<?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-7981844825182003306</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:10:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm unique;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-331614342513813148</id><published>2008-09-24T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:01:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kichida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please wake up and stop doing whatever you're doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a plea from your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-4658570206852290181</id><published>2008-08-26T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:13:56.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today our presentation went on well until it came to the Q&amp;amp;A part. i think our tutor made the exchange look like a quarrel and everyone was very defensive on their part. i felt like slapping our tutor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-4658570206852290181?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/4658570206852290181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>it's add drop period now, so the whole world wakes up and switches the computer on, proceeds to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARS-&gt;ADD COURSE-&gt;INDEX-&gt;CONFIRM-&gt;NO VACANCY-&gt;REFRESHx300-&gt;TIMEOUT-&gt;REPEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes when everyone's free they just keep repeating that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all cuz there's just too few slots for the damn popular electives... hahaha. im one of those no doubt. who isn't kiasu about trying to get easy electives to pull up the gpa? [after getting owned by astro during special sem]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school officially started for me today. went for career class and forensic science. for forensic science i must say the ny audi is really damn conducive to sleep at. me and bee were the first few to realise we can sit on the 2nd level for a VIP view of the lecture. following that more pple found out too and came up! next time we must go like half an hr earlier i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite an interesting course! but i did doze off halfway due to the comfort of the sofa seat... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got more lectures le! kick start my momentum! heh. and after today's career lesson i guess my resume needs some upgrading. decided to join markethink... hopefully can learn some valuable stuff from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me still trying to bid for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are you okay?&lt;/span&gt; elective! sian. so long still cannot get. when i got my forensic science there was so much motivation. but it's dying down now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolution for the new academic year is to save lots of money! yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/SJlsGe3f8eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJLkvBKdGVw/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/SJlsGe3f8eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJLkvBKdGVw/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231331300788400610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wish dear dear won't have a tough time at work! otherwise everyday shag shag shag =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; join night cycling 08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2884749673556235253?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2884749673556235253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2884749673556235253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2884749673556235253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2884749673556235253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-add-drop-period-now-so-whole-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/SJlsGe3f8eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJLkvBKdGVw/s72-c/DSC00372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-827135096887476091</id><published>2008-06-24T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:25:27.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this vacation is really meaningless. it's considered like my last long vacation that i can find fun temp jobs outside and earn more pocket money. however, the first 1.5 mths was spent studying for another 3AUs which i doubt i'd do very well. the other half spent on slacking cuz i just can't find a job that allows me to commit only for the remaining one month. and i've met with idiotic employers like j.co who totally are not responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then responding to jobscentral sometimes means no reply, OR even so, they tell u there's no more vacancy. jobs at bugis st dun hire if u dun commit to fri, sat, sun altogether. wth. dun they have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now pending is a job at underwater world (the pay is damn high) and another one is a receptionist at dunno where in central area. this receptionist one is good cuz they are looking for temp only up to august. just nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how my parents think. they dun wan me to work. then want me to stay at home. dun let me go out. when im bored they say i could have done sth meaningful to kill time. WHAT? but you din let me do anything meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being an only child means you have to always be at home when ur parents are off work. sheesh. im 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-827135096887476091?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/827135096887476091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=827135096887476091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/827135096887476091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/827135096887476091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-vacation-is-really-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3201993706500550368</id><published>2008-06-18T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:36:33.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just had my wisdom tooth surgery ytd. my gosh it was traumatising. not that it was painful cuz the anesthetic din work, more cuz thye dentist was like demolishing all my molars. that kind of feeling. u know all the tools and she starts fixing the teeth like doing some carpentering job. heh. halfway thru i felt a bad pain in my gums. think she missed a spot somewhere when she injected the anesthetic. so she gave me a second one. all the anesthetic din wear off until 5 hours later. after i fell asleep i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only ate half a cup of large size mash potato from kfc =P it sure tasted better than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear made me so upset last night. he din understand my plight and the pressure i had to face from my friend ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and mr chew officially gave me my double room back. seriously he rocks la. so nice! shall be a good girl in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had many goodies from macau (((: mainly sasa products (i dunno why i indulge in it when singapore has sasa) but really found out i HEART moschino perfumes (: bought 2 jeans too.... rather cheap considering they're from bossini. bought around 800 g of jelly beans~~ very nice flavours... even bought a jelly bean dispenser. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dear also helped me buy my DREAM T2 SONY CYBERSHOT! ok dear rocks too la although he was so mean last night *sob. he went to IT fair while i wasnt around and helped me get the camera cuz it was at a LOW LOW price. 429 bucks leh. usually selling for 599 bucks. since it's so cheap i've decided..... i will invest in the complimenting camera pouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din manage to find everything i needed on my shopping list in macau, but ended up getting lots of random stuff. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. back to reality, high achievers just cancelled the monday job. im so so upset. just when jco just pangsehed us, not high achievers also. really damn suay when it comes to jobs leh. now i think only joyce gg for the job on monday cuz her sch's one never cancel. poor me and roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently jovan might have some job lobang for us. meanwhile, maybe i'll go ben&amp;amp;jerry instead. directly opposite jco. HMMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway will wee theng kill me if i dun go for nbs senior camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s&lt;/strong&gt; she-who-thinks-she's-so-hot is freaking me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3201993706500550368?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3201993706500550368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=3201993706500550368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3201993706500550368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3201993706500550368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-had-my-wisdom-tooth-surgery-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-2561943042019569321</id><published>2008-06-02T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:29:27.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just finished -wiping- my room floor in hall. sigh. feeling all dusty and dirty but just gonna take a quick break before i go bathe. for the past yr in hall my room never owns a single mop, so i usually just take the dry and wet magiclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always felt that i can get over it just doing that. but now im beginning to think i really really need a real mop cuz it's really not clean enough. then again, this room, unfortunately has so many small hollow corners that i find it really mop-unfriendly and it's really a bother to clean the room. gosh. how does the cleanest room owner in the whole hall clean his/her room? the desk seems to always accumulate dust at every corner :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been slack recently. found a frontline job at j.co *YAY* along with roomie! hehe. gonna stare at my heaven berry for the next 2 mths until i get sick of it. hehe. but it's like the coolest donut place and i guess i'd be loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna start trial this thurs! pay is low though, as ben&amp;amp;jerry's. hmmm guess i just needa work more hours to make up for the loss! after all raffles city is near amk! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies can never have enough clothes. after you buy sth u like, u wear it once, then after that whenever u go out and u are looking for some clothes, you will always wonder where is the outfit that you really want. not the new ones, surprisingly! all your clothes will amazingly seem unsuitable to wear and you'd be craving to buy sth new again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR IS IT JUST ME?? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm looking for a nice scarf that can keep me warm when i dun feel like wearing so many layers. so it can double as an accessory! lobangs???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2561943042019569321?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2561943042019569321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2561943042019569321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2561943042019569321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2561943042019569321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-just-finished-wiping-my-room-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-1977020612505577577</id><published>2008-05-22T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:59:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm ultimately BROKE. big time. so broke that i can be broken into pieces. =\bankrupt in a way. hahaha. not gonna touch my permanent savings... but my expenditure bank account is going down down down. it's like, every 2 days have to go out and then end up needing to spend up to 20 bucks for one meal. now everyday im so tempted to take fast food or some set meals. then each meal would cost up to 10 bucks =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money withdrawn almost everyday. the bank acct goes down, but my weight goes up =( damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start working soon! saturday there's one survey job. heard it's really tough and i need to thicken my skin with x layers of oil. not that i wanna go fat though. grrr. wonder when the facil job will start. hope it's frequent. any ideas how to get one more job that is a full day thing but can do some days of the week one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the high achievers training session was not bad. my training group was great! there's this girl called cheryl. damn amazing. her energy level is like always there and she's damn cute. she's coming into nbs in the 08/09 semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so broke, yet i've so many online shopping desires. this feeling is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-1977020612505577577?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/1977020612505577577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=1977020612505577577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1977020612505577577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1977020612505577577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-ultimately-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-7880275893067022739</id><published>2008-05-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:57:01.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's her problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-7880275893067022739?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/7880275893067022739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=7880275893067022739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7880275893067022739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7880275893067022739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-her-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-1162907103598573906</id><published>2008-05-09T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:19:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im jealous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak got into P&amp;amp;G for attachment! omg. that's damn prestigious. been dreaming of a P&amp;amp;G attachment ever since i started learning marketing. sigh. i wonder if i'm ever born useful enough to fulfil dreams. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently he's damn zai la!! P&amp;amp;G hardly hires locals. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. target target target... who says marketing is a dumping ground?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-1162907103598573906?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/1162907103598573906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=1162907103598573906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1162907103598573906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1162907103598573906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-jealous-mak-got-into-p-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-296958493005499270</id><published>2008-04-30T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:33:11.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>livejournal online shops rocks! hmmm. wonder where these pple get their supplies of cheap clothes. if i find one i'd start one shop i think. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a job, need to shop, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applied for this camp facilitator job on assignment basis kind. gonna go for the job interview soon! wonder if it's gonna be a tough job not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearr has a single deluxe room now cuz yewei moved out. then some pple from 68 gonna move over to his block i think. cuz one block must be vacated for pre u seminar. HOPE NO ONE GETS ALLOCATED TO HIS ROOM!! i think he's freaking out cuz it may be a stranger, esp.... erm.... ya... u know what i mean. sigh. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i tuition kids? im not confident of my patience and knowledge. lol. but really wanna try it out now. sounds kinda interesting. oh wells. what if i screw their report card. thinking of the weird consequences =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now im a little worried about exam results as well. though i've decided not to pursue too much about jumping over to accountancy, im still worried bout my gpa! geex. im all for marketing now! though there are horrors about the number of presentations, but still i have a feeling b&amp;amp;f is not for me! can't imagine all the calculations. then gonna be in different classes from joyce le :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise this hols i still have no time to go holidays. sigh. special sem. work. foc. how to go? )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-296958493005499270?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/296958493005499270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=296958493005499270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/296958493005499270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/296958493005499270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/livejournal-online-shops-rocks-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5721467905858831178</id><published>2008-04-29T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:54:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. how do i get a job while taking special sem?&lt;br /&gt;adhoc jobs i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;but that expo usher job was gone!&lt;br /&gt;really really sad... it was really quick bucks! but last min no vacancies! wth. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went shopping with joyce and hilda. me and hil bought a bikini for joyce! hahahaa. got myself a blue one lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a job need a job seriously. hahaha. got this upcoming interview for adhoc camp facilitator. but i have a feeling it might be kinda taxing. dunno what it's gonna be like lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-5721467905858831178?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/5721467905858831178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=5721467905858831178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5721467905858831178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5721467905858831178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-2602482582311773204</id><published>2008-04-20T04:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:59:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE COCKROACHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. im damn terrified of them small ones big ones flying ones. got bitten by one when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are brown and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully my house has been kinda cockroach free for the past few yrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now was like watching movie on my lappie at 4am.... then i was stunned when i saw a cockroach creeping around in the living room okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine!!! everyone's asleep except me... TRAUMATISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant just let it go cuz later crawl upstairs how!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so took a nearest transparent capped container and started chasing it. still very traumatised. ive never led myself go near a roach before... imagine chasing it!! DISGUSTING. eeeee. missed it the first time and it hid under the sofa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved the sofa and made it come out. still traumatised and standing on the table already. then chased it again and finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. im gonna get nightmares. i still hate cockroaches. cant believe i ever had to do whatever i just did. damn er xinnnnn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2602482582311773204?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2602482582311773204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2602482582311773204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2602482582311773204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2602482582311773204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-cockroaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3295059413653611837</id><published>2008-04-17T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:26:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fwah fwah fwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my ob paper ytd. totally disappointing. decided to skip a 15 mks qn cuz i was taking too much time and it was too difficult. and i was way behind time. so when i went on to the next qn (which was 5 mks), it was actually linked to the qn i skipped. so. have to skip it as well. out of time, out of time... rushed all the way and at the end of it, had no time to go back to the 2 qns. sick. left 20 mks blank. shitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye A for OB.. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i know what it means to be open book for this sem already. u bring everything, but you'll never get to flip ur notes. textbook yes, for models and theories, but i guess you'll only use it like 3% of the time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and studying textbook also no use. ultimately you'll still have to apply ur ans using general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i know already, i kinda slackened on my read up for marketing! oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways dear dun be upset! im sure you'll do well for other papers one! dun be pissed by this accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia you everyoneeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. i love firefox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3295059413653611837?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3295059413653611837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=3295059413653611837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3295059413653611837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3295059413653611837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/fwah-fwah-fwah.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5630230256486442845</id><published>2008-04-14T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:05:27.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much for the uncensored post. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well today marks another one of the days where i mug in lounge with the usual peeps. but dunno why im getting a bit off momentum reading the ob and marketing texts... whatever i read today seems to go in thru my eyes and then come out thru my ears. doesn't seem to digest much it seems =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, had insomnia ytd. absolutely dunno why. im sure i was really very shagged. wanted to sleep. but went i lay still in bed, i realised i couldnt stay still! had to move my legs and all but just felt really uneasy lying on the bed. hence i began my online retail therapy again all the way till 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. exams has really brought negativities to my body alarm. too early cannot sleep. this time it's worse than ih period. dunno what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i get hungry easily and i crave for weird stuff! im still craving for my carrot cake black. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way ob exam is in 2 freaking days! omg. dunno what to expect. not nervous, just afraid my ideas can't flow on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im super pressured to pull up my gpa this sem :( i must really do it or else i cant change course already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-5630230256486442845?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/5630230256486442845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=5630230256486442845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5630230256486442845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5630230256486442845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-much-for-uncensored-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8583138806389600589</id><published>2008-04-10T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:39:18.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you lingerie thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck your sick head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck your rotten hands for taking my bras away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fuck ur evil face now for taking my underwear out of the washing machine and pocketing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck ur sick sick brain. seriously. what's wrong with you. and your stupid fetish for pierre cardin lingerie. all my favourites. you mean it's your favourite too? omg. then go buy them yourself la. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever see ur fucking face one day i'll just make a cat shit on it. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8583138806389600589?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8583138806389600589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8583138806389600589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8583138806389600589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8583138806389600589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8355132226610753356</id><published>2008-04-05T14:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:42:26.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sp.sony-asia.com/media/45/22253"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="145" alt="" src="http://sp.sony-asia.com/media/45/22253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this!!!! *salivating furiously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in primary school i could spend hours in front of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in jc i could spend hours in front of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im in uni, i could spend hours sleeping despite exams coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah. rah rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think radiation really burns your brain cells. im very restless these days. like i know im supposed to be studying but when i open up my textbook my mind will fly away. then i'd look up the online shopping sites despite knowing some lack of updates. then i'll surf facebook yet still now updating either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of staying over in hall next weekend. focus. focus. must pull up my GPA this sem. must change over to accountancy. or i really dunno what specialisation to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys been catching the ch8 9pm show? it's really funny! been catching it from ep 1 on mobtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking at dear's old blog just now and realised he was smitten by a taiwanese cutie before. haha. dunno how i should feel. it's like me being smitten to zax in my sec 4 days. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently i've been craving for the following snacks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) japanese fishcakes from jp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)subway tuna sub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)smelly beancurd from lau pa sat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)rice wine dumpling dessert from lau pa sat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hungry hungry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8355132226610753356?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8355132226610753356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8355132226610753356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8355132226610753356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8355132226610753356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-was-in-primary-school-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8036583277675351236</id><published>2008-04-01T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:59:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember when was the last time i saw xx. but i remember that i din wanna remember xx... and over the months that lingering feeling has completely disappeared... so much so that i dunno what to say to xx. neither did i feel like talking to xx cuz it's so awkward and xx is like a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today we talked and i came to know that xx has changed. in some ways, but xx's future academic prospect is gonna be something so near to where i am now... all of a sudden i feel excited to know xx all over again... not like the past, but more like a friend... because xx is doing something so familiar to me... ALL TOO FAMILIAR... so much that i can't believe xx is gonna take this step instead of his initial academic plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it again, i dunno how m i gonna handle seeing xx again. will it be misunderstood? i've never felt excited knowing a friend all over again before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8036583277675351236?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8036583277675351236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8036583277675351236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8036583277675351236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8036583277675351236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/04/xx-i-cant-remember-when-was-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3246762552151528967</id><published>2008-03-29T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:48:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for the concern people!&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy does wonders.... recently bought back 5 pieces of bras from the BHG sale... damn funky la the colours. hahaa damn cool. and DAMN CHEAP! never gonna hang it outside again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis recently and also bought another 3 pairs of fruits and vege series ear studs. the BEST THING is that the carrot one that i lost, is finally selling at bugis again! the other time when i lost it, i went back to buy and they dun sell it anymore... now it's back ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought another tee that says i love shopping. with a rainbow. hahaa. so cute. and bought my skinny black jeans, although kena ripped off la. by 3 bucks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, all these shopping made my wardrobe complete again! happy happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3246762552151528967?