<?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-2046760835008526070</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:01:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typewriter;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6610793673817728259</id><published>2010-02-13T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:11:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice to be back to home ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6610793673817728259?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6610793673817728259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-to-be-back-to-home-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6610793673817728259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6610793673817728259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-to-be-back-to-home-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7309111431915820067</id><published>2010-02-04T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:37:32.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINBOW CHOCOLATE DONUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/S2rptwtrVjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/edV0XPhUwFA/s1600-h/donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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And I'm tired after a 7.15-5 school day. &lt;br /&gt;I can see my future dim a little. How am I to make it past the next 2 years with school hours longer than this? T.T&lt;br /&gt;But well who cares, I'm in for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4665064615834136077?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4665064615834136077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-guys-ive-been-through-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4665064615834136077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4665064615834136077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-guys-ive-been-through-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6440908389945119532</id><published>2010-01-27T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:31:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fresh start, a new part of life.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, school's starting tomorrow for me (shut up poly kids, nobody wanna hear you're startin in April.) :P&lt;br /&gt;Haha kkaez kiddin~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M for Meridian! M for Mabeline! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6440908389945119532?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6440908389945119532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-start-new-part-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6440908389945119532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6440908389945119532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-start-new-part-of-life.html' title='a fresh start, a new part of 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Roar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6224731598018537207?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6224731598018537207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/therell-come-day-when-were-to-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6224731598018537207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6224731598018537207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/therell-come-day-when-were-to-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7379588125993552566</id><published>2010-01-11T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:52:33.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you were wonderful tonight~"</title><content type='html'>I'm a raw 10-pointer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You deproved (from Prelims), but it's okay. At least you have money to take."&lt;br /&gt;Haha, words of consolation. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7379588125993552566?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7379588125993552566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-raw-10-pointer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7379588125993552566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7379588125993552566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-raw-10-pointer.html' title='&quot;you were wonderful tonight~&quot;'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8787828608057910053</id><published>2010-01-07T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:13:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day went past with no words passed,&lt;br /&gt;2 at night the thoughts came fast.&lt;br /&gt;Thousand thoughts coalesced in one,&lt;br /&gt;nothing else than I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed fine but when nightfall came,&lt;br /&gt;an anxious voice left me distressed.&lt;br /&gt;In my fluttered mind you appeared,&lt;br /&gt;and tamed my nerves for sleep to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8787828608057910053?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8787828608057910053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-went-past-with-no-words-passed-2-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8787828608057910053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8787828608057910053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-went-past-with-no-words-passed-2-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4925380000614345741</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:00:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the new year!</title><content type='html'>[[Scheduled post]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=yellow&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4925380000614345741?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4925380000614345741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4925380000614345741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4925380000614345741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s the new year!'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8837952582840158006</id><published>2009-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:59:01.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last minute of 2009.</title><content type='html'>[[Scheduled post]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year, when people take a trip down the memory lane and look back on how silly/retarded/funny/serious/angry/etc they were. Happy memories and sad memories alike, they are all left in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of the Os, the year of graduation, all ends in the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Million thanks to those who made my day, indescribable gratitude to those who let me learnt, a smile to those who made me flare. Well, life ain't a smooth ride. Cheers to all~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;Looking back into the past,&lt;br /&gt;it dawned on me; the year went fast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8837952582840158006?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8837952582840158006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8837952582840158006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8837952582840158006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-of-2009.html' title='the last minute of 2009.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7065988550549798189</id><published>2009-12-29T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:47:02.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught.</title><content type='html'>You are so dead mister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7065988550549798189?l=qwerty-one.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-2046760835008526070.post-5843703405693532998</id><published>2009-12-25T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:04:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'Mas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZVY-pGDsN4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZVY-pGDsN4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5843703405693532998?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5843703405693532998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5843703405693532998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5843703405693532998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas.html' title='X&apos;Mas!'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2116233256167858851</id><published>2009-12-25T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:55:43.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font color=red size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2116233256167858851?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2116233256167858851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/hohoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2116233256167858851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2116233256167858851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7087367870040986036</id><published>2009-12-23T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:09:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;I thought I was so ready,&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm just so heady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7087367870040986036?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7087367870040986036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-thought-i-was-so-ready-but-now-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7087367870040986036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7087367870040986036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-thought-i-was-so-ready-but-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6499061429942199623</id><published>2009-12-22T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:35:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;"Glazing upon the cresent moon,&lt;br /&gt;may the obligatory moment come soon." &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;i&gt;tang yuan&lt;/i&gt; for breakfast! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6499061429942199623?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6499061429942199623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/glazing-upon-cresent-moon-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6499061429942199623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6499061429942199623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/glazing-upon-cresent-moon-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3022676495629081459</id><published>2009-12-21T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:28:01.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live every moment, and don't bother about the rest.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a good girl today (other than dozing off on bus). The fear of missing my stop had me jeering between consciousness and unconsciousness for every stop. LOL. What a nice nap~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, there will be X'mas shopping for retarded stuff tomorrow. Please do give me some suggestions, I don't need nice, touching prezzies. Just, retarded, wicked, and of course, fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;BBQ on Wed!