before  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spamming music is just as fun, and god i am still addicted to how six songs collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and godly armageddon last night. though it was super fictional, it was still entertaining, and kept me awake till 1am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't lie and say your over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't mean nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always getting over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was lost and alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally find you and I collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8188153939062974562</id><published>2008-11-01T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:52:48.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no-life-ing suddenly became so fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have given up on GTA. its bringing me tremendous headaches, and i really hate panadols for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i can't believe i am getting addicted to pokemon (OMGOSSHHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently building up a team of ground-type pokemon in sapphire version, but somehow i have taken a liking for beldum, because its just so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SQv3R-iMDqI/AAAAAAAAABI/OFd42ITOJwo/s1600-h/beldum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263572477728788130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SQv3R-iMDqI/AAAAAAAAABI/OFd42ITOJwo/s320/beldum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe it isn't that cute. i mean, what's so great about pure metal with a cyborg-eye. and it doesn't look good in the pokemon show, which is one of the *cough cough* best *cough cough* animes in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of animes, i am getting bored of them. i don't see any goodness in 2D girls, and i am looking out for godly plotlines, but well, *failed*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should start hanging out at places, before i turn mouldy and no one wants me.&lt;br /&gt;FREAK ALL THE PIMPLES ON MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fateful month, with 19 days to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS COM BETTER STOP CRASHING  D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8188153939062974562?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8188153939062974562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8188153939062974562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8188153939062974562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8188153939062974562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-life-ing-suddenly-became-so-fun-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy-SrFFLAnM/SQv3R-iMDqI/AAAAAAAAABI/OFd42ITOJwo/s72-c/beldum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6424499747908326697</id><published>2008-10-30T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:29:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love</title><content type='html'>i love my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i hate myself for my actions, or to say my inaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lone figure in a 2-room HDB flat. seeking company, yet never requesting for it. that's my lovely grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have all the time in the world. so why am i here now and not there, especially when we are just one road apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really love to see her again, after 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, there is my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;who really should disappear from this world, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse you.&lt;br /&gt;wish you will die earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i am ruthless and unforgiving, but you won't understand the hell that my parents experience, all because of that in-human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see my parents unhappy makes me unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6424499747908326697?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6424499747908326697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6424499747908326697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6424499747908326697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6424499747908326697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-my-grandma.html' title='love love'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-699017424530864662</id><published>2008-10-28T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:47:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past tense addictions</title><content type='html'>i miss the uno pros and uno premiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise that i will try to make it to the class chalet&lt;br /&gt;you guys promise not to sleep and play all night k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an inside thing, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-699017424530864662?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-496593026935925927</id><published>2008-10-26T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:48:17.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunlit moon</title><content type='html'>Dearest GTA pc games,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for absorbing me and wasting exactly 6 days of my time for the past week, and forcing me to neglect my blog and my dramas and my animes and my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love,&lt;br /&gt;Gary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after trying to complete El Burro's "Big-'n'-Veiny" mission for the 5897455th time and always missing out the last few packages becos of the god-forsaken slow Rumpo, yet refusing to start on Salvatore's "Last Requests" missions becos the stupid Mafias will start attacking me in all directions after that, i painfully decided to pluck myself out of this godly game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how i regret using cheats to turn the pedestrians crazy, and now they are hijacking my vehicle at every opportunity wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok um if you are totally confused/lost about what i have said till this point of time, just skip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its been excursions + movie screenings for the past week, with the museums and the discovery center and then the library and finally the freaking SAND-CASTLE BUILDING AT ECP. and now its all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am torn between concluding whether these activities are major successes or utter failures. saying that they are successes would be betraying my own conscience and forcing me to lose my innocence by lying (I STILL HAVE INNOCENCE WITHIN ME OK), but failures would just mean that the council is just so screwed at organising activites, and perhaps it should be allowed to crumble and get scraped in time to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but kindda good way to end the year. end the fight between assignments and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and after sand-castle building has totally sapped of the last of my energy, i decided to go into switch-off mode, which is why i have inevitably abandoned this blog of mine and indulge in GTA instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahhh, no more gta please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heh TV programmes has been taking up my time too, with the new okto channel, which is just the boring old kids central "repainted". plus the movies aren't that bad too, though the halloween movie last night didn't make any sense, and i was already half-asleep at midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and we shopped for an oven last night becos of the persitant cries from my sister who wants to bake stuff for *ahem*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;laptop o laptop, when are you coming back? i want to hide in my room and start watching animes again, instead of FACING THIS COMPUTER WHICH HAS CRASHED 58945755 TIMES FOR THE PAST WEEK. