<?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-5853849629952797765</id><updated>2011-09-29T05:06:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAPTASTIC!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853849629952797765.post-8712381673408206821</id><published>2011-06-21T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:14:51.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh.. He's gone now. R.I.P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;After seeing so many things while visiting, made me realise just how short life is. And then I started thinking of how to spend the rest of my life. And I came up with a conclusion that I'm better off dead. The circle of life is such a natural but ruthless cycle. Sigh. I'm so depressed now. I think my circle is very small. I always find myself back where I first started. Oh well. The best way to live is to live without regrets. Impossible. I'm only 15 and I'm filled with regrets. Sigh. I just regretted not taking the last cookie in the jar. And that it's now gone. Tsk. Oh well. Haha and I always regret the way I spend my June holiday every year. Oh but what's the use.. I should change my way of living. Sigh, the flesh is willing but the soul is weak. How do I help myself? Sigh. Old habits diehard. I can never stop. Now I have my old friend with me in my drawer. The only one with me. In my hands. Hmmm.. I wonder how short my life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I always left like this, Questions without answers.. But, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I undertand. I really do. I cannot be unreasonable and selfish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I won't be a distraction anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I wish you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-8712381673408206821?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/8712381673408206821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2011/06/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8712381673408206821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8712381673408206821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2011/06/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2221886851905220467</id><published>2011-04-28T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:53:04.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CHIJ SAINT NICHOLAS GIRLS' SCHOOL: GOLD WITH HONOURS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;OMG. I will never ever forget anything that happened today. From the moment i woke up till the time i go to bed. Counting down the hours and minutes with Beverly and Ingrid during HCL and SS. Feeling so nervous that we couldn't even concentrate in class. Leaving class 20 mins earlier. Setting up the MEP room. Giving out my heart-shaped letters( inspired by our dear Yung Ci). Having our last few run throughs together as a whole orchestra. Break time. Changing, putting on make-up(Btw, Bernice is a great make-up artist), getting our hair tied. Boarding the bus... Reached our destination. Getting scolded by the staff, " I told them about five times!" Blah blah blah and finally backstage. Omg. Hugged you, you, you and you. Heh. And finally show time! Omg Mr Chan made the super cute vibrato action!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!! I was smiling like crazy. We were so awesome!!!! And finally the results!!! I believe everyone was feeling so worried hearing the results of others. Crossing fingers, praying.. And Yay!!!&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; CHIJ SAINT NICHOLAS GIRLS' SCHOOL: GOLD WITH HONOURS.&lt;/span&gt; OMG!!!! cried buckets!!! Like they always say, " Save the best for the last." hehehe. Really a dream come true. Everyone, we came this far together, WE DID IT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It is a fact that we, no matter how technically deficient we may seem at first, but when have to perform, we really perform. We will always put up a great performance, we will always be the best and most stylish, we will always believe in one another( and Mr Chan!!!), simply because we are SNSO. Without a doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;WELL DONE SNSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for being there to wipe my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for assuring me when I needed you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you so much for never giving up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really the luckiest person alive to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll never let you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2221886851905220467?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2221886851905220467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2011/04/chij-saint-nicholas-girls-school-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2221886851905220467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2221886851905220467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2011/04/chij-saint-nicholas-girls-school-gold.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2448973182613964719</id><published>2011-01-01T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:55:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year! 2011! 2010 was awesome! Oh well. i had a great time on Thursday. Too bad my mum spoiled everything. Hmm. Yay! Justice's gonna be air-conditioned! How awesome! school's starting so soon and I'm freaking sad. i just hope everything's gonna be smooth. And great. Hmm. My Birthday's coming in 24 days' time! I'm gonna be 15 soon! So whatcha getting for me huh Bernice? Beverly? hahah. I feel so old. FaithC should be feeling worse. So, sec three already.. Damn fast. hahaha.. Bernice, love your math teacher okay. i wonder when you'll stop laughing at her. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna ride the rollercoaster anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Study hard and do me proud okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's my greatest fortune knowing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;And the best thing is, falling so deep into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I love you always, Darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2448973182613964719?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2448973182613964719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011-2010-was-awesome-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2448973182613964719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2448973182613964719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011-2010-was-awesome-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-817219749264330408</id><published>2010-11-29T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:28:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Class allocation! Awesome man. Beverly, Eening and Germaine are all in the same class! And I realise alot others too... Which makes it all so awesome! But sigh. Bernice, don't be sad kay? You know you had it coming when you got into triple science. Don't worry luh. We won't drift apart. Still got alot of problems to solve for me alright. Smart ass. Study hard la. Don't think so much. Sigh. Gosh. My worst nightmare came true. Yet another sick joke on me. Just what did I do to deserve this. Tsktsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway... Went out with Bernice and Beverly on Wed to watch Harry Potter! It was awesome! Harry looks good in a bra. Hehehe. Nice show. Should totally watch it if you haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. I feel really old. I'm gonna be fifteen soon! And I haven't had enough being fourteen!! sigh. Whatever. Next year's gonna be so fucking shit I swear. Whatever. Good things NEVER last. Oh well. Let me find that bright side to look on... Sigh. My pee smells of coffee. I should stop drinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh.. I just want you to be happy. I just want you to smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel really useless that I can't even comfort you when you're sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't know what else to say other than " I love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't ever want to see you walk away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why, but there's a big hole in my heart now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway I just want you to know, even if my heart's boken into tiny little pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd still love you with all the little bits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-817219749264330408?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/817219749264330408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/11/class-allocation-awesome-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/817219749264330408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/817219749264330408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/11/class-allocation-awesome-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-789734056025111733</id><published>2010-10-18T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:53:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;YAY!!!!!! EOYs is officially OVER. But somehow I don't feel the thrill and happiness. Just relieved... Hmm.. Oh well. Went out with Beverly, Bernice and Germaine last Friday. My cousin was there too.. ARGH. Beverly kept on taking photos of me!!! So annoying. Then at F21, Germaine and Beverly started spamming weird stuff on my head!!! Oh and my nails.. So sad. Totally ruined by Germaine at the Faceshop. Humph. We went to Kinokuniya! Bought the cool book Ms Lin recommended, "The Second Sex". Hahahah. Wow. Awesome man. .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh wells... Lunch was awesome. Ramen! My favourite. Hmm.. MEP test today. Was surprisingly easy for me!! Three cheers! EXCEPT FOR THE INDIAN MUSIC PART. URGH. Seems like I'll NEVER get the Carnatic and Hindustani thing.. EVER. sad. Composing was however, awful. Couldn't even hear myself think over that LOUD HUMMING. Whoever that person... It lasted so long! sigh. Tsk. MEP test ended 38mins later then expected.. Sad. Bernice went for her Taiwan Trip briefing. Waited for her for TWO HOURS. I think... Had a nice chat with Beverly while eating Minnie's cupcake. Very nice. Thank you. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-789734056025111733?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/789734056025111733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/10/yay-eoys-is-officially-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/789734056025111733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/789734056025111733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/10/yay-eoys-is-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-3131769534473984467</id><published>2010-09-11T04:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T04:49:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh wells.. September hols is over. I'm really sad. Some holiday this is. Totally wasted this whole week. Failure~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.. Talking to someone in the middle of the night is somehow.. nice. Yea. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh. I suddenly feel.. afraid. For whatever reasons. I just hope I can make it. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Welcome To My Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?Do you ever feel out of place?Like somehow you just don't belongAnd no one understands youDo you ever wanna run away?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screamingNo you don't know what it's likeWhen nothing feels all rightYou don't know what it's likeTo be like meTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kicked when you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downAnd no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's likeWelcome to my lifeDo you wanna be somebody else?Are you sick of feeling so left out?Are you desperate to find something more?Before your life is overAre you stuck inside a world you hate?Are you sick of everyone around?With their big fake smiles and stupid liesWhile deep inside you're bleedingNo you don't know what it's likeWhen nothing feels all rightYou don't know what it's likeTo be like meTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kicked when you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downAnd no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's likeWelcome to my lifeNo one ever lied straight to your faceAnd no one ever stabbed you in the backYou might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okayEverybody always gave you what you wantedYou never had to work it was always thereYou don't know what it's like, what it's likeTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kicked when you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downAnd no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)To be hurtTo feel lostTo be left out in the darkTo be kicked when you're downTo feel like you've been pushed aroundTo be on the edge of breaking downAnd no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's likeWelcome to my lifeWelcome to my lifeWelcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;-Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-3131769534473984467?