~&lt;br /&gt;The day of fun where the naughty prezzies will be exposed will be on the lovely X'mas eve. ;)&lt;br /&gt;X'mas night will be great! Even though, I have no idea what I'll be doing. Maybe, stuffing myself with turkey. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Sat's a spoiler, OT.&lt;br /&gt;That will be my X'mas week, woots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabeline had enough of a break already; time to hit the fridge for some nice chocolate and resume with my very-the-important work. &lt;br /&gt;Tata~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's glow is dimming everytime I see it, but within me I can feel it slowly building up. Don't worry, it'll be back, soon. :D5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3022676495629081459?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3022676495629081459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/tugging-on-thing-that-would-not-budge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3022676495629081459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3022676495629081459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/tugging-on-thing-that-would-not-budge.html' title='Live every moment, and don&apos;t bother about the rest.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2195525847980023275</id><published>2009-12-19T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:39:30.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the moment of truth.</title><content type='html'>People like me should not volunteer to have a 20kilo kid ride on the shoulders and walk for 5 minutes. Urgh, my neck! The little hyper kid can't stop laughing and hence, bobbing my head while I tried to secure him in his position. If he falls, it's a double casualties. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight was besting me, but I held on; the movement was dislodging itself, but I held on; my neck was screaming for leniency, but I held on. (Oh, I just realised something, 2 semi-colons in a sentence, is that fine? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was damn glad to be back home. First thing that I did-topple onto the sofa, and I didn't get up. So that little boy was still laughing non-stop while pushing my head away. I was stubborn; like come on, it's a little revenge. AND THEN... I realised I was lying on something, wrong. HAHAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even though my neck does hurt, it's a joyful experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;And now for something more random dedicated to my what's-a-latte friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dumb. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *  Cappuccino: Espresso with some milk and a lot of milk foam, sometimes &lt;br /&gt;        with cinnamon or cocoa powder sprinkled on top&lt;br /&gt;    * Latte: Espresso with a lot of milk in it&lt;br /&gt;    * Mocha: Latte with chocolate and (often) whipped cream on top&lt;br /&gt;    * Americano: Espresso shot with enough hot water to fill the cup&lt;br /&gt;    * Macchiato: Espresso shot with a small amount of frothed milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Espresso is an Italian way of forcing hot water through slow-roasted, finely ground coffee beans. The result is a thick, intense drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I C'n'P-ed it. Credits: http://lowcarbdiets.about.com/od/whattoeat/a/coffeecarbs.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2195525847980023275?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2195525847980023275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-for-moment-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2195525847980023275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2195525847980023275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-for-moment-of-truth.html' title='Waiting for the moment of truth.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1858842178122517885</id><published>2009-12-18T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:29:28.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I survived, I'm alive again&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;What is life, what's the use if you're killing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm so glad I found an angel&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;Who was there when all my hopes fell&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly, looking in your eyes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glee, the satisfaction, the pleasing thoughts that once tingled my senses has left me, battered and unconscious inside.&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bud for the sundae! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1858842178122517885?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1858842178122517885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1858842178122517885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1858842178122517885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-it.html' title='Lost it.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-179306718808148291</id><published>2009-12-17T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:01:40.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind of change blows straight,&lt;br /&gt;into the face of time,&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm wind that will ring&lt;br /&gt;the freedom bell for peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-179306718808148291?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/179306718808148291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/wind-of-change-blows-straight-into-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/179306718808148291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/179306718808148291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/wind-of-change-blows-straight-into-face.html' title='Scorpions.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4881111703340844852</id><published>2009-12-16T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:04:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You really took me by surprise~"</title><content type='html'>"With no explanation..."&lt;br /&gt;Too much logic and reasoning can never best the metagrobolized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amid the dark clouds hindering the path of light, there is bound to be a little crack in the heavily guarded fortress. &lt;br /&gt;As the rhythm and beat of the songs pulsate through my veins, I felt my heart scrunched a little. Ah, the effect of the blues. On 13th September, an outstanding singer-Peter Cetera, was borned. Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4881111703340844852?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4881111703340844852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-no-explanation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4881111703340844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4881111703340844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-no-explanation.html' title='&quot;You really took me by surprise~&quot;'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7827635312508537592</id><published>2009-12-15T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:26:53.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith.</title><content type='html'>"You have a smile just like your father's"&lt;br /&gt;After all this years, despite my ever-so-forgetful brain, I recalled this sentence that my primary teacher said to me. We managed to run into each other and he looks just like before. He remembers me!&lt;br /&gt;It's all this little actions that makes them significant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, to think I met another teacher at Pasir Ris Primary, and a schoolmate at Tampines. Nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a great day, December 15. There's gonna be one happy kid tonight when he rips apart the wrappers and discovers the toys underneath (heck the clothes, I'm always disappointed when I see them as a kid).&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday and I'm going bonkers. I lied. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7827635312508537592?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7827635312508537592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7827635312508537592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7827635312508537592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/faith.html' title='faith.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1904622177340099617</id><published>2009-12-13T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:51:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligation... Will it comes naturally?</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time; my apologies for MIA-ing. And I have no wish to update about the happenings in my life, so... I'll just rant a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henhen says the day will never come.&lt;br /&gt;My good friend says I'm not trying.&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;Priority #1: I gotta feel being myself; not ashamed of myself, not feeling inferior. The freedom to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1904622177340099617?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1904622177340099617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/obligation-will-it-comes-naturally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1904622177340099617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1904622177340099617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/obligation-will-it-comes-naturally.html' title='Obligation... Will it comes naturally?'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3831984780522678367</id><published>2009-12-01T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:24:35.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better be safe than sorry, 'cause sorry's too late.</title><content type='html'>Idiot. A child is knocked down and some freaking guy is shrieking/sobbing convulsively. It's your dumbass fault to teach a kid to jaywalk.&lt;br /&gt;Baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope the child survives the impact.&lt;br /&gt;*waits for the sound of the ambulance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3831984780522678367?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3831984780522678367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-be-safe-than-sorry-cause-sorrys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3831984780522678367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3831984780522678367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-be-safe-than-sorry-cause-sorrys.html' title='better be safe than sorry, &apos;cause sorry&apos;s too late.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2034121014284734260</id><published>2009-12-01T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:28:54.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when retardedness meets fun</title><content type='html'>Sentosa!~&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it!? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the volleyball was a failure; we all suck at ball games.&lt;br /&gt;Going into the water was a failure; just stoned and came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Keropok Perisa Ayam(I memorised it from the bag of chips) with edible fried rice is nice!