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the worst thing is that it will continue to crash for the hols D: aww i want a new com. if not i will continue to suffer in agony and misery and fear for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;or at least for the next 24 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-496593026935925927?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/496593026935925927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=496593026935925927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/496593026935925927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/496593026935925927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunlit-moon.html' title='sunlit moon'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8126428202238829162</id><published>2008-10-21T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:40:26.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balloons down the road</title><content type='html'>life's been great, yeah  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the outings and games and jokes and cards (in school!!!) and hide-and-seeks and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia you got your ice cream, so lets just pray that you didn't consumpt melamine or sth, or let's just hope that YOU DID :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw KFC's shroom burger meal + cheese fries has increased by 30 cents. THANKS SO MUCH DARRYL FOR MAKING ME WALK ALL THE WAY TO KFC JUST TO SAVE 10 CENTS FROM MACS, ONLY TO REALISE THAT WE PAID 20 CENTS MORE AND WE HAD TO WAIT FOR SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and fancy meeting mr lim (pcps) on the bus, talking about cultural exchanges and HOW WE SCREWED UP OUR RACIAL HARMONY DAY PERFORMANCE HAHAHAHA. AND ALSO HOW WE SCREWED UP THE KUEH-MAKING. haha luckily there isn't home econs in hwa chong or else um... i don't dare to think  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone games is still teh win  :)  worms is awfully addictive, and i just received a bunch of new games. haha and the gundam game on joshua's psp is so freaking fun. esp when you get to win every round, cos you get to put three gundams on your team, against one gundam on the opponent's team. haha and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey i want 3 players against 1 player.&lt;br /&gt;josh: ok no problem (helps me to set the game)&lt;br /&gt;me: haha if i don't win this, i am so not gary tan guan you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh: ok done!&lt;br /&gt;me: (happily plays)&lt;br /&gt;me: wait... WHY IS IT THAT THE OPPONENTS GETS 3 GUNDAMS WHILE I GET 1 ONLY?&lt;br /&gt;josh: you wanted 3-1 what. (laughs with sonia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gets pwned miserably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia and josh: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leslie i want my gold class tickets for golden village cinemas! :D  haha josh recorded you saying that you wanted to give tickets (but not to who :P ), so if you do not comply, something terrible will happen to your friend of singa award... (cough, cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING AT 10PM EVERY NIGHT HAHA  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8126428202238829162?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8126428202238829162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8126428202238829162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8126428202238829162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8126428202238829162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/balloons-down-road.html' title='balloons down the road'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-809858528722440799</id><published>2008-10-21T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:59:31.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now guide me a path</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But what do you say to taking chances?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or hand to hold, or hell to pay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t know much about your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don’t know much about your world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-809858528722440799?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/809858528722440799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=809858528722440799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/809858528722440799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/809858528722440799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-guide-me-path.html' title='now guide me a path'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2682632152365446052</id><published>2008-10-19T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:45:06.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jie: HAHAHA you silly boy thats not bubblegum!!! its a sweet la. i fake u de. zhiqiang bought it for me wahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg how six songs collide is freaking nice. its a wonder how Norwegian Recycling actually combined these melodies so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;Howie Day - Collide&lt;br /&gt;Five For Fighting - Superman&lt;br /&gt;Angela Ammons - Always Getting Over You&lt;br /&gt;Boyzone - All That I Need&lt;br /&gt;3 Doors Down - Here Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frick its good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2682632152365446052?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2682632152365446052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2682632152365446052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2682632152365446052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2682632152365446052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-my-sisters-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-104602274349379859</id><published>2008-10-18T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:35:18.