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/3131769534473984467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-wells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3131769534473984467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3131769534473984467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-4988963028046113751</id><published>2010-08-30T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:01:01.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. Since SOMEONE or should I say, some PEOPLE requested for an update, here it is. Be happy. Now don't say I broke your heart arh.. Lol. Ok. Hmm.. August'10 is almost over.. Let's recall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd August- Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. Happy Birthday Chuwen. I know you love my gift. The bear's real nice to hug right. Hahahaha. Must do as it says. You still owe me three? Or four? Hmm.. I wonder when.. Waiting.. Oh wells. Hope you enjoyed this day. Hmm.. Oh yeah.. Hip-hop was cool. Must remember the dance moves for next year's farewell. Sad. Don't want you guys to go.. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7th August- Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.. Happy Birthday Beverly. Yes. Hehehe. I know you love my gift. You know I didn't just anyhow pick some random card off the shelf. I spent time okay.. I bought your card together with Chuwen's one actually. Your outing was kinda fun I guess. We definitely gotta go out and bowl someday. You promised kay! Haha.. Bet you enjoyed this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th August- Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was CIP. Strings' CIP which they arranged. Reached school an hour earlier with the other greys to practice. and talk. Hmm. CIP was rather okay. Some mentally disabled kids came over and we entertained them. Some were really cute and some shockingly small despite their age. Nice people they are. It was tiring. After CIP, I had a one to one talk with SOMEONE. You still have not told me who was it! You had better tell me!!! And yea sure I'll continue telling you more about myself since you're so interested. Hehe. Someday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;27th August- Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably one of the coldest CCA days I've ever experienced. Sitting right infront of the air-conditioner is definitely not fun. My fingers almost went numb. Couldn't play properly. Tsktsk. Haha. Valerie and I would switch seats every half hour or so. Got a new piece. "Pantomime". It actually sounds quite okay. But wth.. Mr Chan said that it most probably would be our SYF piece. Sigh. I don't like playing the SYF pieces.. Oh wells.. We don't really have a choice. Hmm.. CCA seemed to have lost its meaning. Or is it just me. Oh and Happy Birthday.. Doubt you'd even read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Relationships are like glass. It's better to leave them broken than to hurt yourself putting them back together... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to pretend that you love someone when you don't. But it's even harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you really do care. If you really do trust me. If you really do love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I should really be given a license to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-4988963028046113751?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/4988963028046113751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/08/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4988963028046113751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4988963028046113751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-3862444591783305780</id><published>2010-07-27T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:02:55.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This blog is so dead. Hahaha.. Thank you Beverly for constantly tagging. Oh wells. So many things happened... Where do I start? Let's see now... Ok. String's camp! ahh.. How I miss the June hols. Oh well. So on the 10/11 June, Awesome string's camp took place. Didn't sleep at all. Yummy beverage kept me awake. And some people. Haha. Poor Beverly cried. Shouldn't scare her next time. Yup. Got our strings' tee!!! Like finally! Love the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Next up... Bernice's Birthday! 24 June, bet was the BEST birthday you ever had in your 14 years of living, Bernice. You competed really well. And it was super comical man. Can't wait to see your recording. Don't forget to burn a disc for me! ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hmm.. FAREWELL WAS SO SAD BUT AT THE SAME TIME, AWESOME. 9/07/10 was farewell. Our presentation was a success! Yay! Thank you Joanne for helping me&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Not to mention staying up and drinking starbucks just to get things right. Really couldn't have done it without you. I owe you hugs for life. Hahaha. ILY.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And so, after farewell, I had section dinner. Blues, Greens, Whites, Grey and reds! It was totally awesome. Pasta mania tasted especially great that night. Hehe. Weng Chen treated me. Thank you! Hmm.. And Charlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hank you so much man. Ahhh... Beautiful night. But it's nothing but a memory now. Anw, many thanks. hehehe.. I WILL MISS ALL THE GREENS VERY VERY MUCH. YOU ALL ARE VERY DEAR TO ME! I really hope we don't disappoint you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ILYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmm.. Ok. Chuwen's and Beverly's birthdays are coming! Don't know what to get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sad. Oh anw... Beverly! Don't get so upset over that matter kayys?? Bernice too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We'll solve it together. ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we never know what we've got till it's gone? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;So much I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;been lonely since the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;the day you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;So sad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;for me there's only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;been crying since the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;the day you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;A war has been silently declared. So what now? My patience is running out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired. Everyone is. So who's there to help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-3862444591783305780?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/3862444591783305780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-blog-is-so-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3862444591783305780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3862444591783305780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-blog-is-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2181309669109669365</id><published>2010-05-23T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:12:40.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUBILATE VII- 21/05/2010, FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUBILATE VII was simply smashing! Friday night. Oh How I wish I could re-live it over and over again. If I really could, I would have played my best. If I really could, I'd get more flowers. If I really could, I would smile. But oh well, I CAN'T. Anyway, this was how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Woke up early feeling excited. Reached school and rushed to class. First thing I saw was Yifan and lots and lots roses!! Went over to help her sort them out and scrap the thorns out. Not to mention the disgusting.. mud?? Ok. 0745!!! Left the class. Thank you everyone for encouraging us!! Headed down to the Singa Lion. Punctual huh everyone.. Got our instruments from the MEP room and waited for the bus. Could feel the heat so early in the morning already. Tsktsk. Global warming. Sigh. AFTER A VERY LONG WAIT AND MANY FAILED ATTEMPTS TO TAKE PICTURES, the bus finally came and off we went to Republic Polytechnic. Reached there around 0900?? Not sure. Then we straight away went to the dance studio. Well, not straight away cuz some failed teachers took us on a merry-go ride. Lol. Started practicing in the awesomely huge dance studio!! And I, am such a failed stringer. I still couldn't memorize certain parts on concert day. Mr Chan came. He looked really tired. But yet, smart in his suit. 1045, had our first dry run. Hmm, Wonder why its called dry run.. It was super cold at the backstage. And the coldness brought back a certain feeling. A very familiar yet unpleasant feeling. Haha. And Amy was so damn funny luh. Wearing three layers of clothing still cold. After the run, went to the dressing rooms. Walk through the door of the backstage and there they are. Had to go back to the dance studio to get our stuff. Played some cards with my section before we had our awesome 3hr lunch break. 3hrs!!! Yay! My mum guessed it right. Burgers for lunch. Then I was wondering what the vegetarians are eating. Bread with lettuce? Loads and loads of lettuce?? What a burger that will be. Well I was right. Except that they replaced the patty with tofu. Lol. I had chicken burger. Was there fish burger?? Lol. Then Yifan, Bernice, Beverly, Stefanie, Joanne, Sonia, lots others and I went to buy bubbletea. I ordered super yummy mocha chocolate ice blend like I always do when I go there. Went to 7-11. Bought stuff. Went back. And we were told to change!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Got our SO uniform and headed to the toilet!! -Sexy bevy of girls in the toilets- Haha. Then Bernice came out of the toilet and looked at herself in the mirror. She said the funniest thing man. “原来我是flat的." Hahaha. Omg. Funny man. Oh and thank you Sonia for tying my ribbon! ok Headed back to the dressing room. Had a hard time getting people to help tie our ties. Oh wells. Thank you all! Walked around. Started giving out roses? I think. Yea. Many people. Walk here walk there walk everywhere in heels. Saw so many cute and pretty 21Loyalty people. Gave roses and chatted. Camwhored. TOTALLY AWESOME. Then it was another run. 3hrs went by really fast. After the run was dinner? I think. Dinner was ERM. definitely edible. Vanessa was right man. Noodles were erm ok. And the chicken was erm, ok too. Haha.(Amanda! Lucky for you we didn't had rice.) Haha. And finally it was make-up time!!! Thank you Minnie for helping me put on the make-up. If it weren't for her, I think I would have screwed everything. Oh and THANK YOU SO MUCH YIFAN AND BERNICE FOR LENDING ME YOUR MAKE-UP!!! Watched through the LCD screen and proud to say, everyone did well! Very well! Three cheers! hmm.. Pep-talks in the dressing room and finally, the moment we all have been waiting for- IT'S SHOW TIME. Vivaldi people were simply fantastic. And for the whole orchestra, most said we played well. Sigh. Ashamed of myself. Then it was dance. Really good. They were really good. After the claps and the brilliant spotlights, time seemed to pass even faster. Everything was over. First time for us performing and for the greens, the last. I'll really really miss them. Jubilate was really awesome. Thank you everyone for my wonderful Friday night you've given me. And the sweet awesome flowers! Thank you all so much! ILY all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hated your guts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still do. If an adult could lie and hide his crimes, what more a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only we have control over time. There wouldn't be such a thing called regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2181309669109669365?