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3246762552151528967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>dear world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've changed. and i dun like this change. i remember how i used to be super enthusiastic around hall... wanting to know and interact with more people... can't stop socialising and knowing pple i din use to know... and all... as well in sch... even though i wasnt very shou2 with venom i still tried to interact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet after ih... i see a totally different me. i see my momentum coming to an awkward halt... i din know what to talk to my close friends in hall about alr. i felt like i lost connection within the 2 mths. they are talking things that i dun catch cuz i haven been around. and i dunno how to entertain some people anymore cuz like we are having different interests and im constantly tired and worried if i got work to catch up so i return to my room frequently. this is especially so during my peak period of presentations... always had to stay in sch till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so different. i feel damn antisocial now... like even if i see familiar pple i dunno what to say anymore... it seems like as that feeling builds up, the more i feel so. i kinda stopped opening up cuz im lost. no more sense of security. i seem to be comfortable only with 1 or 2 pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. what the hell is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno whether i shld run for jcrc again. i think i lost that energy in hall already u know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-704559689176740962?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/704559689176740962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=704559689176740962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/704559689176740962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/704559689176740962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-world-i-think-ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3702635672623568430</id><published>2008-03-18T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:35:57.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing fine now finally after a week of intensely hectic schedule. meetings, 4 (-1) presentations, lotsa OB, not doing tutorials, and CAB. woah. i feel exhilarated finishing that week and still being in one piece. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentations went smoothly, although not as impressive as i hoped they were. coming up this week would be me catching up on statistics and hopefully doing tutorials which i haven been consistently completing because Dr Yee doesnt give a shit about it every tutorial. like the past 2 wks i've been skipping his tutorials cuz i absolutely gain nth out of it. in fact today as im blogging now i just completing a chapter of stats. heh. his job you know, every lesson is to say, "allright, any questions? if not, next group come present." like that i can be a tutor too. and earn the big bucks from everyone's sch fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about mkting and ob, i really dunno how to study for exams. dunno what to expect as well. is it just reading and reading... and for ob, chi ching says we need additional insights from out of the textbook in our ans our we might get C for our ob. gawd. other classes said their tutors never said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other day after my grp presented for ob chi ching asked the class, "gosh, this class has a very high std in presentation *fights back tears* i really want to know, m i pressurising you guys too much? becuz you are all putting way too much effort in ur stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course everyone was like oh no la no la... but OBVIOUSLY. we are DAMN PRESSURED BY HER DEMANDING STD AND EVERY GRP TRIES TO BREAK THE MKT EVERY WK. she's like the kind of tutor you cld IMpossibly ask for. one move slower during the add/drop period and you're gone for that sem. you get chi ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi ching loves teaching. that's our fav line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back onto online shopping again. that day ryan intro-ed me this webbie to see if there's any nice clothes. i found one and happily placed my orders. then 10 mins later on msn he told me that his fren asked him if i bought clothes from that webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that shop is opened by his senior. my gawd. and she was like woah, next time must mention kw's gf then can get discount. oh rights. hahaha. i thought it's pretty funny. unknowingly i bought clothes from his fren. and he din even realise that shop is set up by his fren sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway since she offered goodwill for my future purchases, shall advertise her site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulmotif.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://soulmotif.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys watched Rule #1? it may not seem like the usual horror you see during previews, but you gotta watch it. it's really freaky. at extreme points of the movie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i've been craving for fries and mayo everyday. transfats. argh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know im suddenly damn glad i paid a bit more attention in maths class in aj. it does come in handy during stats module now, i kinda dun have to focus so much while studying for it. maybe just a quick scan will do. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i've become a bit distant from the usual peeps i used to be close to in hall. guess sometimes the things u gotta do in hall and the decisions you make in life requires some sacrifice ba. but im holding on to the few whom i really trust a lot... like horny and some others. im not the type that can constantly have the energy to sustain the r/s with frens unless i have a lot to tell them. sad right. wish i cld be like my roomie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. here's a secret i shall share. sarah is my secret hot date! LOL. i think she has forgotten about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3702635672623568430?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3702635672623568430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=3702635672623568430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3702635672623568430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3702635672623568430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-world-im-doing-fine-now-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-2931083659494151440</id><published>2008-03-08T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:56:25.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gee... a relationship is like a sinusoidal (how do you spell that already) curve... all the lovey dovey stuff goes on at the beginning and it makes you happy, like fairy tale like that... then later soon things will die down cuz after all how can people have enough energy to impress and be high all the time? that would be so tiring. i know that, yet, i cant help feeling slightly disappointed when it happens. ): and because i hate it to happen, i try to put in more effort to show you even more love! haha. i love the courting times. sigh. not like you're no longer sweet anymore. probably the surprise and excitement dies down. so sad! ): i'll try harder to keep the sparks flying (then fun ma)... hope you will too! LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2931083659494151440?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2931083659494151440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2931083659494151440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2931083659494151440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2931083659494151440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/03/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3379428371478382528</id><published>2008-02-26T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:05:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recess week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what recess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means a week of waking up late and then piahing all my laggy work and preparing presentations. damn. presentations after presentations, marketing, OB, stats, electives. omg. then comm fund is coming up next. argh. but seriously, the most stressing one is OB. chi ching and her high expectations. oh oh and the legendary OB assignment is here already. the one everyone in the previous sem has been talking about... that assignment where you have to look at 2 salvador dali art pieces and then write up to 12 pages abt how you can apply OB techniques looking at these pics. damn crapppyyyyyyy. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stats is pulling me down! still rmb tutorial 1 stats was so ABC i refused to do the tutorial cuz it insults our intelligence. now come the management science part of stats im totally lost sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of people in block 72 has gone for the KL trip already ): so sad. wanna go but cant. was barely at home for the past 3 months so naturally my parents kinda refused to let me go overseas with friends. argh argh argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully these days i've got a pot of honey by my side. =P hehe. love ya always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3379428371478382528?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3379428371478382528/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-6689357960469563970</id><published>2008-02-17T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:05:06.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never imagined this semester to be filled with events almost all 5 days of my every week... and come to think of it, it's been 6 weeks into the start of a new semester and im still not focusing on studies. rather, every afternoon it's project discussion, then hall activities all the way into the night. be it talentime, ibg, jh.... last month was cheerleading. thought this mth can rest already but every night there's sure some events one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. ob and marketing still allright, no need to study mathematical stuff. stats wor, it's killing me. wth is decision analysis and linear programming really really about i dunno. argh. and we got a very slack tutor that i dun learn anyth from his tutorials ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talentime is coming up soon, i do hope on the day i dun let alvin, kelly and jiayu down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and did i mention, after my last training, my laptop's speakers cannot play music anymore. only when i plug in ear phones i can hear sounds thru it. dear says the soundcard on the motherboard is loose. cousin says there's sth wrong with the earphone jack, causing the speaker to mute as though a earphone is plugged in even though it's not. actually i kinda agree cuz it was right after that day when we plugged in the loud stereo speakers to my laptop. and i remember my earphone jack was tampered with a little =x. grrr alvinnnnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i now realised the importance of speakers. i cant listen to music while in bed already! *sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geee. i just wish i dun need to be at every event on my schedule so i can concentrate on studying, and mingling with blk 72. and more time with dear. help help.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way congrats to hall 15!! we made it to the 8th place in overall ranking for IHG eventually! it was a really big jump from 15th position as reported in jan on nanyang tribune! thanks to all the faithful players, esp softball and squash, and the runners in hall! you guys really pushed our position up a lot thru ur wonderful results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgeting the ball games players... even though we tried so hard but lady luck wasnt on our side, we had fun as a team!! thanks to all so see ya at colours award k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-6689357960469563970?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/6689357960469563970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoever reads this blog must have really POWERFUL eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my entries are totally white ants if i dun paragraph them enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. you know the feeling when all seems so perfect when u suddenly find a small flaw, a disturbing one? and you cant help but feel a bit insecure abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg. suann dun let your scars fly back to you again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2434296011858814708?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2434296011858814708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2434296011858814708' title='0 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because there's nothing to hide... and im really touched by this romance i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been sleeping with the clouds above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been lonely for so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trapped in the past i just can't seem to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all i wanna do is find the way back into love..&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/7981844825182003306-3125088811796057460?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3291066510302842883</id><published>2008-02-06T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:09:59.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are the things i haven seen in hall and home for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) clubbing dress x1&lt;br /&gt;2) AJC FBTs x2&lt;br /&gt;3) undergarment x5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe they are stolen in hall. arghs. where else can they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shucks. heartbreak. esp my bras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3291066510302842883?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-7098259530515610988</id><published>2008-01-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:16:19.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-7098259530515610988?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/7098259530515610988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=7098259530515610988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7098259530515610988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7098259530515610988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhhh-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-7836443434294397186</id><published>2008-01-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:27:23.