~&lt;br /&gt;Taking retarded jump shots repeatedly is fun!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's great seeing primary schoolmates again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to be more open and accepting, but don't you push it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2034121014284734260?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2034121014284734260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-retardedness-meets-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2034121014284734260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2034121014284734260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-retardedness-meets-fun.html' title='when retardedness meets fun'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3064714722514734181</id><published>2009-11-28T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:55:32.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All it takes is a little faith and the first step.</title><content type='html'>November's coming to an end!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a trip to Escape yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Viking, Go-Kart, Kite Flyer, Haunted II, Carnival, Family Coaster, Go-Kart, Wet and Wild, Viking!~&lt;br /&gt;Viking's nice, the only ride that people scream and shout. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Go-Kart's fun, but queuing up means more intake of carbon monoxide. Sob, poor lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Kite Flyer's not smelly! Yay for that. What's more it's a windy suntanning ride~&lt;br /&gt;Haunted turn out to be more hilarious than frightening with 4 girls screaming at every step they made. Wasn't a really good idea to be behind them 'cause they retreated a few times, now that is scary. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Carnival was fun! Even though we got owned at like, all the stalls we played at. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Family Coaster's a bumpy ride. I should feedback and ask for cushioned seats, yay!&lt;br /&gt;Wet and Wild wasn't that wild, but it sure has the wet element! People came out of the ride with water dripping from their pants, shirts clinging on their bodies. It's like bathing in clothes. Those in poncho have no life. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;And it's saddening to know that the max. load for the Red Baron(kiddy plane ride) is 100kg. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going onboard Superstar Libra from Wed-Sat~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3064714722514734181?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3064714722514734181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-it-takes-is-little-faith-and-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3064714722514734181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3064714722514734181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-it-takes-is-little-faith-and-first.html' title='All it takes is a little faith and the first step.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7762054130520001219</id><published>2009-11-26T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:19:23.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven can wait.</title><content type='html'>Cheers, today's the start of the IT fair. For some strange reasons, the traffic there was congested. Most probably people took a day-off to snap up some good deals. Lucky us, we were the last car to enter the carpark; the car behind us and onwards were denied entry. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic inside the exhibit hall was as bad as outside. Don't really like to be, jostling about.&lt;br /&gt;There were like cheap China iPhone going off at $99, laptops going off at $499, laptop cooler selling at $5 only... I bet it's gonna break down within 3 days. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, bought some stuff and we were off! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note, PSLE results are out today. A kid from China tops the chart. Wow, talk about foreign talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7762054130520001219?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7762054130520001219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-can-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7762054130520001219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7762054130520001219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-can-wait.html' title='heaven can wait.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6616202408085222995</id><published>2009-11-25T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:38:59.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRESH START.</title><content type='html'>Yes I know, this is a gorgeously simple blogskin that I managed to chance upon. I had no choice but to ditch the previous due to images not showing. Too many pictures I reckon. So ta-da! NO PICTURES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a great time playing badminton with my family. Sliding in my slippers was fun when I got the hang of it (well, we were just playing at the void deck, no need for proper gear).&lt;br /&gt;Till this guy showed up.&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting at a corner, watching us play, and laugh, and play, and laugh. And then he approaches, asking to play. He was well-equipped with his racket in his bag. The way he took his racket out... Sets my mother mimic-ing him. So, you get the idea. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I can't play well, he repeated the same. Yeah, such guys can't be trusted. So that afternoon I got owned. BUT, he dropped his racket once. &lt;s&gt;Idiot!&lt;/s&gt; NOOB. I didn't, and I'm so darn proud of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;For that, I shall hone my skills and wait for this Hougang guy to appear in Punggol (my grandma asked that!). Please do invite me to any badminton sessions, provided you won't mind my so-awful playing. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great evening on Monday with Brenda and Lorraine out at the airport. Cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;What great activities had we done?&lt;br /&gt;1. We had our laughing dinner at Popeye's for an hour or so (&lt;i&gt;Ah ma&lt;/i&gt; and the beautiful girl. Ah~)&lt;br /&gt;2. Even the trip to the toilet was fun! The tap that keeps on flowing~&lt;br /&gt;3. We met Yee Si and gang! (Okay, maybe not so great. Haha, just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;4. We played with the auto-shutter function on Lorraine's camera which was totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;5. It's great to be out with them. :D&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind any outing, maybe at a place where people won't go, "They are so freaking noisy! *shoots an annoying look and snort*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Wednesday's ending in less than an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be great, and Friday will be totally awesome!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6616202408085222995?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6616202408085222995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6616202408085222995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6616202408085222995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/fresh-start.html' title='A FRESH START.'/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7358851645852192617</id><published>2009-11-25T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:51:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When both the heart and soul is overwhelmed by uncertainity(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand came out from the shadows lurking behind me and placed a vice-like strong grip on me. I could feel myself being manipulated like a puppet, and the word 'no' seems to have disappeared from my dictionary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do something about my heck-care attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7358851645852192617?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7358851645852192617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7358851645852192617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7358851645852192617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7118891029438073230</id><published>2009-11-22T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:43:12.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;All I want for Christmas is you~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eyes my new Christmas edition Puma watch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry dudes and dudesses(http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dudess; it exists) if you're disappointed with the answer. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a week or so after the Os. Great activities had happened and past by me- class chalet, prom night, open house. But no worries, there's more to come! Cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still...&lt;br /&gt;on a lookout for &lt;i&gt;lobangs&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for running and ping-pong sessions (it'll be a miracle if I can hit that ball and let it bounce on the other side),&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my *AHEM AHEM* BS pastries session,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my piano session,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for ML to inform me on the volunteer work (yay!),&lt;br /&gt;and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a cruise trip awaiting me, and a nice BBQ with my primary schoolmates. Rock on! I do hope that I can remember the faces. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7118891029438073230?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7118891029438073230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you-eyes-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7118891029438073230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7118891029438073230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you-eyes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2364012138724300180</id><published>2009-11-21T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:03:33.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21st November, lovely Open House! :D&lt;br /&gt;A great meal of hotcakes left me with the I-wanna-shit-but-can't and I-wanna-puke-but-can't for the morning, damn my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who sat with me partially out in the sun! :D&lt;br /&gt;Funny things were shared, and a deal was made to make it the Open-House-thingy only. Cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely stalker: ROAR, I'M GONNA LODGE A COMPLAINT TO E*** *ahem*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic movie is fantastic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Memorable!~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2364012138724300180?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2364012138724300180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/21st-november-lovely-open-house-d-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2364012138724300180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2364012138724300180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/21st-november-lovely-open-house-d-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2605525036409556381</id><published>2009-11-19T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:43:19.