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2181309669109669365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/05/jubilate-vii-21052010-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2181309669109669365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2181309669109669365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/05/jubilate-vii-21052010-friday.html' title='JUBILATE VII- 21/05/2010, FRIDAY'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-6409349286372857344</id><published>2010-05-18T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:09:40.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. It has been a long time since I've posted. Alright. Let's see.. What is there to post about? Hmm... Ok. Our most recent Math test! Gosh. Please oh please let me pass. I worked really hard for this man. I had learnt my lesson and studied two days before instead of just the day before the test. Oh anyway, I listened to Mdm Lee's advice man. Alrissa too! Mdm Lee was like, " Alrissa arh. This coming Math test, turn around arh, turn around. Weiling! You too." LOL. Well, it took me awhile to understand what she was trying to say - Turn over a new leaf. Yup. Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Ting Xie!! Gosh. I studied for it. I actually studied for spelling. Studied till 1am. So proud of myself. But in the end, I got some characters mixed up. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jubilate is only three days away!!! Cool man. Really excited. But on the other hand.. hmm. Sigh. Oh wells. It's gonna be a real long day. haha. Pity the ten people left in class that day. Counting down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To my dear dear one and only entertainer, thank you so much for always being there to cheer me up! You don't be so sad. For there's always ME! Continue loving me and don't forget what you owe / promised me! Haha.. ILY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I've decided. Sold my soul to the devil. I'm not gonna turn back. You made me do this. You forced me to. It's not my fault. I've had it with the way things are going. It is unfair. But then again, when is the world ever fair? I regretted not reporting it. Two years seemed like a long time then. But it really isn't. Imagining how you were wiping your sweat away, smirking. It sickens me. Congrats. You've won. Now go on continue running. I wish I could forget. But it is impossible. Re-visiting that place every year isn't helping you know. It is not within my control. Too bad then. Now, you. Yes, you. This time, it's personal. I'm gonna play a game with you. And I am the winner. Ready? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-6409349286372857344?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/6409349286372857344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6409349286372857344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6409349286372857344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-1789506615795715039</id><published>2010-03-31T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:54:37.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is your aim in life? Someone asked me that question and I didn't answer. More like I couldn't answer. It just hit me that I have been living aimlessly all these while. Just what have I been living the past fourteen years of my life for? Clueless. I asked my nine-year old sister what her aim in life is. And she replied ever so innoncently, " My aim is to soar." God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am freaking oblivious to everything. My surroundings, feelings and blah. A thing that I just don't understand why. My mum half-jokingly said that one day, I'll just die not knowing the reason why. It's just so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I really that insensitive jerk who treats humans worse than animals? Why do people say so? I don't even know myself. It's so difficult finding me. So am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Questions without answers. How I wish my life is just like an assessment book with answer sheets at the back. And I can just flip to them as and when I want. But well, the answer sheets are ripped off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain. Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am...isn't me. Sometimes I wish I could just be a little kid again. So when life gets tough you can just play pretend. I want to go back to the time when Disney World was the best place to be. When the only movies you could see were rated G and when your biggest problem was learning to write your name. And every time you were sad or you had a bad day, you could just run to mummy and it would all be okay. I wanna go back to no hurt...and no pain...just laughter. When everyone always lives happily ever after... Ha-ha-ha. I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I do seems pointless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what's the use?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-1789506615795715039?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/1789506615795715039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-your-aim-in-life-someone-asked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1789506615795715039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1789506615795715039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-your-aim-in-life-someone-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-1226699928687312745</id><published>2010-03-11T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:52:22.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yay!! Finally! It's like over!! Yippee!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Seriously hope I can pass my violin exam this time. Second time taking. Like wth. I'll slap myself if I fail again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Overall, I think I did quite ok! Yay!! I'm so happy!! Really have to thank you all for supporting me. Without you guys, I don't think I could have made it. Like seriously. My own violin teacher wasn't there. My parents weren't there. The only one there was my pianist. Whom I've just met? But she's really really nice. Thank god. So, after torturing scales and horrible aural, I was done! Like free!! Then, I met ZhiJie. I was damn surprised. Her piano exam is on the same date and at the same venue! And she was due right after me! Wished her luck and went back to school for CCA. Sigh. HCI boys will be sitting in tomorrow!!! Whoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Bernice: I really really appreciate your letter of encouragemet!! Super touching to me! Your three magic words really had an impact!! Jiayou for next week! Don't let those two bitches get any satisfaction!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Beverly: The girl who is 14, acts 10 and looks 16. Thank you for your letter. Really makes sense. For once. Hahaha.. "Don't aim for a pass, for you'll always fail. Aim for the best." I'll always remember that. Many thanks(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Chuwen: ( You had better read this man)... Thank you so much for your encouragement and for your special ways of calming me down. Very nice hug you've got(: Hope you get good grades for your theory and practical! And I mean it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To Joanne: Joanne! Thank you for that last minute lesson on sharps and flats! And thank you for the letter(: Really appreciate it. And of course.. You're not heartless. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To Minnie: Thanks so much for lending me that charm of yours and for writing that note of encouragement(: Greatly appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To Stefanie: Thank you for that cute card of encouragement! And that delicious nutty chocolate bar! Also, for taking the risk to supply me with drinks whenever i need them(: Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To Tricia, Sze Min and Sim wee: Thank you guys for your support and enthusiasm. For that, I won't charge you a cent. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Yifan: Thank you for the letter, the tips you gave me, the support and the encouragement. Cheer up kays?? Things will go back to the way they were. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you all so much for your ever-lasting support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Without any of you, I really wouldn't have gone this far and still be smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys kept me going. I really appreciate it. Thank you so much. Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;In the midst of panic and anxiety, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;you're still the one encouraging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Funny thing is, you're unaware of anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-1226699928687312745?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/1226699928687312745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/03/over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1226699928687312745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1226699928687312745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/03/over.html' title='OVER'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-8655568359903158071</id><published>2010-03-07T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:53:42.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Finally done with the bloody coursework. Spent the last two days chionging. Well, went to Bugis Library yesterday to officially start researching on my work. Woke up at 0745!!! So early luh. For me. Usually I would spend every Saturday morning catching up on my beauty sleep. Super tired. Anyway, lots of reference there. After so many years of not stepping into a library to do actual reading, it feels kinda weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Met Beverly at Bishan before proceeding to Bugis. Mr Lim was there waiting and we didn't even realise. Anyway, we were early. We were suppose to meet at 0930 and we reached there like 0910. After a long wait, finally proceeded to the library. Hahaha.. Somebody was like overdressed for the occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Found the books and started chionging!!! Bernice and I had like totally no mood for research. But no choice luh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hahah.. At one point of time, some guy in a uniform came to tell us off. More like Mr Lim. Lol. Loud voice he has. That's another reason why i hate the library. Cant talk in your normal volume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Oh Wells, LUNCH TIME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Had pepper lunch(: The others went home. Bernice and Yifan went back to the library. Sigh. So went shopping with somebody. Shopped for er.. ahem. And bought it. Like seriously first time buying it myself. Hahaha.. Went home for torture after that. Sigh.. Oh Wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday to Yi Xuan, Amanda, Minnie and Charis! and others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to calculate what creates my own madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm addicted to your punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm your master, and I am craving this disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel irrational, so confrontational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;To tell the truth I am getting away with murder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;Some things are best left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-8655568359903158071?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/8655568359903158071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-done-with-bloody-coursework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8655568359903158071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8655568359903158071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-done-with-bloody-coursework.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2403496796859136981</id><published>2010-01-25T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:58:27.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whoo!! 14th Birthday today(: Received meny greetings and prezzies!! Thank you everyone! Really really appreciated everything!