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last new year's eve i remember i was at wine company sinking alcohol down my throat. not bingeing (im not a drunkard la please), but more like... what you call "drowning sorrows" i guess. my mind was filled with &lt;em&gt;a relationship that just turned sour&lt;/em&gt;. very depressing way to past my year into 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, in 2007, my whole life changed. i switched to working at sentosa, my best working experience thus far, made new friends, learnt new PR skills, enjoyed the island life, working extreme shifts and free luge rides ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began to take more control over my wardrobe, shopped almost every cent of my salary. hahas. did a great makeover to myself i guess, began being more image conscious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt about life out of school, the nasty things, the coolest things and how to be a people's person (till now i'm still learning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then entered nbs looking towards seeing new people, learning new subjects... enjoyed every bit of my life in hall, and school and with my various OGs... going thru all the fun events in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, staying with a roomate in hall. independence, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined jcrc, sth which i never thought i'd ever do. amazingly daring to approach strangers and talk to them naturally, mingle around with new people. manging a team of subcomm and having to take the responsibility of hall 15's participation in the interhall games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are learning experiences... in the midst of it all, i grew up more than ever. and how cld i forget, the midnight mugging in hall just to clear our AUs... it's all so different from before~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all, this new year's eve im once again on mild alcohol... watching countdown on tv (the traditional way to pass new yr) and in my mind was a special someone that has changed the way i feel about &lt;em&gt;a relationship that turned sour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7981844825182003306.post-3241103432025281210</id><published>2007-12-30T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:35:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joint hall pple are getting funner and funner.&lt;br /&gt;haha. the other night we raided BK and peishan's hall. went to bk's room. although it's fish tank hall, hall 5, the interior of the room used to be a lab, it is actually quite cute. it's like an attic and the bed is lever with the window. when u sit on the bed and stare out of the window there's this paranomic view of hall 1 and the road.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;last night we went tk's room and player indian poker. then whoever loses every round must drink one cup of water cooler water. then the first person to need to go toilet will have to do forfeit. at first i thought i definitely will be damn safe judging from my luck. my gawd. at first it was the same guys that kena. alex, sihan, ryan. thought they 5th cup or so sure need to go toilet liao. I CANT BELIEVE i started to tio every other round. and ended up drinking 5 cups within half an hour. and then rite i still thought girl's bladder supposed to hold pee better than guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas! i started to have goosebumps soon and i cld feel the "urgency" already. tried so hard to hold. hoping alex will go toilet. or even sihan cuz he drank a lot of cups. my gosh. pee really cannot hold one leh. really sucks. i finally gave up and ran to the toilet. haha. ( now i know how wai and wansu used to feel when they hold their bladder during phang phang's lesson last time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, dun ever drink 5 cups of water in half an hour. not only will your face get water retention. u will wanna pee a lot. haha. then my bladder was like aching after that. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we lost to hall 6 softball girls. sigh. i dunno wad to write here anymore. have been upset for a long time thru the afternoon. it was damn close. seriously. and i really cant swallow the fact that i was the one that ended the game. if i had batted further, that crucial point could have been gotten and we might even have won. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but HOHO! the rugby guys were damn power. half the team had no experience, and today was the first time they player rugby. no training before IH at all even for the experienced players. the first match we walked over, then 2nd match hall 9 walked over our hall. 3rd match we were up against hall 6 again and guess what, the rugby guys beat hall 6 sia! it's the one and only match they played the whole day and they scored one try. wow wow wow. then they qualified for quarters!! amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me back to the pain of softball. it was kind of like the most hardworking team that trained every other day. but we din even get into quarters. damn sad leh. badminton is on wed. it's another damn hardworking sport. i really wish they cld get into quarters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched alvin and the chipmunks today! why did some pple say it's boring?? it's damn funny leh. and the chipmunks are damn damn adorable, esp theodore. i dun wan to rear hamsters in hall already. i wanna rear chipmunks! too bad the movie was quite short. it's really a nice show. kept laughing all the way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i bet the "satellite" seniors are reading this entry to check out for gossips again! hahaa. too bad there isn't, just more IH stuff. lol. oh oh and don't bother asking me about who is my HDHD =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyways for those interested. hall 15 is out for 9 sports. 2 sports in quarters. it's kinda nerve breaking for me, but all the way 15!! there's still hope. for my thoughts on IH thus far, you can read wanyi's blog cuz whatever she wrote in the latest entry is my sentiments exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3241103432025281210?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3241103432025281210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=3241103432025281210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3241103432025281210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3241103432025281210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/12/joint-hall-pple-are-getting-funner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-4838822103034876840</id><published>2007-12-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:19:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hi, i'm the asst sports sec and i can do everything myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost had to die from falling into this curse. thank goodness for the sweet people around, cheering me up and giving me support all the way. and coming down for the games even though they are shagged out and are playing for almost all the games. i dunno what would have happened without you guys!! loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dunno what's the whole point of IH. SAO lets that certain hall recruit all the great players and then send them out for IH. then all other halls have to take part in IH to claim that 1 miserable point and then watch that hall win the championship every year. if you think im jealous of that hall, you're wrong. im not jealous. we are all just uni students staying in halls, but the only thing i dun understand is why IH exists if we know that hall would definitely win almost everyth. then what's the point of us desperately gathering the only few people we can find in hall to make up for a team, send them down, shag them out, to claim that one participation point. for some sports luckily, they're able to excel up to quarterfinals. but it all boils down to one thing; the same hall always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this IH i finally opened my eyes big big and saw the whole truth about PEOPLE. those that do nothing and talk big. those who say that they are busy because they are doing SOMETHING. but what SOMETHING? not like i'm in the best position to speak about this but when i watch this happening aside, i dunno whether i should continue doing what i'm striving for all this while. making sure IH doesnt fall apart for hall 15, giving the players all the support all i can. yes i know a lot of people say that im more like a nanny now but it's just a way to say thanks to you all. and i can publicly say that im doing my job. this whole entry sounds damn bitchy. pardon me, but there's a time where i really wanna tell everyone what's going on in my mind. haven you guys been asking me why i keep my thoughts to myself, what exactly is going thru my mind? if saying this makes me a bitch, it isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at this point of time im damn grateful for a friend like ryan, cuz he's willing to come down damn early to help us convene softball cuz we freshies are damn noobs about this whole IH thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, jcrc is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to _____: people can see what you do or don't do. don't think people are blind and because you can talk big people will be blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. i'm on a bitching spree. promise i wun do it again for the next 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-4838822103034876840?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/4838822103034876840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=4838822103034876840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/4838822103034876840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/4838822103034876840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-im-asst-sports-sec-and-i-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8049306063858263855</id><published>2007-11-29T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:08:34.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES I'M UNIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;im like the only person i know in my circle of friends to fail auto driving test 1st try. that feeling is worse than failing any other tests. it's like, high hopes from everyone, instructor even higher hopes, mum even HIGHER hopes cuz the pple around her, the sons passed at 1st try MANUAL. i still can't accept this failure. seriously i'm not taking it well. dun talk to me about driving test or i'll kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that traumatic feeling, having so much confidence, and becuz of one tiny mishap it screwed up my whole test. man i really hate kerbs now. and the worse thing is bring practical, my mum feels that i really suck cuz i couldnt pass at first time when her friends' sons and daughters did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my friends around me also are as lucky. even though stats showed that only 48% auto driving candidates pass at first attempt, the fact is that pple around me pass at their first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i really that lousy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were i would be ok to accept the fact that i failed. but i swear im not. not like im trying to be ya ya, but i mean when you control the car you obviously know whether you cmi or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. maybe im over reacting cuz there are pple also who don't pass at first attempt in singapore, but really i dunno how to explain the pressure im facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT anyways, i was quite consoled cuz my dad brought me out for supper at night. turns out that my dad, the one im always quarrelling with, became the light at the end of my nightmare. it was really sweet to bring me out to relax. he told me he did not believe pple could easily get first attempt pass in any driving test, becuz he knew the harshness of the tester. and he felt that pple should not be judged by how many attempts they take to pass. he was even glad i did not knock someone down while taking the test. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what im quite surprised that he was the one that came to my rescue during my nightmare and depression. after all he's a driver himself, im glad he could feel for me and nt blame me for the money i wasted learning driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, tmr i will be leaving home for roughly 1 month, with only a few times which i can come home. i'll miss home, and im sadder cuz i hate to leave at this point of time when my mum's still sore abt my failure and when my dad just touched my heart. hahas. a bit ): but yeah, for hall 15. and it's my choice to take up that post. (see pple go overseas, damn envious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving the mess behind, but bringing an unsolved burden with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8049306063858263855?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8049306063858263855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8049306063858263855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8049306063858263855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8049306063858263855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-im-unique.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-249461006502548181</id><published>2007-11-18T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:38:40.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days everyone's mugging real hard. i can feel that pressure from hall already. that's why i prefer to mug there than at home. because at home i feel like i'm on holiday and all i should be doing is sleep and watch tv and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in hall it's like, damn weird if im the only one slacking right? ha. good psychology, gets me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you start to see the anti-social side of very sociable people. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah back to the fetish of mugging for exams in hall, obviously my dad can't take it too well. he's been giving me trouble for spending too much time in hall. my god, it's not even the IH period yet, EXAMS leh, also can't cut me some slack, can you imagine when december comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, you know when you get super stressed, (admit this) you'd start thinking of your eye candy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i miss mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been talking to that candy for a long long time ): i wish wai was in hall, we'd definitely be squealing and going gaga over our eye candies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i still miss shopping with wansu! she's one girl who wouldn't just walk past shops in bugis street, most of the time she'd definitely go in take a look, try out some stuff, and even considering buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ME!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i wun feel lonely spending money alone (or even guilty), and have that feeling that my other shopping kaki is getting bored and omg i feel so stress. wahpiang that kind of feeling is real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly cuz wansu spends money easily. LIKE ME!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i still haven gone visiting hall 16 frens' room. haha. diana! hong li!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-249461006502548181?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/249461006502548181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=249461006502548181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/249461006502548181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/249461006502548181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/11/have-you-ever-had-this-very-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5532105048833422280</id><published>2007-11-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:26:43.