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Here's a song for the nights I think too much..."&lt;/i&gt; - Heaven Can Wait; We The Kings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2605525036409556381?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2605525036409556381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-song-for-nights-i-think-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2605525036409556381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2605525036409556381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-song-for-nights-i-think-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7675593356596930389</id><published>2009-11-19T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:11:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I can fly, Jack!&lt;/i&gt; - sentence of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Prom's over!&lt;br /&gt;All the hiding behind pillar,&lt;br /&gt;cheering on the confessions,&lt;br /&gt;eating the 8-course meal,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the concert,&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the lovely acts, &lt;br /&gt;taking pictures,&lt;br /&gt;are long history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7675593356596930389?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7675593356596930389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-fly-jack-sentence-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7675593356596930389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7675593356596930389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-fly-jack-sentence-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6178893650874124848</id><published>2009-11-17T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:23:55.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's a nice and my first ever class chalet. Not a bad experience I must say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the online movie to pass time!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the midnight movie of 2012!~&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the 4am walk at Pasir Ris Park, 2 hours in the breeze, and 5 minutes of dozing off!~&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the lying and end-up-talking in the room in the morning!~&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the crazy and super duper fun moments at K-Box!!~&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the catching of crabs at Pasir Ris Beach!~&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for returning home, having a nice dinner, bathing, and finally turning in!~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6178893650874124848?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6178893650874124848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorant-is-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6178893650874124848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6178893650874124848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorant-is-bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1174910347243845264</id><published>2009-11-14T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:32:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The rose of time blooms and wilts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies, the previous post wasn't very lucid, but it was good-simply typing what I had in mind. Obviously my mind wasn't in a very, clear state. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Os are over, I feel empty without the need to study. But still, yay for freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind of change blows-it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;The past remains as part of the memory, fighting for the right to stay in the ever-so-populated memory.&lt;br /&gt;The future, an abyss of mystery left for us to unravel.&lt;br /&gt;The present... Is the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is a powerful, thing, but it often leaves us baffled rather than clear of our vision and life. And to guess the thoughts of others always brings the mystery to a higher level where the imagination goes wild, really wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the chalet on Monday!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1174910347243845264?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1174910347243845264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/rose-of-time-blooms-and-wilts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1174910347243845264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1174910347243845264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/rose-of-time-blooms-and-wilts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-983757410519911428</id><published>2009-11-12T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:29:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We walked, we climbed the stairs. I thought in solitude, but he spoke. HE SPOKE.&lt;br /&gt;I should have guessed, but I know next to nothing about body language. He left me smiling alright, at how coward I must have looked, to attempt to walk straight ahead like we didn't even know each other. So yes, I was smiling, and smiling, and smiling's contagious. I contracted the smile disease. Most probably the first, and the last time we will be exchanging words for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'll pray that I'll meet ya next year in JC! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that was an encounter revealed. It's a wonder how people become from friends, who laugh and joke together, to just mere acquitance that wave hello and goodbye, or simple those you won't even take a second look. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio paper seem horrible today, with horrible MCQs, not forgetting my ever-so-smartly-made mistakes aka careless mistakes. I shall hope for a average paper tomorrow for chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! After 9am tomorrow, it's the end of the goddamnit Os!~ :D&lt;br /&gt;And the start of the lovely adventure of the 4 little cute kids. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-983757410519911428?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/983757410519911428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-walked-we-climbed-stairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/983757410519911428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/983757410519911428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-walked-we-climbed-stairs.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-737724540109165285</id><published>2009-11-11T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:51:37.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally typing in Blogger. My apologies, I've been rendered topicless ever since the start of Os, well other than to report about the examinations and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to know that there's only 2 more papers to go! (Don't blame me, it's the best topic that my brain can cramp up with)&lt;br /&gt;Those times when we all went, "O-level year!", "half a year!", "100 days more to go, must chiong", "20 more days, 100% chiong mode", "OMG IT'S TODAY". Haha, I find it, hilarious at how uptight we were. &lt;br /&gt;Now that the English exam is over, typing in what I'll say, a little proper English seems a tad weird. But I'll get the hang of it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real pity that when everyone screams their lungs out at the end of the Os, 4 nice, hardworking, efficient students are going to embark on the pre-PW assignment. Wow. This is how good Ngee Ann Secondary School is. Sadly, only for selected student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, putting school aside...&lt;br /&gt;I've a sin to commit (to).&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-737724540109165285?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/737724540109165285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-finally-typing-in-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/737724540109165285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/737724540109165285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-finally-typing-in-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2724003011111805275</id><published>2009-11-09T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:58:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a terribly weak weekend for me, plagued with the puking virus. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers! For today I've finally regained my strength after hours and hours and hours of sleeping, to find walking not a chore, to find myself eating more (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the well-wishes! :)&lt;br /&gt;So yes, one day left for me to read up on HCl and do my Physic TYS. On the road to recovery, this is how pressed for time I am. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ I shall drink Yakult later! Woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2724003011111805275?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2724003011111805275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-been-terribly-weak-weekend-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2724003011111805275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2724003011111805275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-been-terribly-weak-weekend-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5628996745775202810</id><published>2009-11-07T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:49:22.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The night was still, and I was drifting off to slumber. The next thing I know I was clearing up puke.&lt;br /&gt;It was a weird experience-it has that darn horrible stench (that I miraclously didn't smell much), and that gross slimy chyme sensation. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;I end up sleeping with my hands smelling of lavender. Nope, not hand soup, but floor detergent or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;What a responsible me! :D&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I didn't puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5628996745775202810?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5628996745775202810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-was-still-and-i-was-drifting-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5628996745775202810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5628996745775202810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-was-still-and-i-was-drifting-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-587432687388447179</id><published>2009-11-04T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:48:23.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"It's just another sad love song, racking my brain~"&lt;/i&gt; Another Sad Love Song; Toni Braxton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song! Especially love the chorus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessa! Left with Bio, HCL, triple science paper 1. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-587432687388447179?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/587432687388447179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-just-another-sad-love-song-racking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/587432687388447179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/587432687388447179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-just-another-sad-love-song-racking.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7757765642931022888</id><published>2009-11-02T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:31:49.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Maybe it's time for miracle!~"&lt;/i&gt; Time For Miracle; Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know, SS's a big screw-up. Cheers! Like I said, it's time for a miracle~&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully E.History tomorrow will be a little better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the beginning, nor is it the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7757765642931022888?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7757765642931022888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-time-for-miracle-time-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7757765642931022888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7757765642931022888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-time-for-miracle-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3075128959498338046</id><published>2009-11-01T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:25:52.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheers! Theme on Conflict and Harmony in Multi-Ethnic Societies completed! Two more to go, and my motivation tank is highly depleted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No more poison killing my emotion~"&lt;br /&gt;I miss Muttons. :(&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna eat Mutton! :((&lt;br /&gt;"I like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly~" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3075128959498338046?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3075128959498338046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheers-theme-on-conflict-and-harmony-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3075128959498338046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3075128959498338046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheers-theme-on-conflict-and-harmony-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1613883917723765076</id><published>2009-11-01T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:05:53.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg a Mars bar is SO DARN SWEET! I'm gonna die from the sweetness. Help! Lol. Next time I'll indulge in a dark chocolate bar instead of a Soft Nougat With Creamy Caramel In Thick Milk Chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Cool, I actually remember that from the wrapper. Sticky, yucks. No way am I touching it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1613883917723765076?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1613883917723765076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-mars-bar-is-so-darn-sweet-im-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1613883917723765076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1613883917723765076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-mars-bar-is-so-darn-sweet-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7257501069349985428</id><published>2009-11-01T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:06:11.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Never make someone your priority by making yourself their choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a week of afternoon papers, English and both Mathematics are over! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Damn the music that was slightly audible during the start of Amath paper 2; it nearly got me frustrated. I'm so glad that Lyvia and I ain't lunatics who imagined the sound (or maybe we are, there's a likelihood that we both imagined it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, humanities and science paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I have NOT touched Social Studies (8am tomorrow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7257501069349985428?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7257501069349985428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-make-someone-your-priority-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7257501069349985428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7257501069349985428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-make-someone-your-priority-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4632983091976364393</id><published>2009-10-26T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:09:21.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trepidation pulsated through my blood vessels as I waited for the obligatory moment to arrive. It was not a pleasant moment to behold, knowing that I would run myself down for my lousy grasp of the English language and my weak command of vocabulary, the fear managed to secure a stronger foundation in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're too fast," I intoned, desperately sourcing out for the reason behind my average work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed to hit home. It dawned on me that everytime I wrote out a composition, my beleaguered mind would be holding on to a sole thought-to finish it within an hour. By doing so, I totally shut off the door to allow my vocabulary to stream through. It is no wonder I am impaired in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spasmodic surge of relieve and confidence flowed through my body as I tried to convince myself that yes, I have the capability to do well. If only it would last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4632983091976364393?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4632983091976364393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/trepidation-pulsated-through-my-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4632983091976364393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4632983091976364393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/trepidation-pulsated-through-my-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3953122378299787160</id><published>2009-10-24T09:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:27:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"... one big illusion, I should try to forget."&lt;/i&gt; - That's Why (You Go Away) ; Michael Learns To Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impending O-level examinations are starting two days later, and here I am, convinced that I have all the time in the world. Simply waiting, for the obligatory moment to arrive-to start me hitting the books, to get me nerding, to finally not slack. But till then, I am still on the relaxation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, Mabeline's Pre-Examination Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be fluttering like a feather in a hurricane if I am fretting now, akin to a stone in a raging sea. That's why, &lt;s&gt;you go away&lt;/s&gt; chill. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, MLTR has a great song, can't help but typed it out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3953122378299787160?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3953122378299787160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/impending-o-level-examinations-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3953122378299787160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3953122378299787160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/impending-o-level-examinations-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6804692871373814820</id><published>2009-10-23T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:03:43.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"He sang as if he knew me, in all my dark despair.&lt;br /&gt;And then he looked right through me, as if I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong..."&lt;/i&gt; - Killing Me Softly ; Fugees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that I deem myself as the lesser of another, inferior of all. Well, partially true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great slacking this few day, before the ultimate rush.&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, our time is here, and the battle is on and raging. Keep up the good work and we'll triumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly, mindlessly, recklessly-it's time to start my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir~&lt;br /&gt;(Goodbye &amp; till we meet again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6804692871373814820?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6804692871373814820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-sang-as-if-he-knew-me-in-all-my-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6804692871373814820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6804692871373814820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-sang-as-if-he-knew-me-in-all-my-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7690808028448823471</id><published>2009-10-22T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:18:49.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"When i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I fly above the trees&lt;br /&gt;so I can watch the sun&lt;br /&gt;crash into the sea&lt;br /&gt;running through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;breathing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;oh, how it soothes~"&lt;/i&gt; Velvet Fingertips ; Chris Cendana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised the cup to my mouth, and let the drink overflow from the sides as I got myself lost in my thoughts. 60,000 thoughts per day, won't the brain overheat or something? Like, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7690808028448823471?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7690808028448823471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-close-my-eyes-i-fly-above-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7690808028448823471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7690808028448823471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-close-my-eyes-i-fly-above-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8356931775866462157</id><published>2009-10-21T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:50:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;" 'Cause I long for the safety, of flowing freely in your arms~"&lt;/i&gt; - Drowning ; Backstreets Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerrard's one scary guy! *freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;Every orifices on me was emanating fear like I've never felt before. I swear it's, freaky. Roar. Hunted by the color red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise it's neither dependence nor independence I'm looking for, it's response. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8356931775866462157?