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's collide</title><content type='html'>becos of mediatech ppl and all the others :)&lt;br /&gt;freak lah i ate 10 mentos all in a day&lt;br /&gt;AND I FREAKING SWALLOWED BUBBLE GUM *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:10am:&lt;br /&gt;wakes up&lt;br /&gt;faint memories of ispark nite upon looking at my light stick ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50:&lt;br /&gt;arrives in school to get complaints on ispark nite (typical ming kit D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20:&lt;br /&gt;skips flag raising to open audi with ru shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00:&lt;br /&gt;happily slacks in audi with joel and irwin and ru shan&lt;br /&gt;playing worms and sending songs (OMG HOW SIX SONGS COLLIDE IS FREAKING GOOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30:&lt;br /&gt;saikang for book fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:50:&lt;br /&gt;arrives in RC, starts chatting and googling names ;)&lt;br /&gt;eats lots of mentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10:&lt;br /&gt;follows rui hao to the vid editing room to digitalise yong xiang's video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15:&lt;br /&gt;happily plucks in video cam to the com, asks mdm ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:16:&lt;br /&gt;FREAK LAH WRONG VID CAMERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:35:&lt;br /&gt;gets rui hao to start another blog :D&lt;br /&gt;he happily starts spamming jap words D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm:&lt;br /&gt;arrives in kkh to see joel controlling the systems in the &lt;u&gt;dark&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:01:&lt;br /&gt;SEE. THIS IS THE LIGHT SWITCH. YOU PRESS THE SWITCH TO GET LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;sends more songs with joel, irwin and rui hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15:&lt;br /&gt;proceeds to RC with rui hao.&lt;br /&gt;STARTS CHATTING IMAGINATIVE STUFF (omg don't don't don't say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30:&lt;br /&gt;continues to digitalise video while koping yong xiang's lunch&lt;br /&gt;happily reading blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00:&lt;br /&gt;Sze Chuen: "Mr Tan wants you to open the auditorium now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30:&lt;br /&gt;book fair organisers wants this and that in the audi and poor mr tan got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan (to me only): "I really want to say *...* to them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00:&lt;br /&gt;listens as the professor drones in the book fair with keifer and jopescu&lt;br /&gt;jopescu and keifer take wierd photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30:&lt;br /&gt;OMG I DOZED OFF IN FRONT OF MR TAN&lt;br /&gt;AND I SNORED&lt;br /&gt;AND I DRIPPED SALIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:31:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: "Gary arhh, sleep also can.... (refuses to reveal)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30:&lt;br /&gt;HE FINISHES HIS DRONING :D&lt;br /&gt;starts shifting furniture with keifer and jopescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:35:&lt;br /&gt;mr tan receives some delectable tarts from the organisers&lt;br /&gt;AND GIVES THE TARTS TO US :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:40:&lt;br /&gt;FREAK WE LOST A WIRELESS MIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45:&lt;br /&gt;irwin and wei tao comes to the audi&lt;br /&gt;we making them jealous cos we got tarts and they didn't :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00:&lt;br /&gt;proceeds to the RC to get test results&lt;br /&gt;rui hao + sze chuan + yong xiang + mr tan + irwin + keifer + jopescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15:&lt;br /&gt;proceeds to have MY TENTH MENTOS IN A DAY (sorry for koping from the RC luh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:20:&lt;br /&gt;happily gives irwin a bubble gum while i eat one too&lt;br /&gt;(haha the bubble gums weren't from the RC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:23:&lt;br /&gt;FREAK I SWALLOWED BUBBLE GUM. NOOOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:25:&lt;br /&gt;tries to get sze chuen and rui hao and yong xiang to say "swallowing bubble gum is good for health", but miserably fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30:&lt;br /&gt;life turns bleak at the thought of the bubble gum getting stuck in my intestines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;540:&lt;br /&gt;leaves the RC&lt;br /&gt;while crossing the bridge, got sze chuen to google the effects of swallowing bubble gum with his iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45:&lt;br /&gt;one website says: "bubble gum takes seven years to digest"&lt;br /&gt;sze chuen says: "oh no!"&lt;br /&gt;i say: "Hey I WON'T GET GASTRIC PAINS FOR SEVEN YEARS THEN!"&lt;br /&gt;(think positively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50:&lt;br /&gt;another website says: "bubble gum can be passed out"&lt;br /&gt;i think: "hey that means after i pass out the gum, I WILL CONTINUE TO SUFFER FROM GASTRIC PAINS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:51:&lt;br /&gt;i think again: "WAIT, WHAT AM I THINKING"&lt;br /&gt;i think yet again: "PASSING OUT THE GUM SHOULD BE THE BEST THING EVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30:&lt;br /&gt;parents shocked at the news, have dinner at toa payoh center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that was reaching home, sleeping immediately at 8, then waking up at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;freak one night gone like that D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you mediatech  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-104602274349379859?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/104602274349379859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=104602274349379859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/104602274349379859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/104602274349379859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-collide.html' title='let&apos;s collide'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6192705174193538379</id><published>2008-10-16T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:10:17.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman - its not easy to be me</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming out everything in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its another tomorrow. lets see how i screw up fosh AV tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch i just scalded my finger =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6192705174193538379?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6192705174193538379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6192705174193538379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6192705174193538379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6192705174193538379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/superman-its-not-easy-to-be-me.html' title='superman - its not easy to be me'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6941742499531944428</id><published>2008-10-14T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:31:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thrive. thrive.