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perfect by nature&lt;br /&gt;icons of self indulgence&lt;br /&gt;just what we all need&lt;br /&gt;more lies about a world that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;have you no shame don't you see me&lt;br /&gt;you know you've got everybody fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look here she comes now&lt;br /&gt;bow down and stare in wonder&lt;br /&gt;oh how we love you&lt;br /&gt;no flaws when you're pretending&lt;br /&gt;but now i know she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how you've betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;and somehow you've got everybody fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without the mask where will you hide&lt;br /&gt;can't find yourself lost in your lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the truth now&lt;br /&gt;i know who you are&lt;br /&gt;and i don't love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how you've betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;and somehow you've got everybody fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;you're not real and you can't save me&lt;br /&gt;somehow now you're everybody's fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;everybody's fool (evanescence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-5532105048833422280?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/5532105048833422280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=5532105048833422280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5532105048833422280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5532105048833422280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-by-nature-icons-of-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5194027856477224738</id><published>2007-10-28T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:04:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking thru my past photos from j1 onwards... those photos archived from my previous &lt;em&gt;da ge da &lt;/em&gt;phone. omg. i can't believe i looked so totally chui. i mean compared to now. if i looked like wad i looked like last time right now. i think i should just go jump off swissotel. or maybe just drown in nanyang lake. hmmph. messed up days. messed up fashion. chui. seriously. feel like going back to 2 years ago and tell myself to wake up my silly idea about short fringes. hahax. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now. i think it's gonna be a very interesting post. becuz i gonna reveal my unglam past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like hiding in a hole after doing this. but oh wells for the fun of it! dun laugh at me the next time u pass by. i know who chui i was already thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you gonna see my face like you've never before; because i'm not those kind that always puts up my photos everywhere. unphotoshopped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN7MUNfv3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XbbtbWmbdDM/s1600-h/10102005(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126076252391718770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN7MUNfv3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XbbtbWmbdDM/s320/10102005(011).jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh rights. this was back in j1. 2005. my first all you can eat buffet. this gal here is my favourite shopping till now! okays. i look super childish prolly. the idea about sloping fringe. well done. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN-o0Nfv7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AUDadd6BIco/s1600-h/20102005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126080040552873906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN-o0Nfv7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AUDadd6BIco/s320/20102005.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what i call this? a very fat face trying to eat cuttlefish and then act funny during lecture. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ-cENfwII/AAAAAAAAACk/gOuiaWZRAao/s1600-h/25102005(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126290927742075010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ-cENfwII/AAAAAAAAACk/gOuiaWZRAao/s320/25102005(004).jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; remind myself of shaggy from scooby dooby doo. hmmm. yes someone paparazzi-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN8H0Nfv5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DQOVGzJb7cg/s1600-h/17122005(002)(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126077274593935250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN8H0Nfv5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DQOVGzJb7cg/s320/17122005(002)(1).jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme explain this a little. this was the 5566 concert held at around dec 2005 if i'm not wrong. it was my first 5566 concert. and the ironic thingy is, i din like 5566 anymore by the time i finally got to see their concert. used to like them for quite a long while. (all thanks to shangyi that i got complimentary tix to this show. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyOCd0Nfv-I/AAAAAAAAABU/xoY8M7hc29w/s1600-h/26112005(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126084249620824034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyOCd0Nfv-I/AAAAAAAAABU/xoY8M7hc29w/s320/26112005(007).jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i dunno if i should even put this up at all. you are definitely going to laugh until your teeth drop. okok. that so wasnt me. must be possessed by some act chio taiwanese spirit. hahas. but just wanted to flashback my days with permed hair. haha. drats. luckily justin din see this photo back then. otherwise he might have denied knowing me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN84kNfv6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bT1gRSiDpY0/s1600-h/01032006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126078112112557986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN84kNfv6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bT1gRSiDpY0/s320/01032006(002).jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. this one is in 2006 already. j2. it's one of those days when i just finished bathing and so i definitely enjoyed good hair day. haha. so here's the act cute picture which i zi pai on my bed. i din dare to show anyone. damn paiseh cuz it's narcississtic ma. now around 1.5 yrs has pass i can happily bring it back and laugh at myself. &lt;em&gt;hahaha. so funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN_V0Nfv8I/AAAAAAAAABE/LEKfTdjWIiE/s1600-h/17012006(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126080813646987202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN_V0Nfv8I/AAAAAAAAABE/LEKfTdjWIiE/s320/17012006(005).jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! this one. hahas. it was the beginning of j2 again. and it was specs day! every wed was specs day. i was so ashamed of this specs you know. becuz that time the nerd look was damn IN right. so everyone bought thick thick specs. so looking nerd was damn cool. so i follow lor. guess what. i think i bought a pair of nerd specs, except that i looked truly, truly, nerd; not those kind of &lt;em&gt;nerd-cool&lt;/em&gt; effect that i was trying to look. damn. nvm. luckily this is the only photo with that specs i found in my com. no other evidence already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyOAXUNfv9I/AAAAAAAAABM/rUgM-R3fSTU/s1600-h/27012006(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126081938928418770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyOAXUNfv9I/AAAAAAAAABM/rUgM-R3fSTU/s320/27012006(003).jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, this one. i think it was half day in school or sth. and no. it was not BU day. every senior was supposed to wear aj U as usual, only the fresh j1s still wearing their sec sch uniform. that day we decided to rebel; three of us st nicks decided to wear the blue pinafore that day. then during assembly we lined up at mui's class, so that the principal cant see us. haha. it was really funny. i still rmb phang phang was damn shocked that we did this, because even though it was halfday sch, he din expect us to rebel until so jialat. and he was damn worried that we'd get into trouble. luckily for us, we were able to siam those stuck up tutors but openly say hi to our damn ONx tutors. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i remember the 3 of us thought a lot of seniors would do this on that day becuz there wasn't really formal lessons. but in the end it was like... only 3 of us?? LOL. oh and by the way. in this picture, i cut my hair rather short that time. wore blue hairband like i used to do in st nicks. and the effect is that i looked really like a small kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ7FENfv_I/AAAAAAAAABc/lpkghCoISco/s1600-h/new+specs!+%3DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126287234070200306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ7FENfv_I/AAAAAAAAABc/lpkghCoISco/s320/new+specs!+%3DD.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, by this time. i got my real nerdy specs. at least it's pink and looks better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ83ENfwFI/AAAAAAAAACM/NXQ_R2j6x-0/s1600-h/IMG_2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126289192575287378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ83ENfwFI/AAAAAAAAACM/NXQ_R2j6x-0/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was post cheerleading! taken with andie. clown la he. anyways. i swear i was the tannest cheerleader around. if we were all in america, i might be like one of the native african cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ7FENfwAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KgzX5Qp7shw/s1600-h/29042006(003)(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126287234070200322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ7FENfwAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KgzX5Qp7shw/s320/29042006(003)(1).jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh. this is justin. hahas. when we were together, we were those kind of couple that will never disclose any intimate photos (we hardly took any as well)... a bit lack of fun prolly cuz we were too shy? much less openly display on msn nick things like... "i love justin" blah blah. u know those kinda things. that's why no one would prolly have seen us tgt in a photo like that before. so now this is exclusive already i suppose. oh wells the purpose of cuz is to show off my toot toot childish face in j2. by this era, i think i've woken up the idea of my weird hairstyles. by then i was sporting shoulder length hair and changed my parting. i think it was all thanks to one haircut at jean yip that inspired a tiny makeover in my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ82kNfwDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LJE4Be_kALE/s1600-h/08082006(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126289183985352754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ82kNfwDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LJE4Be_kALE/s320/08082006(006).jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was national day celebration in school. yes i like that flower on my hair. all the girls in class had one too. by now i dun think im embarassed anymore because i can safely say i dun look as chui as in j1 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ-b0NfwHI/AAAAAAAAACc/v40pI0c6_yc/s1600-h/12102006(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126290923447107698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ-b0NfwHI/AAAAAAAAACc/v40pI0c6_yc/s320/12102006(007).jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeap. one day during pe. haha. pinned up my fringe! i think pinning up my hair is the safest sia. (HI LUCIA!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ820NfwEI/AAAAAAAAACE/-IeyJi9TFbo/s1600-h/f13+grad+assembly+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126289188280320066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ820NfwEI/AAAAAAAAACE/-IeyJi9TFbo/s320/f13+grad+assembly+012.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hentai!! hahas. my jc clique. the funny bunch of peeps. this was after graduation celebration. we had so much fun back then. ponning lessons. getting into trouble. sleeping. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ-bkNfwGI/AAAAAAAAACU/df0MsMen1EE/s1600-h/iamapervert054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126290919152140386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ-bkNfwGI/AAAAAAAAACU/df0MsMen1EE/s320/iamapervert054.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day me and zibbie went back aj to help out jaguar cheerleading juniors! was a bad experience for us, i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ82UNfwCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dp3cIQG-K1g/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyRB5kNfwJI/AAAAAAAAACs/TmE9inFCKm8/s1600-h/P1000685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126294733083099282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyRB5kNfwJI/AAAAAAAAACs/TmE9inFCKm8/s320/P1000685.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't post much PRESENT PHOTOS. this is the only one here to let you compare and contrast. and then this is the part where you go "omg. suann was really chui last time. omg. omg. i'm going to faint. and tmr i'm going to laugh at her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ810NfwBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Eb-RpdZo0fo/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126289171100450834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyQ810NfwBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Eb-RpdZo0fo/s320/Image016.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah one more one more. must really show u this photo. that day i went for FM tutorial and kinda pinned my hair a certain way to make it look a lil more layered. victor came up to me and asked if i cut my hair. and said it looked more punk. LOL. looks like pinning really makes a whole world of difference, that's if you do it correctly. and i even thought of pinning this hair then show it to my hairdresser and go "ok look at this hairstyle, please cut my hair like that." and take out the damn pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. that marks the end of my damn long entry. haven ever put up so much photos in a go in a blog entry... and blogger always screws up when uploading my pics. i wonder hw do those commercial bloggers have the patience to do this. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think actually there are more chui j1 photos around. but it better be hidden and kept away from the light. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-5194027856477224738?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/5194027856477224738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=5194027856477224738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5194027856477224738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5194027856477224738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/10/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RyN7MUNfv3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XbbtbWmbdDM/s72-c/10102005(011).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3594880483537277565</id><published>2007-10-19T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:03:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee. i lack discipline in blogging once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates for the past weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) had numerous quiz and mid term test. flunked FM hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) had 2 bday surprise over the past 2 days. both were WET but FUN. jcrc did the smelly vinegar treatment... and blk 72 gave me a water festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) went major retail therapy ytd becuz it's MY day ^^. hahas. but pity for the last min cancellation of kbox session. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm on a honsing lecture spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) this online shopping site cheated my money. ordered sth, they gave me a order confirmation slip and then asked me to transfer money over. i paid $20 and from then on there was no news at all. not even wind. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i fucking hate SRC. esp ms wong. she gives me crap everytime i go to try to make bookings. this cannot. that cannot. each hall can only hold one friendly match. cannot train IHG. cannot use footbal field 1 cuz got president's cup. have to follow guidelines hor. write form must write separate ones for each booking cannot squeeze tgt. and it takes 4 working days to process ur application man. i counted. i booked on tues and today is friday alr, i called src if my booking is approved alr and ms wong can tell me, "call back after 2pm can? i just submitted the application forms to xxxxx." dumb eh. imagine if i booked for thurs field or sth. then u can only approve on fri. which is 4 days after i booked. super efficient rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) softball is really very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i cant wait to get the IH jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i'm getting depressed by using microsoft access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o) i got my MOBTV back again! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) uncle tan remembered my bday! wah steady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) bob is the another one of the nicest pple around. so that makes dom and bob the current kindest guys around in hall 15!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3594880483537277565?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3594880483537277565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=3594880483537277565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3594880483537277565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3594880483537277565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/10/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-4926186884585014348</id><published>2007-10-07T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:29:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FM is really driving me crazy! :( we are finally down to the last essay project for FM (thank goodness) hopefully we do it well... and er hem. 3 of us can finally______ someone. .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did i mention lee hon sing is such a camera whore? hahas. that week before FM quiz was chionging his online lecture cuz yu jing totally din help, and hon sing was like seducing the camera when he was lecturing la! haha, cute i tell u, u guys should see his lectures one day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes and not to mention the f-cking FM quiz, demoralised the hell our of me. i took 15 mins trying to make sense of the 1st 2 MCQ (yes MCQ mind you) qns. everyone around me were like shaking their heads after yu jing asked us to stop writing, so our seminar group as you can imagine, had this this-is-the-end-of-my-FM-life look on their faces... freaking 10% totally gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah 2 days later there was an announcement of a moderation (and if you ask me, yu jing's way of moderation is really... .__.) so the tally is like, he lowest got 2/10, highest is 10/10. omg. if im that 2/10... i'll seriously make myself eat lady's finger. yah, no link. i know, but lady's finger is really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for sing and strum auditions finally! apparently no matter what we'll all be in la. it's just a matter of your grouping according to your potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading is getting more and more fun! but i'm beginning to feel someone's high expectations and m getting a lil freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball rocks my socks! had softball clinic on wed... though i really suck at running backwards to catch the ball, but it still rules la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my nail colour! BUT i'm getting a little conscious about it cuz that night during joint hall meeting, every female sports sect din have bimbo coloured nails. damn. and the last thing i wanna do is to look bimbotic and retarded during the future meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dominic is the nicest male block mate! yes yes, he has a car. ^^ and he's really helpful... we appreciate that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my first few retail therapies after like 2 months. seriously i'm deprived. and i'm so into online shopping these days! sadly my first apparel purchases sucked. i'm either too short for the dresses, or the halter top looked totally ah lian-ish in rea that i dun think i would dare to wear it out. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, study for accounting mid term test i shall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-4926186884585014348?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5058797312761788313</id><published>2007-09-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:15:37.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pmsed really badly today. woke up not feeling like talking to anyone... just wanna close up and listen to music. cheerleading basically perked me up a little, but when im not "popping" i'd just be stoning and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. hate that feeling. it makes u anti social and not wanna talk. and u lose confidence in presenting well in front of your peers, your mood dips badly that you start becoming damn grumpy. sigh, i dun wan it to happen but it just comes lo. and it's so difficult to smile and joke. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost the zi high-ness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be a better day i hope (:&lt;div 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type='html'>oh yeah. recess week is coming up! no school seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have to come back on tues specially for project, and wed,thurs staying over cuz of cheerleading... hmmm hope i can shop more next week sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a sememster's gone! i wonder how much i've learnt in school, since there's not much tests to determine, just projects and projects (with no feedback). after recess week would be FM quiz, and trust me i'm really in deep shit. accounting quiz last wk gave me a lil confidence, but then again, it was an easy paper for my timeslot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's bday coming up on monday... wonder what to get him. then again, he doesnt appreciate gifts! last time for 2 bdays i bought him 1 box of hush puppies underwear each... and years later like now, he hasn't even used a single piece la. ._____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess week is really packed. first monday sure having bday celebration. come tues there's jcrc meeting. wed and thurs would be cheerleading. friday i most probably will be meeting yee theng and wansu. my god. luckily there's no "holiday homework". but still, have to mug leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. you know how sometimes i see my roomie happily going out with this guy she likes. and having admirers around. zai leh. i'm just single and charging ahead alone with all the commitments to hall stuff and studies. =X come december. i'm gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-6123820147705512231?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/6123820147705512231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=6123820147705512231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/6123820147705512231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/6123820147705512231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5512510032598866711</id><published>2007-09-20T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:00:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chill my fellow block mates! we are not what you think we are. because he's not the ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-5512510032598866711?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/5512510032598866711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=5512510032598866711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5512510032598866711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5512510032598866711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/chill-my-fellow-block-mates-we-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-2398465377426035804</id><published>2007-09-17T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:23:14.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past 2 weeks hadnt been easy; coupled with some conflicts that happened over the weekend. one is how i couldnt take someone leeching in my project grp anymore and i voiced it out, receiving personal attacks from that person in return. then it was more hearsay about someone who was still being very critical about how i do my work in the committee. damn. when will these days be over? i hate conflicts. seriously. but regarding the leech, i really couldnt stand it anymore. had to knock some sense into that person but obviously and expectedly, who would admit that he is not contributing to a grp? dunno how screwed my life is becoming, having to live up to high expectations and stuff, but really hope it'd be over soon. or this blog is gonna be such a down place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2398465377426035804?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2398465377426035804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2398465377426035804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2398465377426035804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2398465377426035804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/past-2-weeks-hadnt-been-easy-coupled.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8993112698919299853</id><published>2007-09-14T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:07:05.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised the past few posts have all been about jcrc! damn. i've got no life. lol. virtually. wells. there's more to life other than jcrc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bought mooncakes! snow skin ones! (no bala, snow skin is not equal to ice cream moon cake :P) there's strawberry, orange and pandan flavour, all from bengawan solo! small small ones so i dun get too bloated~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dangggg. i seriously need someone to help me clean my room man. din mop the floor for a month! eww rite. but at least im washing my bedsheets now so my cleanest property would be my bed and prolly the spongebob on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laundry was a chore! sheesh.had to use wash in 2 loads kay. considering that we do laundry on a weekly basis. tell you sth i was really pissed about. everyone in hall 15 you would have experienced the times when u come back to collect ur laundry and you realised someone took those clothes out and left it on top of then washing machine so he/she can use it right. okay la it's quite reasonable, but guess what today someone took out my laundry and stuffed it into the handwash basin. WTF. any idea how dirty that basin is, pple practically use it to wash underwear and muddy clothes. or even shoes! damn inconsiderate leh whoever it is. of all places. i feel like slapping you okay. so what if im in the hall committee? i still feel like slapping u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i had to rewash that load. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna say with ya some links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playground-love.com/"&gt;playground-love&lt;/a&gt; (for damn freaking cute accessories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tintrendy.com/"&gt;tin trendy&lt;/a&gt; (for some nice bags)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoplah.com/"&gt;shop lah!&lt;/a&gt; (though a very singlish name, but ideal if u like those taiwanese/japanese fashion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup dunno how many of you believe in online shopping, whether it's like dangerous or sth. but seriously in my opinion i tend to find better deals and cooler stuff online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the next issue of seventeen! i'm getting bored in the nanyang village. away from the urban buzz and my retail therapy places! sobx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna shop shop, but got no time and because of the distance, have to settle with online shopping lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just being random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RuqjdgHqQxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xm8fASPw4sA/s1600-h/P1000658forblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110076454438847250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="271" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RuqjdgHqQxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xm8fASPw4sA/s320/P1000658forblog.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/Ruqe_wHqQwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2GB0NYIBQ9g/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/Ruqe_wHqQwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2GB0NYIBQ9g/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/Ruqe_wHqQwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2GB0NYIBQ9g/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/p&gt;so proud of my make up masterpiece: hilda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/Ruqe_wHqQwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2GB0NYIBQ9g/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8993112698919299853?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8993112698919299853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8993112698919299853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8993112698919299853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8993112698919299853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-realised-past-few-posts-have-all-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Qio1wfnNI0/RuqjdgHqQxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xm8fASPw4sA/s72-c/P1000658forblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-2971075473595616016</id><published>2007-09-14T04:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:18:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee i'm so thankful for last night... so many doubts and uncertainty has been cleared, thrashed out... politics eased a little wrt the seniors... it turned out that things weren't as bad as it seemed like it was. but tgt, we found who are the ones that started all this politics... who are those that almost split the block up. in the case of those pple, well i can say tht i'd never trust them again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for the hall mates and seniors who are out there to support me and listen to my problems. and gosh, the duties in jcrc has started and i can sure feel the heat! it's a year of training and learning for me. hopefully next year i can slacken a little yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to someone who lent me his hard disk so i get some entertainment in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to venom (wee theng!) for being there even though im not able to appear a few times due to some commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cuz thanks roomie for being my emotional support~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE THANKS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-2971075473595616016?