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8356931775866462157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-i-long-for-safety-of-flowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8356931775866462157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8356931775866462157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-i-long-for-safety-of-flowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7742656931166786848</id><published>2009-10-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:49:44.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hatred's breeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7742656931166786848?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7742656931166786848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/hatreds-breeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7742656931166786848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7742656931166786848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/hatreds-breeding.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7117111803555539098</id><published>2009-10-19T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:07:42.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"In the morning light, half awaken half asleep...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laid there thinking, was it all a dream?" &lt;br /&gt;- Have You Ever Been In Love; Peter Cetera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/StxGFEAraWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DXONgu8nVwE/s1600-h/Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/StxGFEAraWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DXONgu8nVwE/s320/Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394263506472888674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's an interesting cup. 'Cause I've always thought that black coffee is well, bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light. It was there, streaming from a tiny little crack. Hope was bursting out from every orifices on me as I approached it. The next thing I know, anguish enveloped me again. I got bested, yet, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a modicum of solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: Haven't my tepid reaction been tepid enough? Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7117111803555539098?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7117111803555539098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-morning-light-half-awaken-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7117111803555539098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7117111803555539098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-morning-light-half-awaken-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/StxGFEAraWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DXONgu8nVwE/s72-c/Coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6467150562238633751</id><published>2009-10-19T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:02:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something tells me that I need more than just toy cars to get a drive.&lt;br /&gt;But something else tells me that well, I don't really need the drive.&lt;br /&gt;Is this called complacency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up before the sun, I sat in solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6467150562238633751?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6467150562238633751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-tells-me-that-i-need-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6467150562238633751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6467150562238633751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-tells-me-that-i-need-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6093474669214345534</id><published>2009-10-18T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:07:51.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Let's cherish every moment we have been given&lt;br /&gt;The time is passing by.&lt;/i&gt; Cherish; Kool And The Gang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks buddy for the... interesting debate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;THE DRIVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/StsS_lptxlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bDlbPtVermA/s1600-h/Drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/StsS_lptxlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bDlbPtVermA/s320/Drive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393925862354437714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6093474669214345534?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6093474669214345534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-cherish-every-moment-we-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6093474669214345534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6093474669214345534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-cherish-every-moment-we-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/StsS_lptxlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bDlbPtVermA/s72-c/Drive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5027879313981698404</id><published>2009-10-17T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:44:23.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More haste, less speed. I'm gonna take things slow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-hour nap, cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5027879313981698404?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5027879313981698404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-count-every-hour-in-day-make-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5027879313981698404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5027879313981698404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-count-every-hour-in-day-make-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5905657711199288885</id><published>2009-10-14T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:45:07.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Every single day, without fail, take at least one little, concrete step closer to your dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5905657711199288885?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5905657711199288885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-single-day-without-fail-take-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5905657711199288885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5905657711199288885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-single-day-without-fail-take-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8314904498585955472</id><published>2009-10-13T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:51:22.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i battled with the slacker within myself, The Sound of Silence plays on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, i'm making too much a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, please oh please, stop promoting people to me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata guys, love from Jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8314904498585955472?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8314904498585955472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-i-battled-with-slacker-within-myself_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8314904498585955472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8314904498585955472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-i-battled-with-slacker-within-myself_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3232498763752791147</id><published>2009-10-13T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:45:26.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I simply hate those people who don't inform their grandma that their number has changed. Roar, how i wish i can speak hainanese now. &lt;br /&gt;(gua bo but gong hai nan where) = i hav no idea how to speak hainanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yy: yupp, wifi thru phone appeals more to me now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, mab &amp; jet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3232498763752791147?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3232498763752791147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-simply-hate-those-people-who-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3232498763752791147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3232498763752791147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-simply-hate-those-people-who-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6821234952180253381</id><published>2009-10-13T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:03:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a 24/7 study buddy! &lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Mabeline and S8003. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6821234952180253381?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6821234952180253381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-247-study-buddy-cheers-mabeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6821234952180253381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6821234952180253381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-247-study-buddy-cheers-mabeline.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8503328985300511585</id><published>2009-10-08T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:45:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flow of thoughts was endless before I was tackled by the connection problem. Now after settling down, I am glad things are coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th day before Os, Mabeline came up with a plan to plan her study schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, it always seem more fleasible and practical of me to plan out instead of, just doing papers, papers, and more papers everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Subjects to cover: (2 days shall be allocated for every subjects)&lt;br /&gt;1. Biology (this week)&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics (this weekend)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chemistry (next week)&lt;br /&gt;4. Social Studies (next week)&lt;br /&gt;5. E.History (next week)&lt;br /&gt;6. E &amp; A Math (last week)&lt;br /&gt;7. Revision (last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English (weekend before Os)&lt;br /&gt;HMT (after the major papers)&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Now that I've planned it out, I'm sure I can finish revising for all topics, provided I can stick to them. I've read from somewhere that by telling people your resolutions, you have a higher tendency to stick to them. So yeah, here it is guys! Feel free to make it your own as well, I'm sure you can benefit from it like I do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall dedicate a song to myself later~ :)&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;D Nite at 9pm. Woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8503328985300511585?