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And to think I was dreading this day. Actually.. I feel old. Lol.. If I'm old, then what's FaithC huh.. Haha.. Arrived in school at about the same time.. Did the same monday stuff.. Quite boring.. After school went to third language center. So sad right! Had to spend my birthday studying bullshit.. Horrible 3h15mins.. Bernice,Yifan, Stefanie and "GrandmotherC" came along. Hahaha.. Brought me a slice of chocolate cake! Quite full but still finished it in the end. Thank you! It was so sweet of my "Grandmother".. haha.. She was so flowery today, from head to toe. Like seriously man. Even the bees were attracted to her. LOL. hmm.. After horrible third lang.. Met my brother at Bishan MRT station before heading down to Orchard. Went to Forum and had my birthday dinner! Ate Japanese food after Japanese lessons.. haha.. Headed down to Raffles Hospital after that. Poor cousin had an operation.. Looked fine and doing well. Went home. Reached home at about 2220? Hmm... What a way to spend a birthday... It somehow feels like a weekend to me. Suddenly remembered it's just the start of the week. Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Birthday over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dedications from the bottom of my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Joyce, HuiEn, Mildred, Sheryl, Cindy, WenSie,Valery, Kaiyi and Kaiwen: Thank you all so much for the pig and the yummy goodies!! Especially the baby food!! Much much appreciated! ILY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Bernice, Beverly and Yifan: I simply love the wonderful photos man!!! Hahaha!!! Thank you so much!! Really really appreciate it! I'll keep the photos with me forever man!! And thanks so much for the beautiful cards!! ILY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Chuwen(Nicest senior according to her): I really love the handmade card, the notebook and the pen!! Thank you so much!! Really appreciate it(: And you must still love me even if it isn't my birthday!!! Thank you!! ILY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Charis(Jie): Yo Jie! Thank you so much for the wallet!! Love it man! Greatly appreciated(: All the best in your future studies! Visit more often! ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Faith Lim: I really really appreciate your card!! Didn't expect you to give me one! Thank you very much!! ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Faith Cheong: Yo babe! Just want to say you're cool, hot and defeinitely sexy!! Thank you for everything! Dedicated as promised(: ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Joanne: Hey.. Thank you so much for the CD!! I love it!! Most importantly, thank you so very much for forgiving me time after time. Really appreciate your efforts(: ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Louisa: I love the hairband!! Really appreciate it!! Thank you so much!! Don't worry, I'll definitely wear it! Not to school though(: ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Rachael: I simply love the cupcakes!! And the chocolate!! Thank you soooo much!!! And yup, I still owe you two pony tails.. hahah.. ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Sharon: Thank you for the special comb and extra hairbands!!! That's really really thoughtful of you!! I like it alot!! Really appreciate it!! I'm sure I'll use them. Especially the hairbands(: Haha.. ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Sonia: I love kinder bueno!! Thank you very much!! Really love it!! And I so very appreciate it!! Hahaha.. Getting fatter after my birthday.. Eat so much. Hahaha.. ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Stefanie: Thank you so much for the book(looks damn interesting) and most importantly, the locket! I really love it man!! This way I can carry her photos with me all the time! Will wear it(: Greatly appreciated! ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To Ting Fang: Thank you for the card!! Really appreciate it!! Hahaha!!! It's really very nice the way you decorated it!! ILY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my beloved friends who have wished me in one way or another, a very big thank you from my heart!! Honoured that you guys remembered! I love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I really hoped that you'd send me one msg. Just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I just wished that, you'd even remember my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Do wishes come true?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2403496796859136981?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2403496796859136981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/01/14th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2403496796859136981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2403496796859136981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/01/14th-birthday.html' title='14th Birthday!'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-8385832452325484222</id><published>2010-01-04T18:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:22:36.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;First day of school!! Woke up at 0545. So damn early for me luh.. Left the house at 0645. But in the end, still reached school late as usual. SIGH. Got lost finding 2Loyalty. Haha.. Yifan and Beverly came to my rescue! And thanks for saving me that seat. haha. Miss Tey's our form teacher. Quite cool luh. And stupid Beverly saboed me!! Became the Math rep. Sian man. Grr.. Hmm.. Lol. Louisa and the others kept complaining. So funny man. Should get the MEP girls to do that gesture whenever the teacher says that. Haha. Anw, our geog teacher was absent. So, free periods! Love free periods! Chatted with Bernice and Beverly. And then it was HCL. Damn boring man. Chen lao shi didn't come so some other teacher took over. Sigh.. Almost fell asleep. Kept looking out the window. The view outside was exceptionally beautiful today. Hahaha. School ended. Went to Bishan with Joanne and Stefanie. Had my so-called lunch. Window shopped for awhile before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Very happy today. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My weakness is that I care too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And my scars remind me, that the past is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tear my heart open, just to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paparoach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-8385832452325484222?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/8385832452325484222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8385832452325484222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8385832452325484222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school-2010.html' title='First Day Of School 2010'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-7183182426786006194</id><published>2009-12-31T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:08:53.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well.. Last day of the year, last post for the year. Sigh. So damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, came back on the 18dec. Australia is fun. Shopped alot. And I went 39 hours without sleep on the first two days! Cool man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go back again.(:&lt;br /&gt;Time passes really fast. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Sharon is doing a good job counting down via sms. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda sad. Well, this year has been really fun. I'm missing 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Class allocations. It sucks man. Wonder if anyone is happy..&lt;br /&gt;Joanne! Don't be sad! We will still have urgh, MEP lessons together with everyone else!! I think its the first time I'm loking forward to MEP lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Haven't finish my homework. So sian man..&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. Here's wishing everyone a very Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so damn hard to send a msg at this point. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I gave you my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you tore it apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can never have what I truly desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For it seems impossible for me to acquire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should stop dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fatal love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-7183182426786006194?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/7183182426786006194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/7183182426786006194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/7183182426786006194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html' title='Last day of 2009'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2954288418796406271</id><published>2009-12-03T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:25:03.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whew.. Had CIP in the morning. Met Stefanie, Bernice and Shuen Yew at Bishan station before heading down to Tanjong Pagar. Joanne was late as usual. Hee.. Left work at 3pm. Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;for sending me all the way to the station, guys! I really appreciated it! I'll miss you all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh.. Went home and had violin lesson at 1630. Ended at 1830. Whew.. Tiring man.. I'm flying off in a few hours time..Gosh.. My mum's making me bring my violin over to Australia.. All coz of my teacher... Like wth man.. But nevermind. Shall enjoy playing it in a new environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gah.. I'm missing you guys already! Sigh.. I shall chiong all my holiday homework when I get back in two weeks' time.. Sigh.. Bernice! You had better send us the chinese homework ok? Hmm.. Nothing much to say.. sigh.. Shall end here. I think I'll barely make it through the entire two weeks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It takes a couple of seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would give up everything for one moment with you; for one moment is better than a lifetime of not knowing you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to you both..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2954288418796406271?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2954288418796406271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/12/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2954288418796406271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2954288418796406271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/12/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-5155652988962710892</id><published>2009-11-28T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:24:20.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Went bowling on thursday. Super fun man!! There were the seven of us. Beverly, Bernice, Michelle, Joanne, Pui Yng, Stefanie, and me!! Haha.. We met at Northpoint at 1100. Proceeded to the mall. Walked around then decided to play some arcade games. Wasted my money man.. In the end, we got like a can of sprite, one mentos sweet and glue. Pathetic prizes.. Yup. Next, we had lunch!! We ate at Pastamania! Had a cup of cappuccino and two slices of Michelle's hawaiian pizza.. Beverly ordered this.. erm. beef spaghetti. Bernice ordered baked rice! Stefanie ordered.. idk what. Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Joanne came. After visiting the library.. we proceeded to the safra club! Since we just had our lunch, we walked instead of taking the bus. The sun was scorching man.. Finally reached there! at about 1400. Headed to our lanes and we started bowling! I'm a total noob man. First time bowling.. Haha. Ok. So I went first. The gutter.. Sigh. Expected. Haha.. Then, a miracle happened, I had a strike!! Like wow! So lucky!! Yup.. Then in total I had like three strikes!! Hahaha!!! Not bad for a noobie.. Yea.. I was lucky. Had a nasty tumble.. Pain man.. So We bowled four games.. Then, we played pool!! But Beverly, Michelle and Pui Yng had to go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It was very fun. Haha.. After that, Stefanie and I went to Joanne's house. Played a little and ate a little. Before we boarded the MRT train.. They went for their concert.. While I went shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Went home after shopping with my family. Yup. Overall, the day was well spent. Super fun. Must go bowling again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see you smile and know that it’s not for me, that's when I miss you the most..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-5155652988962710892?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/5155652988962710892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/11/outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5155652988962710892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5155652988962710892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/11/outing.html' title='Outing!'