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/2971075473595616016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=2971075473595616016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2971075473595616016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/2971075473595616016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/gee-im-so-thankful-for-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-1129630349364466587</id><published>2007-09-07T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:18:54.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently many seniors made so much assumptions about me. my gawd. they think i'm sad about not getting some stuff... like some interviews and stuff.. but what the heck? why would they think so? esp abt the pageant thing. like wad ? i wasn't really concerned abt pageant... if u saw my face or wad it doesn't mean im upset abt it. and if i openly whine does that mean im emo? everyone faces stress but not everyone wants to tell anyone abt their stress. but i chose to. and i usually only tell my roomie... so how did the seniors conclude that im emo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-1129630349364466587?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/1129630349364466587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=1129630349364466587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1129630349364466587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1129630349364466587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/apparently-many-seniors-made-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-3786662875141365313</id><published>2007-09-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:58:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee u wun believe this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;election results had calculation error; so in other words i'm officially asst sports sect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a twist of events eh? just when i was having a nightmare on deciding whether to re-run there comes this heavy stone that drops flat on reality. i'm got into main comm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news apart, up ahead will be the challenges and difficulties along the way. stress and frustration are foreseen, but wells, hopefully i learn a lot from this new experience~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at around 8pm we had our first cheerleading practice. it's really sth refreshing cuz last yr in jc the way they did cheerleading practs were different. we use to start straight on the routines, do pom poms... lastly then focus on stunts. but in hall 15, the captain started pract like4 mths before the performance so we can learn the basic stunt moves. was practising shoulder sit and stand and locking the body... pretty nostalgic! got back that nice feeling of being up in the air like last yr... whee~ the best thing is we are not piahing and cramming everything within 1 mth of preps. lol. (rmb jaguar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hall life, here we go again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-3786662875141365313?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/3786662875141365313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=3786662875141365313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3786662875141365313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/3786662875141365313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/gee-u-wun-believe-this-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-7435483149001461756</id><published>2007-09-01T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:47:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;thanks for all your support pple! gosh. i really feel bad for not getting it because you guys were really damn supportive la. but yeaps. gonna try other stuff from now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case, you haven interpreted, yesh i lost the election. which i know a lot of pple find it unexpected (&lt;em&gt;not cuz im ya ya papaya think im so great, but because this election system is so foolproof that it's hard for my situation not to win it unless......).&lt;/em&gt; bala too, more than just a LOT of pple find it damn jawdropping. hello. what's happening? it's such a screwed thingy. uncontested position and we are unable to get in. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying out a lot of stuff for the past mth. what an experience. din use to bother much about them but this is one election which i did try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, me and kangjie have officially decided to concentrate on subcomm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess subcomm gets me learning basics. it's a blessing in disguise as well. experience mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im a pervert. trying too many things. giving too little focus on each of them. slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup who else for sub comm? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,100,100) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 60%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(100,100,255) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 76%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;76&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;Openness To Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(85,159,85) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 58%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,128,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;58&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,241,170) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 57%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(251,212,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(149,99,151) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 27%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(128,0,128); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are sociable, outgoing, energetic, and lively. You prefer to be around people much of the time. Stressful and frustrating situations can often be upsetting to you, but you are sometimes able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. You have some concern with others' needs, and are generally pleasant, sympathetic, and cooperative. You like to live for the moment and do what feels good now. Your work tends to be careless and disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" p=" target=" ms="y'"&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" rel="'nofollow'" p=" target=" ms="y&amp;ur="&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;nobr&gt; &lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" p=" target=_blank rel=" a="personality-tests&amp;amp;x="&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factory Direct &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank" p=""&gt;Ugg Boots&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by the way, this isn't the end! more auditions and tryouts to come! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-7435483149001461756?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/7435483149001461756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=7435483149001461756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7435483149001461756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7435483149001461756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-for-all-your-support-pple-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8489415874411655522</id><published>2007-08-29T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:04:05.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sweet escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;gwen stefani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could escape I would but,&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me say&lt;br /&gt;I must apologize for acting stank &amp; treating you this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape &amp;amp; recreate a place that's my own world&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I could be your favourite girl (forever),&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet, I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;We can make it better,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held me down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my lowest boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Come help me out,&lt;br /&gt;I need to get me out of this joint&lt;br /&gt;Come on let's bounce,&lt;br /&gt;counting on you to turn me around&lt;br /&gt;Instead of clowning around,&lt;br /&gt;let's look for some common ground&lt;br /&gt;So baby, times get a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;I've been gettin' a little lazy,&lt;br /&gt;waitin' on you to come save me&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you're angry by the way that you treat me&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you don't leave me,&lt;br /&gt;wanna take you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape &amp;amp; recreate a place that's my own world&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I could be your favourite girl (forever),&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet (sorry boy)&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;We can make it better&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (I wanna get away, get away)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (To our sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (I wanna get away)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Yeehoo (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, YeehooWoohoo, Yeehoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one exceptionally lonely day. after biz law tutorial i ended up wandering around alone and finally settled at the IT lab at S4. dunno why i decided to AS myself out of the social life for a while. din initiate lunch with pple or go meet up... but it's like having sometime for myself alone is sth i craved for all of a sudden. no obligations to any forms of communication... just me, myself and i. in front of the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past mth i've been dedicating time for social stuff... camps, activities, chats, studies, stress, blah... i mean although i might be loud and all around hall... it doesn't mean i was able to pour all my troubles to everyone i know... at the end of the day im just alone inside trying to fight the problems and all... i know i have the bestest friends around who are out there to give my moral support... esp the &lt;strong&gt;family tree&lt;/strong&gt;... but i guess at the end of the day the real suann is an introvert... shutting up to herself... and probably wouldn't break the ice unless.................. wells you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokes. now waiting for my next tutorial... (also the most lullaby-ish one). AA101 hur hur. oh yeah so hungry now. should have grabbed the tuna sandwich from foodfest this morning. bleahx. shall go find PAU to eat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8489415874411655522?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8489415874411655522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8489415874411655522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8489415874411655522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8489415874411655522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-escape.html' title='the sweet escape'/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-8133462602938638014</id><published>2007-08-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:03:20.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what, been sleeping at 5am every night(or rather, morning) for the past few days... schedule is getting tight, so many things to tend to... meetings to go to... tutorials to complete... bleh bleh bleh. the list will go on in the upcoming yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ended jcrc rallying and i have to admit it's really a torture... probably it's already a known fact how scary it is... but wells, it finally ended! i went in without a script... and regretted it. lol. so many things i had in mind just disappeared. to think i wanted to do everyth naturally. boo. in the end i dun even rmb wad i said and how i did it. all i know is that i spoke wadever into my mind and i dun rmb if i had said it b4. i din even finish wad i planned to say lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, it was really scary when pple start shooting qns. lol so unpredictable and whatever i cld say might have been said by the sports sect alr. then i rmb at one point of time i got so cold sitting under the air con that i just shivered non stop. xiao bee is really sweet! she went all the way back to her rm to get me a sweater... though it's a lil small for (hee) it was really WARM. seriously. thanks a lot girl i love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so busy the past few days? i cant really point out but basically i was doing jcrc stuff through the night and had to chiong tutorial till 5am (n unproductive too). anyways partly oso cuz last weekend i din bring enough stuff home to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahx. is this gonna be wad happens for the rest of my year? and my poor roomie is complaining of loneliness cuz of my frequent absence from the room... sorry hil! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways on sat night sth political happened, and it's a lil bit of politics targeted to yours truly. oh wells. it had been a nightmare and i have to say i felt really stabbed. but wells, m getting over it, aned hopefully things will turn out for the better. after all &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; need this peace to work well for the rest of the year, esp for that THING in dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really appreciated jeremy's counselling session. it really calmed me a lot i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not elab on the story. just know &lt;strong&gt;never be too quick to judge me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways election is on this thursday 6pm at the seminar room! please come down and vote for us, support all those without contenders, and select the best person for those with contenders! and thanks thothies for your support! (dunno why im advertising election day when this is simply a low profile blog lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, im addicted to this song, although it's been quite sometime now... it has pretty interesting lyrics lol and i love the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll never be worlds apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May be in magazines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you'll still be my star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby cause in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't see shiny cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With you I'll always share&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the sun shines, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we’ll shine together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can stand under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These fancy things, will never come in between&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're part of my entity, here for Infinity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the sun shines, we’ll shine together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can stand under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can run into my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's okay don't be alarmed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come here to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no distance in between our love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So go on and let the rain pour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be all you need and more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know most of us like to joke about the mouth spasm part of the song but hey! it's really nice la this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-8133462602938638014?