</title><content type='html'>i don't think i will be free for the next few days, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nanyang's turn to get released from doomsday. haha outing josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animes just rock so much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murderer is super fun too :D haha maybe next time we can try a yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was just spent watching tv. the channel 8 drama plots never seem to bore me, and there was this cool movie on channel 5, so i sacrificed animes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found my thumbdrive finally. lost it at home, and realise i threw it in my mp3 box, along with all the wires. haha and my dear neighbour said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so u lost your thumbdrive. BUT AT THE VERY LEAST ITS STILL AT HOME, AND THAT IS JUST GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time i get started on projects, but the thought of plucking out of all this relaxation and enjoyment is just so sickening. and there will still be five more years to go, so its no escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl at cameron highlands are coming back tomorrow :D haha maybe i will stay in school to 7+, since i am already decorating the drama center till 5+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it shall be ispark nite. what is going to happen to exco'2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though one thing is for sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this looks horribly disjointled and screwed, but it comes out from random thoughts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY STOP SPAMMING ME LAH SHAWN AND SONIA. YOU GUYS SCREWED UP MY WORDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-6941742499531944428?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6941742499531944428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=6941742499531944428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6941742499531944428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/6941742499531944428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/thrive-thrive.html' title='thrive. thrive.'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1639145036340701669</id><published>2008-10-12T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:47:29.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying out loud</title><content type='html'>i can't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;i want what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i am losing everything, piece by piece as it unfolds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1639145036340701669?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8181232731785657985</id><published>2008-10-12T13:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:12:15.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fullstop.</title><content type='html'>becos some people say i am slacking away, and i have finally managed to pluck myself out of handphone games (worms :D) and animes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled to school at 7+, just to be greeted by a gang of people playing handphone and psp games. haha so i joined in, though the games in my handphone suck. colin sent me city tycoon and worms 2007 :D well i was a total noob at city tycoon. on the other hand, worms rocked so much that i got addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science was an A1, though it was quite a surprise. and i found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my answer: Oil is better because it is cheaper than coal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr tan's remarks: wow...since when??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, scraped it. ended up being released two hours early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to poolside with han yi for iExco candidates meeting, then glendon came, and the rest of the councillors came and left. got entertained by a particular ortus councillor, giving us wacky ideas and initiatives for next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an early night, cos i had a terrible headache from playing worms for 3 straight hours (colin its all your fault that i didn't get to watch animes that night!) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it was the gang of people playing psp and handphones and whatnots. amazingly topped IH, and slacked through maths and chinese and poolside :D colin sent me more games like tom and jerry :D ispark nite ot meeting was cancelled, so headed to the JC side, which was busy preparing open house, to meet up with the gang of 1Ms WHO JUST GOT READY TO LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darryl had to fix his passport, so ended up going home and having mechassault mania :D decided that a neat table looks so much better, so i did a whole year's worth of filing after that (haha yes i usually don't file). wasn't used to the neatness though, so i crammed it with my laptop and mp3 and handphone and all the stupid books. got spammed to do exco work at night, so i only managed to watch (pathetically) 1 episode of code geass. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anime morning, followed by school, which was pretty screwed. at first both lit and malay paper checking were at 10am, but since both education consultants were in a good mood and wanted to accommodate each other, both conveniently changed their timings to 12, which HELPED SO SO MUCH LIKE REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to talk about lit (refer to my previous post). malay was kindda like a breeze heh, though ms tan seemed to be speaking some alien language :D by the time everything ended, it was 2pm and i was famished. pulled ming kit and wei liang to poolside with me, and started having fries and guilty talking (what a philosopher ming kit is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, and started doing exco work yet again. got pulled into ispark nite ot convo, and yeah there goes anime night. haha BUT WORMS ROCK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anime morning, yet again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon was spent at josh's house, along with darryl. invited irwin too, cos a mahjong table must have 4 players :D (though we weren't playing mahjong, but x-box) tried to set up the x-box, but only succeeded when josh found a suitable powerpoint. and darryl was crapping about microsoft powerpoint. haha lots of fun and BACKSTABBING during the games, the scorpion against the wraith, fighting using sentinel lasers, AND TRYING TO DEFEAT THE HERETICS WITH PLASMA SWORDS HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got miserably pwned when josh and i played the PSP gundam game. we got miserably pwned by the programme :P we really lost our pride man, LOSING 31 CONSECUTIVE TIMES TO EVEN THE WEAKEST GUNDAM SUITS, and finally winning in the 32nd game. but its rather embarrassing to see that the winning ratio was 1:31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got darryl and irwin to recoup our losses, and surprisingly the ratio became 31:34. was pretty impressed, until i realise that they were PLAYING 3 AGAINST 1 instead of 2-2, and giving the programme the weakest gundam suit while they koped a player from the programme. haha but they lost 3 times, cos once irwin was mistakenly kicked out from the game, and another when darryl was kicked out from the game, and yet another they just got miserably pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started