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-7743216082398401103</id><published>2009-11-16T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:56:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tiring day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmm... Ok. I shall talk about yesterday. Hahah.. Went to Joanne's house for some practice. Was very late.. Haha.. Sorry. Erm.. We played Trio in C and taped it down. Haha. We sounded quite good.. We were all sight-reading!! And of course after four hours of practice? Yup.. Lynn's piano playing is like so pro man.. Yea. Went home at around 1815? Then watched tv all the way.. Haha. ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today, met them at AMK station. I was the first to arrive!!! For the first time man!! hehe.. Talked to Bernice on the phone while waiting for the others. Joanne came! ( Joanne! At least i covered up!) Haha.. Then came Sonia and Stefanie. Followed by Carmen. And Lol.. Ahem.. Ok. Shall not comment. Yup, so we headed down to Orchard. We booked the tickets and proceeded to ION to window shop.. haha. Chuwen finally came.. So late huh.. Lol. Then we headed back to the cinema and watched My Sister's Keeper. Nice show. But isn't as touching though.. Next, we boarded the bus16 to Kallang. We took like damn long to find the bus stop man.. Yup.. Arrived at our destination. Wanted to ice-skate but due to the time and cost, we went to the arcade instead. YAY!! We played air-hockey!! or is it ice-hockey?.. Whatever. Totally dig that game man.. Whee!! Had so much fun. Hmm.. Played for awhile before Chuwen's dad came and fetched us to AMK. Thank you Chuwen!! Yup.. Then.. we did some stuff before going home.. Haha.. Had loads of fun.. And.. I felt naked although I was wearing clothes.. Joanne! You should try it some day!! Hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s hard to pretend you love someone when you don't but it’s even harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it`s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-7743216082398401103?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/7743216082398401103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/7743216082398401103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/7743216082398401103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-tiring-day.html' title='Another tiring day...'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-4318330910221145862</id><published>2009-11-13T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:18:25.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CIP today was tiring. Woke up at 8.30am today. Left the house at 9.40. Reached Bishan Junction8 at 9.56. Ok. I was late. But not the latest!!! For once. Hahahs.. Went up and started work. We did the same things the day before. Packing, sorting out stuff, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;After that, went for lunch at noon. Ate KFC. Then Carmen came and yea. Talked for awhile before going back to work. Well, this time, some ppl took the lift instead of climbing seven levels.. Hahahah... Sigh..I'm starting to hate office life already. Finished at 1530. Sharon left. So, Lynn, Joanne and I went to the arcade!! Yay! Played lots of stuff! Fun!! After that, we walked around till 1800. We haven't sat since we finished CIP? So our legs were like dying.. And we just couldn't find a seat.. Sigh. So. Anyway, we saw Rachael with her mum!! Lol.. Oh and there was this old sales guy who cheated Lynn, Joanne and I out of two bucks for a stupid lousy pen we didn't even want. He talked super fast man. His breath reeks of cigarettes too.. Sigh.. Then we were like, huh? And ended up buying the product from him. Like wth.. Haha.. And he said that Lynn has a very nice smile! Lol.. He said other stuff which were.. ugh.. Nvm. Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Oh and, THANK YOU BERNICE!!! I LOVE IT MAN!! CONTINUE TO DO SO EVERYTIME I COME ONLINE OK?! HAHAHA.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest pain that comes from love, is loving someone you can never have..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the memories are worth the pain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-4318330910221145862?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/4318330910221145862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/11/cip-today-was-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4318330910221145862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4318330910221145862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/11/cip-today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-4873010419331090632</id><published>2009-10-30T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:50:53.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok. Today was the last day of school. I should be very happy. But, for some reason, I'm not. Gosh.. What's wrong with me? Hmm.. Ok. This was how my last day of school was spent. Nothing much really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We had this prize presentation ceremony first thing in the morning. Congrats to the award winners. After that, went to collect our report books. SIGH. Well, I didn't expect much from myself. And I got my first F9!!! Why am I so excited about it? Lol. Sigh. Japanese.. Failure man~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;After that, we had Forum Theatre at MPR1. Quite cool. The actors were good. Haha. Then we had some Science Centre thing. Very interesting. Lol. After that, it was lunch! finally~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Played with balloons before CCA started. Yifan, Bernice, Stefanie and Beverly joined in the game. Haha.. Tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;CCA was well.. Tiring as usual. hahah. I find Charis' face very cartoon. Makes me laugh! Hahah. Oh! And Chuwen's too! LOL.. Muahaha.. During CCA, Charis gave me this super sour sweet, warheads. Yea. Ok. The moment I tasted the horrible sour taste, my face started cringing up. Haha. Thanks Charis! Yea, ok. CCA was over. Packed up and went home before going to AMKhub for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well.. Sigh.. The year's ending already!! So damn fast!! It seemed like yesterday when I first entered St.nicks!! Gah!! Sigh.. Anyway, I would like to thank everyone. Yup, everyone for my wonderful time this year.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And to the Sec4s: Jiayous for your remaining papers! You can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worst feeling in the world is giving all the love you have and knowing it will never be returned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never were and you never will be mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-4873010419331090632?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/4873010419331090632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4873010419331090632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4873010419331090632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-6059128020773135123</id><published>2009-10-16T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:50:40.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Whew.. Tired man.. Yesterday we had roller-blading. It was fun! Haha.. I fell twice.. Stupid man. The first time was because of Bernice! Lol.. Then later we had some financial talk.. Boring. After school, as we couldn't make it in time for the movie we had planned on watching earlier, we went to Rachael's house instead. Her house is so nice man! Then we played RockBand! So fun! We took turns playing the different instruments. Haha.. Yifan's singing was so funny. Lol.. Had so much fun. Thanks Rachael!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;OK.. That was yesterday. Today, we had our Games Carnival! Whoo! Me, Joanne, Elise, Louisa, Sharon, Ingrid and Michelle were all playing floorball. We make a good team man.. Lol. We managed to get into the semi-finals.. Not bad la.. Oh and. I got a real cool slash man while playing.. The cut was erm.. long. Took a picture of it.. Haha.. Then Beverly helped me dress the wound.. Thanks Beverly! Lol. ok.. Although we didn't win anything, we still had loads of fun. And, WELL DONE LOYALTY! WE ROCK! Haha.. "Cuts are cool"- quoted from Joanne. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPiAibEsI/AAAAAAAAABU/XapGxSmOdAc/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393147999454696130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPiAibEsI/AAAAAAAAABU/XapGxSmOdAc/s320/DSC00293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPOZH8tlI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zk7SPb2eOSw/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393147662457157202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPOZH8tlI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zk7SPb2eOSw/s200/DSC00292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPOZH8tlI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zk7SPb2eOSw/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPOZH8tlI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zk7SPb2eOSw/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-6059128020773135123?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/6059128020773135123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6059128020773135123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6059128020773135123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SthPiAibEsI/AAAAAAAAABU/XapGxSmOdAc/s72-c/DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853849629952797765.post-5797080501319792896</id><published>2009-10-14T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:13:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hahaha.. Today was like damn funny la.. That Bernice is always doing something to make us laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today we had to present our songs for Lit that best depicts the different scenes of 'Romeo and Juliet'. There were four I think, meeting, courting, wedding and the death scene. So the five of us, Yifan, Bernice, Joanne, Beverly and I, have decided to play 'Menuetto and Trio' for the meeting scene, because we all didn't want to sing. Ok. We started playing... Smashing man. Very nice. Wah.. We ended beautifully. We were all very happy. Then, Ms Chan requested for us to play another piece. Lol.. ENCORE!! ok. So, We played 'Sinfonia in D' for the death scene. Bernice was especially happy, 'cause she had wanted to play that piece in the first place as she was more confident with it. Hahaha.. Here comes the funny part. We were playing.. With vigor. THEN. At the cantabile part I think, I heard a very strange sound. I was thinking: What on earth is that? It seems to be coming from Yifan's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Instinctively, I turned my head and Yifan and Bernice was clearly in my view. Then I suddenly realised that the distorted sound was coming from Bernice! I was thinking: What is she playing man!? Doesn't sound like part of the music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Then I saw Bernice's face. She was playing it so confidently, SO LOUDLY. HAHAHA!! Then I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Yifan was laughing too! For two bars, she was playing.. erm.. I don't know what she was playing.. But luckily, after Bernice realised that me and Yifan were laughing at her and that she was playing wrongly, she came back on track and continued! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ok. Later on, we all asked her what had happened. Then she told us that she had played on the wrong string! And she didn't even realise. OMG LA. So funny!... Lol.. But overall, we were ok. The other groups all sang very beautifully too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Haha.. I'll never forget this man Bernice.. But really, I felt bad for laughing at you. Everyone makes mistakes. But I really couldn't control my laughter.. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-5797080501319792896?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/5797080501319792896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5797080501319792896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5797080501319792896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2466924052492821890</id><published>2009-10-05T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:41:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SsnpMv2QF9I/AAAAAAAAABE/pC7NsZlrLxM/s1600-h/full-moon-night-by-l-u-z-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389094834337224658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SsnpMv2QF9I/AAAAAAAAABE/pC7NsZlrLxM/s320/full-moon-night-by-l-u-z-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I've learned it takes years to build up trust, but only seconds to destroy it. I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain. Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am...isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just be a little kid again. So when life gets tough you can just play pretend. I want to go back to the time when Disney World was the best place to be. When the only movies you could see were rated G. When your biggest problem was learning to write your name and people didn't change...and your friends were the same. And every time you were sad or you had a bad day. You could just run to mummy and it would all be okay. I wanna go back to no hurt...and no pain...just laughter. When everyone always lives happily ever after... Sigh.. Grow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2466924052492821890?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2466924052492821890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-learned-it-takes-years-to-build-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2466924052492821890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2466924052492821890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-learned-it-takes-years-to-build-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SsnpMv2QF9I/AAAAAAAAABE/pC7NsZlrLxM/s72-c/full-moon-night-by-l-u-z-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853849629952797765.post-6324423162031879032</id><published>2009-09-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:21:54.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Ok. It was my sister's birthday yesterday.. So.. Happy Birthday Xiao Mei! Haha.. A very funny thing happened to her on Friday. Cause you see, she fell down two weeks ago and her knee was hurt real badly. Then, after her knee had recovered, SHE FELL DOWN AGAIN!! ON THE SAME SPOT SOMEMORE!! Hahaha... omg.. I'm so evil.. Laughing at her like that. But she's like damn suay la.. Lols.. So I kept laughing at her.. And she got very angry.. Haha.. Serves her right.. Being so rude and all.. Lols.. Haix.. That was the only thing that made me laugh.. Very depressing lately.. So many unhappy things.. Hmm.. I feel very bad for not being there for you. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The girl with the broken smile-I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;I am confused. Very confused.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-6324423162031879032?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/6324423162031879032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6324423162031879032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6324423162031879032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-6837556369942545877</id><published>2009-08-25T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:18:00.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... I have one week's MC.. Hmm.. Quite sad leh.. I'm starting to miss school and haha yes, my crazy freinds and her... Actually I'm suppose to be happy. No need to go school for one whole week.. Haha.. Get to miss tests somemore.. Aiyo.. What am I talking about.. I am happy! Muahaha.. For the past few days, I've been sleeping and sleeping.. Practically doing nothing. Hahaha... If only I had two week's MC.. &lt;br /&gt;Ms Quek called me TWICE on Sunday.. I was really sick at that time. Then she spoke to my mum about my performance in school.. Very bad. I know. Good thing I was asleep when she called.. haha.. My fever was very high, 39.7.. Now I'm feeling fine already and my fever subsided.. I can attend school but... I find it a pity to waste my one week's MC.. Besides, I've not fully recovered yet.. haha I feel so evil.. Oh and many thanks to everyone for your care and concern. I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Now this short paragraph shall be dedicated to Faith. The horny one. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Faith, I think you're super cool! You're also HOT and SEXY and you sink balls(netballs) like no others!! Faith!! ILY!! Hahahahs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-6837556369942545877?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/6837556369942545877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6837556369942545877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6837556369942545877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-1588422278438602746</id><published>2009-08-03T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:10:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;First, I would like to wish Chuwen a very Happy Birthday! ok.. Erm.. Today's composing test was ok.. And I seriously hate mondays now cause of M.E.P. No actually its because of E.T. I have to endure one and a half hours of her lesson... Haha ok.. Today we played table tennis for P.E and it was super fun. Me and Joanne were practicing hitting the ball and then I got bored and started smacking it. Lol. Then she needs to run after it every few seconds. Hahahaha... I'm so evil.. Joanne won't be coming tomorrow cause of her piano exam. Which means that she'll be leaving me alone for the fifth time this term. So bad right.. Anyway, All the best Joanne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh by the way, I did go to farewell after all. I skipped my jap class for it and it was totally worth it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got to hug her twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok. Now this paragraph will be dedicated to my senior, Carmen. Since she insisted me to do so. Yupyup. She's a very nice senior and the craziest I've seen so far. So, she dragged me and Joanne up to her class after school and gave us each a cookie which she claimed that she baked it personally. Haha. Of course I didn't believe it. It tasted too good and it was really cute. Lol.. Anyway, Thank you Carmen! ILY! Haha. This is the picture of the cookie. so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365691527777678498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-1588422278438602746?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/1588422278438602746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-would-make-this-post-short-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1588422278438602746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1588422278438602746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-would-make-this-post-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SnbEBA-C9KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QkZF-NIfYiY/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853849629952797765.post-8009546554706231832</id><published>2009-07-30T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:28:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Today was a rather bad day. This morning during maths test, oh.. I totally screwed that paper. During the test I asked Ms Quek something and of course she replied. She was standing beside me and suddenly, splash splash splash. She spat on me. Seriously man.. Ms Quek has alot of saliva. I was like OMG, EWW. I could clearly see three big droplets on my right arm and my test paper also kena. Haix.. So Joanne offered me tissue and blahblah.. Thanks Joanne. Ok.. That's that. After recess my energy was like drained. I was so damn tired.. Don't know why. And so I was having my sian look. They thought I was emo-ing and asked me whether I'm alright and told me to smile.. ok.. yea. Thanks. AFTER SCHOOL. (This really got me damn pissed.) I went down to the MEP room to practice duet with my senior and E.T was there too. Everything wasn't ok. When we were done practicing, she was reprimanding me because of Tuesday's misunderstanding. It was really no big deal. I didn't see why she should get so uptight. I was already exhausted and she starts ******** around.. Wth... Couldn't take it. So I had no choice but to swallow her stupid nonsense. Furthermore, She got that stupid angry face, so I had decided to apologise. THEN YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID?!?! " SORRY NO CURE.. blahblah.." WTF LA. What kind of teacher is she man.. I was so damn pissed with her.. Wanted to slap her there and then. SIGH. Hate her.. Bleah.. This day sucks.. I'm sure tomorrow wont be any better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-8009546554706231832?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/8009546554706231832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-rather-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8009546554706231832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8009546554706231832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-rather-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-1068366805614920481</id><published>2009-07-29T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:15:59.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello! Ok.. So I had this M.E.P performance last Thursday and it was.. ok. Lol. The people in my group were very nice! Oh and that Bernice kept laughing at me 'cause I was the smallest and shortest. So I kept arguing with her and emphasized that I was the youngest so of course yea.. you get it. Anyway, this term is even more boring than the first two. So sian luh.. Lessons have been very very boring. Now I know why Elise can just fall asleep like that. Lol. Oh.. Today I got my chinese test' results and its like so sucky. Then I realised that I always get the same mark for my chinese test. As in seriously ALWAYS the same. Haix.. Now I feel super guilty cause I'm gonna miss the Sec4 farewell party.. Haix.. My apologies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My life is boring to the max. Give me some excitement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-1068366805614920481?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/1068366805614920481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1068366805614920481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1068366805614920481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2362434958810568560</id><published>2009-07-08T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:55:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Heyhey. Back to school a week ago.. So damn sian luh.. Oh, and last week was damn horrible. All the lessons were like, ugh. And the stupid change of timetable was even ugh-er. Well, yesterday I had to go to this leadership thingy and it was quite ok. The best part was when Beverly had to do a forfeit. We played this brain game( I admit, was quite confusing) and obviously she lost and had to do a forfeit. Poor Beverly, she was like the only one from Loyalty. So she, along with nine others had to walk down the so-called aisle between us. Once they reach the front they had to do a pose. Beverly did an emo pose. Ohoh and the coach was damn cool, he let us take pictures of them doing it. Yea, so I got a nice shot of Beverly, actually all of them. Cause I took a video instead. Hmm.. Should I post it?.. Lol. Then after that we did some other stuff and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;This morning I was damn unlucky. I woke up later then usual so I was a little late. Then, when I got downstairs, the car wont start. So I rushed to the bus-stop. But then I just nice missed the bus. So I had to wait for another 5 to 10mins. I reached school at about 7.3+am and got booked. Sigh.. school sucks man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2362434958810568560?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2362434958810568560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyhey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2362434958810568560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2362434958810568560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2980977260104436383</id><published>2009-06-20T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:06:50.