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/8133462602938638014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=8133462602938638014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8133462602938638014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/8133462602938638014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-what-been-sleeping-at-5am-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-5667658219853764681</id><published>2007-08-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:19:53.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can you believe my most frequently visited site is &lt;a href="http://sg.finance.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://sg.finance.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; ? i know you wun believe it. &lt;em&gt;me neither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rumour came true. indeed, nbs is one faculty FULL of projects to do. esp when they din really teach you anyth related then they just throw you a bunch of project instructions. then you're left to die without knowing why u died. it's such a killer. i knew nuts about stock markets n the 1st 2 financial management seminars din even touch nuts about stock mkt. and there, our very first project (or prolly u can call it the 2nd "essay qn") is to play with stocks from our local banks. LIVE. meaning the mkt we're playing is the real mkt out there, just that those $100,000 cold hard cash isn't exactly real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffered heavy loss the past 2 days but today SGX did me proud! so did OCBC and UOB but i'd better release them soon. not too promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it, rather fun ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-5667658219853764681?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/5667658219853764681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=5667658219853764681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5667658219853764681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/5667658219853764681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-you-believe-my-most-frequently.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-1465246705020605720</id><published>2007-08-19T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:24:51.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for the NBS runway vegas just now at st james powerhouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you guys enjoyed it... for me the whole clubbing part was like only allright leh. couldnt get the high and was a bit sick oso. so left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;successfully refrained from too much alcohol! yeah! must conserve my throat, seriously, i can feel it cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/strong&gt; my dearest &lt;strong&gt;JESSIE&lt;/strong&gt;! for being&lt;strong&gt; MISS POPULAR&lt;/strong&gt;! our efforts paid off! (most of it goes to joanne and gang~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the pageant preview part was nice~ liked the part where the girls danced... but jessie must smile more! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways venom was super united today! and huiyin went really high after only 10 mins into the dance floor. hopefully she takes good care of herself man! (by the way lay ling we missed you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this session really makes me look forward to D&amp;amp;D! wonder wad's coming up next~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the bash had a clique outing at cine kbox. heh. looks like my voice has recovered 80%. im still praying hard for the remaining 20% to come back soon. otherwise how do i &lt;em&gt;sing and strum&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i hope serx and emily love their presents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme update a lil, apparently me and my seventytwos signed for quite a bunch of stuff in hall. which includes sing and strum, dance and &lt;u&gt;cheerleading&lt;/u&gt;. whee. i wonder how im gonna cope with my work. bleah. but every single thing seems fun know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget- JCRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im running for A sports sec, and seems like we've got sth called bala's army. LOL. in other words, this yr's main comm rally will be having 2 parties competing with each other. like PAP and others. in short, just vote for bala's army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who to vote for A sports sec k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAKE SURE&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s by the way, how the hell did i get nominated for pageant? it's never been in my encyclopedia all my 18 yrs of life...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-1465246705020605720?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/1465246705020605720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=1465246705020605720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1465246705020605720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/1465246705020605720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-for-nbs-runway-vegas-just-now-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-7835318334174417042</id><published>2007-08-15T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:12:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this damn cough of mine has been going on for a week already... lost my voice previously and after my voice came back, the cough started. and my coughing fits are more frequent than anyone else cuz i have a medical history of weak lungs and used to have bad coughs thru my childhood. bleahx. it's damn malu-ating to keep coughing non stop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) in the middle of lectures,&lt;br /&gt;2) in the middle of TUTORIALS...&lt;br /&gt;3) in the middle of a damn ON activity like some sorta party,&lt;br /&gt;4) in the middle of a mass convo gossip session,&lt;br /&gt;5) and in the middle of the night whilst trying to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. wad's happening to me? i cant seem to recover and apparently i'm starting to catch a flu. wtf. feeling super screwed and super restless... i mean usually in times when i'd be super high... i couldn't do it anymore. it's like i have to stop myself from feeling itchy at the throat like 70% of the time OR feel too tired to talk after all the coughing. i coughed so much that i think some abs are forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had a really funny and screwed incident during lecture at LKC. as usual, i was having coughing fits again ma, so since i was sitting at the last row of the theatre, and there were a row of exit doors behind me, the most natural reaction was to get out of the theatre to finish coughing via those exits. TO MY HORROR, when i wanted to get back into the theatre, the doors were locked. cant go in eh. turns out that the doors are only for exits, not entrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn so i walked thru that long long corridor trying to find a way out. okay. finally, there was this door that leads to a flight of stairs. TO MY HORROR AGAIN, the flights of stairs seemed to never end, and when i finally found an exit, i was at cantten B already. OH NICE. that's LKC for you... such an &lt;em&gt;adventure&lt;/em&gt; right. just to clear some coughing fits i had to go like how many levels downstairs and climb up again. my og mate was like, how come u exit from the top and come back from downstairs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's tutorials were okay, the biz law one turned out to be pretty fun! our tutor is this lawyer who has a lot of stories to tell us and claims to be &lt;em&gt;easily distracted&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. i like him, he's good. well i cant say the same for accounting. lecture was great but tutorial was really boring and the pace was fast. and i have to say the tutor tries a little too hard to be funny. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, bless me, wanna get well soon. signed for around 5 ccas and some of the auditions are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, you wun believed i signed up for deli aprecio as one of the choices. i mean, i even paid 5 bucks alr... so m like a member already! at first i wasn't interested in clubs, but this one sure looks interesting, it's an EATING club. LOL. then kinda pulled a lot of people from thoth to join!! mass block sign up. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's MJ dance, contemparary dance, floorball, and inline skating. feels good to have my freedom to choose ccas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sec sch, i remember i was such a dumb ass who din even bother to look at other ccas and immediately signed up for NPCC. not that im saying i regret being in NP, but becuz of my sudden passion for UGs esp NP, i actually blinded myself from looking at other cool ccas, probably could have taken up some skills elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was NJC. being an appeal student i was forced to take AIR RIFLE. which i totally sucked at. LOL. it's a cool cca but i just totally had no talent in it i think? okay, come to think of it, it's not me lor!! it's just that they only recruit elites... (ie, the 5 elites from the whole cohort) say WOW. it was a long story why i had to take up air rifle to appeal.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in AJC. tht was my fault la. initially wanted to sign up for a sport cca... in the end, no one accompanied me to the booths and i just ponned cca carnival with my classmate! in the end mickey tan enforced this rule that all ajcians MUST have a cca. yes. so that's how i ended up joining photography society via emily. not that i din learn a single thing from photog, just that i dun really have a passion for using DSLRs i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. just wish me GET WELL SOON! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-7835318334174417042?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/7835318334174417042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981844825182003306&amp;postID=7835318334174417042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7835318334174417042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981844825182003306/posts/default/7835318334174417042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh-double-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981844825182003306.post-1973767675567123016</id><published>2007-08-12T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:48:03.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what does hostel life mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) needing to clean up the room every 2 wks. [ ): ]&lt;br /&gt;2) needing to do your own laundry every 3 days. [ ): ]&lt;br /&gt;3) getting to play sports in the evening or even jog. [ (: ]&lt;br /&gt;4) you wun get bored in the middle of the night cuz u've got your nice neighbours and frens to hang out with. [ (: ]&lt;br /&gt;5) no hunger pangs in the middle of the night as well. [ (: ]&lt;br /&gt;6) but you'd get fat sooner of later. [ ): ]&lt;br /&gt;7) you've got your own little india or chinatown close by. [ /: ]&lt;br /&gt;8) you get to mug in your own private space near your school [ (: ]&lt;br /&gt;9) your internet connection is faster than the one at home, so you can watch live tv online. [ ((: ]&lt;br /&gt;10) free shuttle bus to school! [ (: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results: i HEART hall 15 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup im enjoying life there, miss my block when i go home. but i remember there's this day when i was doing laundry in hall when i kinda felt so &lt;em&gt;rah rahhh &lt;/em&gt;cuz i feel so busy... have to mug, do tutorials, cut myself some slack by doing some other stuff outta my room so i wun get bored, AND do laundry... feed myself when im hungry and blah. in the long term i wonder if i can juggle these properly. otherwise if i end up in a mess you guys at block 72 must help me kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i was at hall 15 webbie and saw this online poll on whether we should change the block numbers to other interesting names. hmmm, i wonder if anyone came out with any names. if i were to name blk 72... i think it'd be called TOFFEE. lol. (er hem. remember thothie? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking at my planner for the month. this month is pretty packed man. sooner or later i'd definitely kena lecture from my folks again. how i dun spend enough time at home, how i dun answer the phone and they wanna stop paying for my bills. blah. but last night james assured me it would only last one mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i still owe someone at sentosa something and at this rate i dun think i can get wad he wants for him anytime soon ): .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. tutorial time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981844825182003306-1973767675567123016?l=damnwelldone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/feeds/1973767675567123016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally did it... gotten so sian of my previous blog that i left it to rot for almost half a yr. then again, i've got nth to do online anymore other than youtube, msn, friendster and randomly surfing online shopping sites. besides, you can say that im on yet another new phase of my life (and it'd better be good) so i din really feel like continuing on that fantasy blog with 2 cartoons holding hands. of cuz it's not as if i would start looking for gay couples to be featured on my blog skin. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the previous address is getting into my nerves... im so outta the 5566 era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, wad has changed since the last entry in my last blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i took a break from working at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;2) i clubbed&amp;pubbed.&lt;br /&gt;3) i took too much alcohol within 2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;4) i understood wad's the meaning behind the tutu tarik cheer.&lt;br /&gt;5) i had my first taste of mugging for uni.&lt;br /&gt;6) i bought my first financial calculator, which costs 55 bucks after discount.&lt;br /&gt;7) i lost my voice 3 times within a month, and currently it hasn't even recovered 80%. ):&lt;br /&gt;8) i got over &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;. totally. im still amazed.&lt;br /&gt;9) i finally bought harry potter's half blood prince book becuz im desperate to read the last book, deathly hallowa.&lt;br /&gt;10) i miss sentosa ):&lt;br /&gt;11) i moved into hall 15!&lt;br /&gt;12) AND i'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;13) i jumped into the pool from the 5m diving board.&lt;br /&gt;14) 1 went into the underground drainage tunnel, aka the sewage, aka wad-lies-beneath-the-manhole.&lt;br /&gt;15) i saw a drunk and totally wasted girl and my jaw dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht's about it. shall start editing my template already. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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