stealing josh's stuff, and in retaliation josh started using his volleyball against us. darryl's cheeks got miserably pinched, and he got his sweet sweet revenge when he splattered us 759475 times in the multiplayer halo games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and started playing worms again, until i got spammed by the smb and msn convos. haha the concept of A-B, B-C and A-C msn convos, that A will report to C whatever B says and so on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into SLC ot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that will mean goodbye to a certain precious something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got spammed to do work by glen, and THANKS SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME THE DIFFICULT PART OF THE JOB. every exco candidate had ideas that contradict each other when it comes to holding of council events, and i was supposed to compile these ideas. like how do i do so? i ended up modifying some ideas just to suit all parties, and yeah there goes the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are packing for the cameron highlands trip for tomorrow. but the stupid doc advised me to stay in singapore so as not to affect the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can forsee that i will have to give up quite a lot of stuff, especially my freedom. its going to be worth so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't quit now, right? after sacrificing so much to this point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8181232731785657985?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8181232731785657985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=8181232731785657985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8181232731785657985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/8181232731785657985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/becos-some-people-say-i-am-slacking.html' title='fullstop.'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-2112300294345718441</id><published>2008-10-10T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:07:31.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its life on earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;laughing at &lt;u&gt;sastera&lt;/u&gt; tearfully.&lt;br /&gt;crying at the stars with heart's hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said it was the peak of school life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said don't you think so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-2112300294345718441?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2112300294345718441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=2112300294345718441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2112300294345718441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/2112300294345718441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-life-on-earth.html' title='its life on earth.'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-6631642678238585885</id><published>2008-10-07T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:43:46.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it ring</title><content type='html'>this overwrites my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW I &lt;s&gt;SURVIVED&lt;/s&gt; DIED THROUGH YESTERDAY/TODAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm (yesterday):&lt;br /&gt;rushes out ppt and script for malay oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm:&lt;br /&gt;FREAK WHAT HAPPENED TO MY POWERPOINT AND SCRIPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05pm:&lt;br /&gt;attempts to redo both items with the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm:&lt;br /&gt;transfers files to desktop for printing and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:31pm:&lt;br /&gt;FREAK I CAN'T OPEN MY FILES. WTF I WANNA SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:40:pm:&lt;br /&gt;tries to open my file to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45pm:&lt;br /&gt;*REDO* sickeningly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:10am (today):&lt;br /&gt;finishes, zonked out, takes a nap, promising to wake up at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30am:&lt;br /&gt;wakes up to find my table filled with 3840958 malay books.&lt;br /&gt;attempts to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50am:&lt;br /&gt;stumbles into the school hall, half-zonked. sees yong xiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20am:&lt;br /&gt;stares blankly at picture compo.&lt;br /&gt;*THIS GUY IN THE PICTURE SHOULD BE BORROWING BOOKS.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:01am:&lt;br /&gt;*paper 1 ends*&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEAN THE GUY WAS RETURNING BOOKS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am:&lt;br /&gt;mugs prefixes pe, peng, penge, and wadever there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am:&lt;br /&gt;*Paper 2 starts*&lt;br /&gt;*FREAK ALL THOSE PREFIXES DIDN'T COME OUT.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40am:&lt;br /&gt;finishes paper, sleeps in an unglamorous manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm:&lt;br /&gt;*oral*&lt;br /&gt;FREAK LAH I CAN'T OPEN MY POWERPOINT FOR THE THIRD TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:05pm:&lt;br /&gt;screws up oral - my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:06pm:&lt;br /&gt;the world rocks with my cheer for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:10pm:&lt;br /&gt;helps to take video of the whole oral process, in an attempt to save my grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm:&lt;br /&gt;randomly sends out smses. gets tons of replies, and pissing off a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:40pm:&lt;br /&gt;rams into the classroom, slams on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45pm:&lt;br /&gt;gets talked into playing maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00pm:&lt;br /&gt;rams into the house, crashes into my sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm:&lt;br /&gt;its anime world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;code geass, yeah  :D&lt;div 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scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-4478558111264217194</id><published>2008-10-07T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:38:49.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 86400 drops of blood worth dripping</title><content type='html'>SPAM MY CBOX =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, say whatever u want, but don't spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will check it at midnight, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will blog about freaking today midnight. promise too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-4478558111264217194?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-8887799554439022188</id><published>2008-10-06T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:23:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the painful trickle</title><content type='html'>everyone's celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;no one is niao~ing me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, 1 more day.