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAG ME TO HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Just caught the 9.20pm show at AMKhub, "DRAG ME TO HELL". I'd give the show three thumbs up if I had three thumbs. The show was a real heart-stopper. Every moment of suspension really scares you. Well, the movie was very disgusting too. There was one scene where the main lead, Christine Brown, was struggling to get out of the grasp of the old lady and she started stappling the lady's face. Then after banging and such, the old gypsy lady's dentures fell out and she starts biting Christine's chin. Then the old lady's sticky and gooey saliva starts dripping all over the poor girl's face. Man, totally GROSS. There was also other disgusting parts where the old lady's face was like, sick. Her face damn scary. So this old lady puts this curse on Christine and the evil goat spirit called Lamia, I think, starts tormenting her for three days before she finally gets drag down to the firery depths of hell to burn for all eternity. Why did she put the curse on her? Well, it all started with the old lady going to the bank, which is also Christine's work place, to ask the bank for some time to raise money for her mortgage. Christine didn't permit her to do so when she actually could, due to her selfishness and wanting to impress her boss by making tough decisions to get that promotion which she has been eyeing on for a very long time. The old lady begged her and totally made a disgrace out of herself. But still, no extension for her. Yup, the old lady was furious and thus, place the curse on her. The old lady died the next day. What's the moral of the story? NEVER EVER OFFEND AN OLD LADY. Especially if she's a gypsy. Most importantly, be kind and not selfish. Lol.. Now old ladies simply freaks me out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2980977260104436383?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2980977260104436383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2980977260104436383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2980977260104436383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell.html' title='DRAG ME TO HELL'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-2374398493822042473</id><published>2009-06-10T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:44:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRING CAMP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Home Sweet Home... I'm finally back from camp. Camp was very fun! The games were ok and dinner was great! Oh and another thing, we don't get hurried when we bathed. So we could take our time to scrub ourselves clean without people banging and shouting at your door! We bathed around 5.45pm and when everyone finished, it was already 7+pm. Then, after bathing, we all walked to Macdonalds' for our dinner. After that, around 8.30pm, we all walked back to school and got ready for the movies. But first, we have to brush our teeth. So a group of us, Yifan, Bernice, Joanne, Hui En, Sonia and I went to the toilet together.( The sec1 toilet) It was very dark and we couldn't see anything at the end of the corridor. So we were like damn frightened and unfortunately, we did not bring any torchlight. Then Yifan and I decided to go ahead first to switch on the lights. It was damn scary! Lol.. Yea. So when the light was switched on we all started taking turns to brush our teeth. (We used the teachers' toilet instead as it was nearer.) Later, when it was movie time, some of us watched Ice princess while the others watched a different movie at the other MEP room. The movie was smashing! Love all the figure skaters and their skating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;At around 11+pm, the movie ended and it was time to sleep. Alot of people were snoring but there was one that snored quite loudly. Lol.. So as usual, I couldn't fall asleep. So I started sms-ing Elise and Charis. I eventually fell asleep at 2.30am but was awoken by Yifan at 5.00am. Bernice was awoken by her too. But then they later fell asleep again. I only went back to my sleep one hour later and then woke up again half an hour later. Sadly, I couldn't fall asleep so I lay there till 7.15am and then went to brush my teeth. So later we ate cereal for breakfast and played another game which is about solving some murder case. Then we did some other stuff and The End. String Camp was a hell lot of fun! Can't wait for the next one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2374398493822042473?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2374398493822042473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/string-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2374398493822042473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2374398493822042473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/string-camp.html' title='STRING CAMP!'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-3126033031425344843</id><published>2009-06-08T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:59:54.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heyys!! Enjoying my June Holiday now and have not started on my homework.. So slack. Went to cut my hair on Saturday, not much difference though, just shorter. Ohoh! Tomorrow’s STRING CAMP!! Yay! Its gonna be real fun! Charis said that we're having a movie marathon at night! There will also be games and blah.. and we’re having dinner at Macdonalds’! Cool.. Haven’t pack my camp stuff yet.. Haix.. Nothing much to post about.. My life’s damn boring. I think I’ll go pack my stuff now.. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-3126033031425344843?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/3126033031425344843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyys-enjoying-my-june-holiday-now-and_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3126033031425344843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3126033031425344843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyys-enjoying-my-june-holiday-now-and_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-3854522234375322103</id><published>2009-06-08T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:57:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SizgLLBflMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j3VrwFMP6qo/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344893340324172994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SizgLLBflMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j3VrwFMP6qo/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;This is a picture of my school's hall. See the big fan on the ceiling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-3854522234375322103?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/3854522234375322103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-picture-of-my-schools-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3854522234375322103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3854522234375322103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-picture-of-my-schools-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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/_Yz63WcBKfS0/SizgLLBflMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j3VrwFMP6qo/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853849629952797765.post-2971490755823231572</id><published>2009-05-31T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:28:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;WooHoo!!! Its finally the June holidays!! I've been waiting for this month since I've started school in January!! Alright! Big time slacking man! Oh.. Just got back my results three days ago and it sucks. Just as I've expected. Due to over-slacking. And my mum keeps lecturing me! Ugh.. So I shouldn't slack so much mext term for the sake of my ears and grades.. Anyway, on Friday, I went out with ChuWen, Charis, Natasha, Stephanie, Rachel and Beverly. I woke up too early but in the end, I still arrived late. we were supposed to meet at 12pm but I arrived about 15-20mins later. But still, I wasn't the last one to arrive. Later, after lunch, Charis and I went to the arcade to play some games. Boy, was it fun! Then, it was movie time. We went to watch Aliens v.s Monsters, or was it Monsters v.s Aliens? Whatever. The show was kinda funny and entertaining. After the movie Rachel and Beverly had to split, so I continued roaming the streets with the others. Ok..we walked alot, bought some stuff and went home. I was kinda tired from all that walking but, I still have to attend my previous school's(MFPS) 30th Anniversary concert. I met my friends, Brittany and Amanda, at the bus stop right outside the school. It was 7.15pm when we entered. So we made our way to the hall, which was packed with all sorts of people, young, old, weird, whatever. Then we were standing at the back row of seats when I suddenly realise that it was super windy and cooling like never before in my whole six years in that school. Then Amanda looked up and asked,:" Hey! Since when did they insert those big fans?!" We all looked up and saw two gigantic fans spinning. ok, it made the place looked kinda ugly but it certainly is appreciated. Especially on HOT and humid days. Ok, that was that. Later, at the interval,(We spent the first half of the concert sitting in the music room) we went down to the canteen to grab a bite and a drink. Just then, I spotted these two huge vanding machines. Ok. It was really unfair! They upgraded the whole place right after we left the school. Total six new vanding machines, which we never had before, two gigantic new fans in the hall, and they repainted the school, which made it looked newer and nicer. So my friends and I were all like, wth... We didn't really watch the concert 'cause it was erm.. really pathetic.. So we wasted $5 for the tickets. But we managed to see all our old friends and really had fun together, not watching the concert but chatting and catching up on the old times. ohya. I brought my little sister along too. So later, about nine-thirty or so, my little sister and I went home. I bathed and hit the sack... So overall, that day was very fulfilling... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-2971490755823231572?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/2971490755823231572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo-its-finally-june-holidays-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2971490755823231572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/2971490755823231572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohoo-its-finally-june-holidays-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-4022046784180116998</id><published>2009-05-21T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:34:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That stupid forfeit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hello world! I haven't post like in a very long time.. well, this term has been very.. horrible.. My grades, ever since I sat next to beverly, dropped like crazy! Especially my science.. Haha.. probably because i wasn't listening at the back.. Its soo hard to concentrate!&lt;/span&gt; And today is the suay-est day ever! omg.. It was drama and we played a stupid game.. i lost so i had to do the stupid forfeit together with Joyce and Sheryl. The stupid forfeit was to spell/write your name with your butt. Gosh.. It was downright embarrassing! Then everyone started making alot of noise and then Miss Natalie, our drama teacher told me to go first. I was stupid enough to go forward and do it. So everyone started clapping and cheering. Pamela started spelling my name outloud: W.E.I.L.I.N.G and i, with much hesitation started.. sigh.. moving my butt. Argh! It was agonizing!(i think i heard some laughter at that time) Woe is me.. and FINALLY ITS OVER! I was overjoyed! But my head was spinning from the humiliation i suffered. Lol.. Then Yifan started talking nonsense say my butt very qiao.. ugh.. That's not all, Joyce and Sheryl didn't had to do it at the end cause of the time constrain! ARGH!! Damn.. I feel cheated.. Lol.. But its alright. Sooner or later everyone is gonna forget that i ever did that..i hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-4022046784180116998?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/4022046784180116998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-stupid-forfeit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4022046784180116998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4022046784180116998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-stupid-forfeit.html' title='That stupid forfeit!'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-4174287880609415130</id><published>2009-04-07T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:16:19.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It has been a long time since I've last posted.. Alot of things happened.. Haha.. New term.. And yea. Sitting next to Beverly. And who would have guessed, its kind of amusing. Its downright FUN to torture her! Lol.. Especially during Maths.. So pity her, its a long way till the next term. Kudos to Beverly for being able to stand me and my horrible puns. Oh! And she's a great entertainer!(Only during boring lessons) and I found out many weaknesses of hers which is, an advantage to me. Muahaha... Her sides are a great place to poke, and you will see her jumping out of her seat. She's afraid of sharp objects.. Blahblah.. To sum it all up, sitting next to her is real fun and I can never pay attention in class. My grades confirm drop.. Haix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-4174287880609415130?