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8503328985300511585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-course-you-decide-upon-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8503328985300511585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8503328985300511585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-course-you-decide-upon-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4611914934038923988</id><published>2009-10-08T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:13:22.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the last 18th day before the Os, Mabeline had a tough fight with the INTERNET. One hour was gone in a flash as she tried her best to set up a wireless connection. Thank god I succeeded! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4611914934038923988?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4611914934038923988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-last-18th-day-before-os-mabeline-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4611914934038923988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4611914934038923988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-last-18th-day-before-os-mabeline-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6232843060555570037</id><published>2009-10-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:59:55.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the last few minutes of the 19th day, Gold 90 played Next Time I Fall - Peter Cetera &amp; Amy Grant 'cause Mabeline requested for "Something by Peter Cetera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams and shouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree I should do this more often. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6232843060555570037?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6232843060555570037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-last-few-minutes-of-19th-day-gold-90.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6232843060555570037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6232843060555570037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-last-few-minutes-of-19th-day-gold-90.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8396759667640763833</id><published>2009-10-07T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:03:21.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Do it good, do it well... If not, don't even do it at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the middle of nowhere. The chilly wind mercilessly biting on my skin, attempting to make me succumb in the cold. Too cold, too cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna let you best me," I intoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm feeling attached to my Puma jacket. Love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the wrong countdown.&lt;br /&gt;It's 19 days to the 19-day Os. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8396759667640763833?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8396759667640763833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-it-good-do-it-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8396759667640763833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8396759667640763833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-it-good-do-it-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5479455961221571419</id><published>2009-10-07T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:52:28.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 18th day before Os, Mabeline chanced upon a song that brought a smile to her face. Nope, it ain't a saccharine smile; It's one of pure mirth. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;u&gt;Believe it or not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I'm walking on air&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could feel so free&lt;br /&gt;Flying away on a wing and prayer&lt;br /&gt;Who could it be, believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;It's just me!~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe It Or Not FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5479455961221571419?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5479455961221571419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-18th-day-before-os-mabeline-chanced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5479455961221571419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5479455961221571419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-18th-day-before-os-mabeline-chanced.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-737690461512783879</id><published>2009-10-06T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:49:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 19th day before Os, Mabeline's world collapsed upon her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the sky-like floor of the bus that I kept staring at.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the fact that I can't find a nice, quiet place to just stone in school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Damn this and that...&lt;br /&gt;Damn how I misplaced a trust.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the stupidity of myself for being so careless.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the fact that I can't freaking answer Amath questions.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the fact that all I can do is stare at the worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the damned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my search for freedom, and peace of mind...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someday ; MLTR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-737690461512783879?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/737690461512783879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-last-19th-day-before-os-mabelines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/737690461512783879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/737690461512783879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-last-19th-day-before-os-mabelines.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1802318727365458853</id><published>2009-10-05T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:55:01.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to the Os, and I haven't really start on my so-called intensive revision. But fret not, there's still time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for trying to engage me in a conversation. I really needed a laugh at your stupidity. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't waste more time typing, I've got a chinese composition to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing can stand in the resolve of a determined soul. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1802318727365458853?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1802318727365458853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-fantasy-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1802318727365458853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1802318727365458853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-fantasy-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2397751284903633370</id><published>2009-10-04T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:55:21.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing it well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The lantern's point of view&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down. Dozens of people were squeezed in the shelter while a few lucky ones were able to secure umbrellas for themselves and stand in the rain, away from all the jostling and hustling. It was like a little merry-go-round as people moved around the huge oak table. "I'm going dizzy," I could remember it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humans made quite a noise, but it was bearable. The only noise that I could not stand was from my electronic cousin. It got even worse when his battery died a little. Luckily, I was not the only one; I could see some pairs of eyes scanning about for the source. Thank god they shut him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that I was hanged high up, away from the reach of the little kids. But, did it matter? No. They had their eyes on the transformer that was running about and crushing random cars in a Nintendo DS.Ah, the good old days. I wanted to admire the night scene with a little kid, but after seeing what happened to a fellow lantern (caught fire), I was happy to be just hanging from the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every second whizzed past me, I felt myself dimmed a little and a little more, and soon my flame was out. My moment was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2397751284903633370?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2397751284903633370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/lanterns-point-of-view-i-looked-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2397751284903633370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2397751284903633370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/lanterns-point-of-view-i-looked-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8994841835620961606</id><published>2009-10-04T07:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:11:06.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feels Like Heaven - Peter Cetera&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;Until you I was lost in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew that love could feel like heaven&lt;br /&gt;Watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;Since you came my way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you put the color&lt;br /&gt;In a world of grey&lt;br /&gt;And you make the love&lt;br /&gt;That carries me away &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I don't wanna graduate. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8994841835620961606?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8994841835620961606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/feels-like-heaven-peter-cetera-all-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8994841835620961606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8994841835620961606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/feels-like-heaven-peter-cetera-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4598163656898297069</id><published>2009-10-03T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:12:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;And then like a rush of a thousand wings&lt;br /&gt;It shines upon the one&lt;br /&gt;And the day has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Temple of the King (Rainbow)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4598163656898297069?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4598163656898297069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-like-rush-of-thousand-wings-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4598163656898297069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4598163656898297069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-like-rush-of-thousand-wings-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6350247677310425001</id><published>2009-10-01T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:42:05.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;Orthostatic hypotension~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6350247677310425001?