&lt;br /&gt;24 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;1440 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;86400 more seconds.&lt;br /&gt;~ the misery of being in a maths class, is that you tend to be more pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drop of blood per second.&lt;br /&gt;that makes 86400 drops.&lt;br /&gt;i will be a lifeless body when malay exams end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-8887799554439022188?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-9001676692790734151</id><published>2008-10-05T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:35:37.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>affirmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;gary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have wasted enough of the weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now mug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;************&lt;/align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my F5 key and my Z key are dropping off the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;and my ENTER key doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;this laptop is against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;************&lt;/align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am doing this cos i got very bored, though there's still 784759673 words to memorise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month&lt;br /&gt;→ Copy to your blog&lt;br /&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn’t apply to you&lt;br /&gt;→ Bold the 5 - 10 things that best apply to you&lt;br /&gt;→ Tag 10 people from your friends list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JANUARY &lt;/u&gt;: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/u&gt;: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARCH&lt;/u&gt;: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;APRIL&lt;/u&gt;: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong-willed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and highly motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharp thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Easily angered. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep feelings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Firm Standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Needs no motivation. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easily consoled&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Systematic. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves to dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Strong clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good imagination&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weak breathing(OMG how did this appear?)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Loves literature and the arts. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves traveling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dislike being at home. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not having many children.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I DON'T HAVE ANY...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hardworking. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spendthrift. (SOMEHOW ON MY MEALS IN SCHOOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUNE&lt;/u&gt;: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JULY&lt;/u&gt;: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AUGUST&lt;/u&gt;: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/u&gt;: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/u&gt;: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/u&gt;: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, WHAT HAPPENED TO NOVEMBER?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-9001676692790734151?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9001676692790734151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=9001676692790734151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/9001676692790734151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/9001676692790734151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/gary-you-have-wasted-enough-of-weekend.html' title='affirmation'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765880584702189106.post-1528879795343953052</id><published>2008-10-04T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:21:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stars shone</title><content type='html'>haha just came back from compass point, and tried out the ECP tunnel, which is supposedly the longest tunnel in south-east asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kindda interesting, although all you see for the span of 10 min + is all grey, with a few speed cameras heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the way back, wonder what my dad was doing. we took the tunnel again, and somehow we ended up at east coast park! haha and then i think we passed by somewhere that had prositutes walking in the streeets i think, and yeah hell are we back home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i brought a shirt and tried out the starzbites cheesy extreme at pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha Avatar, i might consider watching it on tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;for now, ITS FREAKING SLOWING DOWN MY LAPTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it was very scenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meme says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;um, its a tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meme says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will it be scenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha josh, an eye for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;becos of that essay of yours, or mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{♪6u345 ♬}[ISFP](07S6E) [4] How am i supposed to pull through  ♥ hcco  ♫hcico!&lt;07&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's more like a tickle for an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meme says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tickle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{♪6u345 ♬}[ISFP](07S6E) [4] How am i supposed to pull through  ♥ hcco  ♫hcico!&lt;07&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meme says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{♪6u345 ♬}[ISFP](07S6E) [4] How am i supposed to pull through  ♥ hcco  ♫hcico!&lt;07&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it can't be compared to that (essay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765880584702189106-1528879795343953052?l=treetopdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1528879795343953052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765880584702189106&amp;postID=1528879795343953052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1528879795343953052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765880584702189106/posts/default/1528879795343953052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treetopdreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/stars-shone.html' title='the stars shone'/><author><name>Beautiful scars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869467957490488859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