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/4174287880609415130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-been-long-time-since-ive-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4174287880609415130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4174287880609415130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-been-long-time-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-17782362010694045</id><published>2009-03-06T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:17:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haix.. Today's violin exam was horrible.. Don't even know if I can pass. Well, what's done is done.. Anyway, I'm very happy that this horrible day is going to end.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-17782362010694045?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/17782362010694045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/03/haix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/17782362010694045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/17782362010694045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/03/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-8181742444453655834</id><published>2009-02-28T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:04:54.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today I went to the Science Center together with 1Faith and 1Grace. It was rather fun. We got to play with cool equipments like the micropipette and other stuff. We also played with bacteria and their DNA. It was so cool. Haha.. We had to wear lab coats and gloves before we could do anything. The gloves stink.. as usual.. and there were powdery substances after we removed them.. After we were dismissed, we went to Mcdonalds and had ice cream. Just outside Mcdonalds was a little fountain where you can play. Then there was this little guy running around and playing in there NUDE.. STARK NAKED. Nothing on him. No covering at all!.. Ewww... Could see his little thing.. ARGH! SO disgusting! And his father was just standing there taking pictures of him.. Lol.. Then my friends kept looking and laughing.. Haha.. Then I took pictures of the dinosaur which was at the entrance.. Very nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-8181742444453655834?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/8181742444453655834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-went-to-science-center-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8181742444453655834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/8181742444453655834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-went-to-science-center-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-1683622702350942883</id><published>2009-02-14T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:05:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow.. Its been like so long since I've last posted.. I've just received the date of my violin exam.. 6th March.. Not much time left. And I think I'm gonna fail. I dont even know the scales! Dont need to mention aural.. Haix.. Anyway.. Happy Valentines' Day to everyone!! Love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-1683622702350942883?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/1683622702350942883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1683622702350942883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1683622702350942883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines&apos; Day'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-5544213824851170701</id><published>2009-01-25T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:05:52.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th Birthday!/ Cny's eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay! I'm finally 13! Another year older. And every year is the same old thing. Cakes, dinner, whatever.. Haix.. Always the same.. But its better than not having anything at all.. Nothing else to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-5544213824851170701?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/5544213824851170701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/13th-birthday_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5544213824851170701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5544213824851170701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/13th-birthday_25.html' title='13th Birthday!/ Cny&apos;s eve'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-3328416255497570146</id><published>2009-01-24T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:06:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My cousin just treated me to a feast, celebrating my birthday which is just few minutes away.. Yay! I'm turning 13! Lol.. Chinese New Year is around the corner and I'm looking forward to the ang baos.. Blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-3328416255497570146?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/3328416255497570146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cousin-just-treated-me-to-feast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3328416255497570146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/3328416255497570146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cousin-just-treated-me-to-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-1752640563385661289</id><published>2009-01-23T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:06:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today's celebration was a real bore. Should have stayed in bed longer..lol.. It was real nice of them to treat us to ice-cream, which was the only thing I had enjoyed.. I went back to my primary school and met up with my old friends and teachers.. They have really change alot..And the most fustrating thing was, almost all of my friends were taller then me! ARGH!!!... I only grew 1cm since last year.. 1CM ONLY!! Haix.. But its better than not growing at all.. Had a great time there.. My birthday's only two days away.. And I wasnt' expecting any gifts from my friends but surprisingly, I received three from Rachael, Beverly and Pamela.. I really really appreciate it. I don't know how to express my gratitude but anyway.. Thank you all so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-1752640563385661289?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/1752640563385661289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-celebration-was-real-bore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1752640563385661289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/1752640563385661289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-celebration-was-real-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-7513069476027062623</id><published>2009-01-14T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:23:28.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm sick and feeling real miserable.. Didnt' attend school today.. Haha.. In my primary school, whenever I was absent, my friends would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;probably think I overslept.. So did my teachers.(Well, I did oversleep on some occasions.. But not always!) Lol.. Its been awhile since I've last posted.. Too lazy I guess.. I've made a couple of new friends, Rachael&amp;amp;Beverly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt; during the camp on 9 Jan,fri to 10 Jan,sat. lol.. Cute friends.. The camp was fun and the PSLs were like, awesome!.. Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-7513069476027062623?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/7513069476027062623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick-and-feeling-real-miserable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/7513069476027062623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/7513069476027062623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick-and-feeling-real-miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-5359637348747929377</id><published>2009-01-02T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:36:32.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today is the first day of school in CHIJ St. Nicholas. What an exhausting day it was.. The school compound is very big and complicated.. If not for the senior girls there, I would be hopelessly lost.. Many new faces and a few familiar faces I've seen today.. well, so far so good. Hope everything goes well for the rest of my days at St. Nicks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-5359637348747929377?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/5359637348747929377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-first-day-of-school-in-chij-st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5359637348747929377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5359637348747929377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-first-day-of-school-in-chij-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-6015412109814322228</id><published>2008-12-31T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:33:32.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is the last day of 2008.. Time passes real fast.. And to think i was working my head of for PSLE.. Now its all over. Goodbye 2008, hello 2009.. Haix.. Now begins a new chapter of our lives.. mysteries to be unraveled in time.. For what the future beholds? I do not know.. sigh.. Time to make new friends in our new school.. Good ones, i hope.. Missing you all always.. Meet up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-6015412109814322228?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/6015412109814322228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6015412109814322228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/6015412109814322228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-933636351201081185</id><published>2008-12-25T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:03:56.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow.. had a great time yesterday at my aunts house celebrating christmas.. well.. its a little late but, Merry Christmas everyone!!! Meet up soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-933636351201081185?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/933636351201081185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/933636351201081185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/933636351201081185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-4932078851951890406</id><published>2008-12-24T00:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:09:37.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i went to see bolt in 3D today and it was nice.. the dog's cute.. and i felt sick after eating too much popcorn... my brother's giving me stiches singing his sick remix of 'pretty woman'.. LOL!! Well, nothing much today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-4932078851951890406?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/4932078851951890406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-to-see-bolt-in-3d-today-and-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4932078851951890406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/4932078851951890406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-to-see-bolt-in-3d-today-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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-5853849629952797765.post-5726740032191142473</id><published>2008-12-23T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:15:03.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;today i started my blog which my brother insisted i should... i went insane just trying to post this stupid idiotic thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i went to watch twilight with my friends at AMKhub which was rather disappointing. The beginning was average, some parts in the middle were boring.. and i would give the ending three thumbs down if i had three thumbs.. the book was way nicer.. more details.. i hope the sequel(if there is) will be much more exciting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5853849629952797765-5726740032191142473?l=weiling-rules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/feeds/5726740032191142473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/ddadds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5726740032191142473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5853849629952797765/posts/default/5726740032191142473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiling-rules.blogspot.com/2008/12/ddadds.html' title=''/><author><name>Weiling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269833132862346039</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>