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6350247677310425001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/orthostatic-hypotension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6350247677310425001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6350247677310425001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/10/orthostatic-hypotension.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7410212117031872201</id><published>2009-09-30T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:30:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to Minlin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The HL milk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all your fault that I'm getting burned under this scorching sun!" I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only smiled apologetically as I continued with my long strings of complaints while hopping about like a spoilt brat. For a long while, I filled the atmosphere up with an air of childish frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, he interjected, "I'll be right back." And then, he took his leave, leaving a flabbergasted me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nobody listening to my moaning, I resumed my seat on the shore and sat in silence. My ears would twitched agog at every incoming footsteps I heard, only to be disappointed as it was not him. For untold moments (I believed every of my short stories have this phrase :P ) I sat there, wondering where he had gone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I heard the familiar rhythm of footsteps; I knew he had returned. I turned perkily towards the source of the footsteps and was greeted by his sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he took his place beside me, he held out a packet of Chocolate-flavoured HL milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There you go, the milk will cool you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not bring myself to reject his offer, so I accepted it. However, I did not open it. Staring into the horizon, we sat there, never once exchanging words since he last spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never knew I was lactose intolerant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7410212117031872201?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7410212117031872201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-to-minlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7410212117031872201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7410212117031872201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicated-to-minlin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4253871826811648393</id><published>2009-09-30T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:29:48.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I was nearly jolted out of my seat when the VJC video boomed out of the speakers. I swear, it was shocking to the nth degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school started, inspiration hit me and I wrote yet another short story (okay, I won't consider it a story). Credits to Mdm Muinera's smile, I swear I will miss that pleasant smile of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;Helpless&lt;/s&gt; When She Smiles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walkway was crowded; it was the opening of the newest shopping mall in town. In the congested flow, everyone was jostling about, mindlessly putting their feet wherever a space was available. To be able to move a step deeper into the mall was considered a formidable feat. Sadly, the difficulty of retreating of someone in the midst was tantamount to that of entering. There was no escape for one caught in the middle of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I was stuck just three metres from the entrance. I only chose to join the flood of people entering as I needed to go to the john desperately. And the moment I was in, I realised that the toilet was all the way on the opposite side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the spasmodic one-centimetre movement into the mall, I could not help feeling urgent as urine pushed my bladder to its limit. I then glanced about to distract myself from the need to relieve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, someone caught my sight. My gaze transfixed itself on a lady, and she returned the steady gaze. As she looked deep into my eyes, I could feel the knotted nerves in myself undo itself with every passing second our gaze held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth twitched, and she revealed a smile to me. Immediately, a sea of relief surged through every veins in my body, exposing me to a calmness I have never felt before. At that moment, I was oblivious to my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a whole second, she smiled at me. And the next moment, she disappeared from my sight. Despite the fact that she was gone, the warmth and calmness I felt in her presence did not falter into nothingness. And, she was my late mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-4253871826811648393?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4253871826811648393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-was-nearly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4253871826811648393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/4253871826811648393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-was-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7229718493266817661</id><published>2009-09-30T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:17:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked.&lt;br /&gt;1st stop: TPJC. I saw the bus past by as I made my way along the overhead bridge. "Damn," I cursed. I did not stop there, and carried on simply because I did not want to wait. Along the way, the smell of plants overwhelmed me as a gardener did some trimming. I swear my stomach lurched.&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop: I glanced to my left, and remembered how I used to glue myself to the TV series, watching Ah Bee working in the nearby petrol station. I shall pray for a miracle to happen - for him to recover. :)&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop: The walk was far. Upon arrival, I attempted a shortcut and ventured into the HDB flats. I walked into the unventured flats, armed with my pratically useless sense of direction. But there was one thing that made me bold enough to do so, which was "If you're lost, just walk in one direction and you'll find a way out". Somehow after a twisting and turning trail, I saw the main road again. You could never be able to guess how relieved I was.&lt;br /&gt;4th stop: A crossroad. How lucky I was to remember to turn. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;5th stop: Somewhere, I spotted Loyang Point.&lt;br /&gt;6th stop: I tried attempting another shortcut, to the left again. And then, I saw the bus turning right. Yes, saved by the bus!~&lt;br /&gt;7th stop: My memory is failing me. Is it Greenview Secondary?&lt;br /&gt;8th stop: I thought of waiting for a bus since it was getting late. But well, I did not want to stop yet.&lt;br /&gt;9th stop: And now, a primary school? Alas, I can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the bus at the new bus stop. If only I had the time, 2 more stops to go and I'll be at Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My apologies that the sentence constructions are in a bad state. My time is short now, I will make the necessary amendments later. :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7229718493266817661?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7229718493266817661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-walked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7229718493266817661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7229718493266817661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5286448647220215392</id><published>2009-09-29T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:29:33.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Preening Cop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she dragged her catatonic body up the metallic stairs, every step of hers echoed down the storeys at 10'000 Hertz each. There were frequent breaks in the rhythmic echos as she stopped spasmodically to convince herself to stop ascending, but to no avail. For untold moments, she proceeded on the seemingly never-ending flight of stairs until she caught sight of the door. She pushed opened the ajar door and stepped into the moonlight. Behind, she heard some fuzzy noises, but she put it from her head as she believed she was hallucinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made her way to the edge of the roof, emanating the scent of impending death. The noises behind her increased in amplitude and soon, a sea of navy blue flooded out of the door. The policemen had arrived. In the next moment, she was standing on the ledge while the policemen freezed in their steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her last legs when a policeman intoned. "Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a moment, a menu of questions appeared behind her eyes. Then, the cursor landed on one, she fumed. Immediately, she stepped down from the edge and relief surged over the firemen on the ground floor. She stomped towards the policeman who spoken, leaving a trail of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean by saying 'bye'!" she screamed in the face of the policeman, saliva splattering over every inch of the man's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman gave a smug and with skilled hands, he handcuffed the lady before her mind could registered what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're under arrest for attempting suicide." he responded, never once taking the copasetic grin of his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5286448647220215392?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5286448647220215392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/preening-cop-as-she-dragged-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5286448647220215392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5286448647220215392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/preening-cop-as-she-dragged-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3440891189527885849</id><published>2009-09-29T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:08:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Thousands of regrets came unravelling in the face of the impending death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are to die tomorrow, what will you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my coach.&lt;br /&gt;Several years have passed, and I wonder how you have been. I might not be a fine player, but I always love pairing-up with you; I still feel that we were the greatest team in court. You would take the back while I secure the front. Every movement of yours seemed to be lined with grace. I aspired to be like you, I still do.&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me coach!&lt;br /&gt;(Argh, I've once again lost my touch. Please pardon the awkward sentences.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it? I'll tell you that I'm stuck in a moment that wasn't meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgrv-YhjWVg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgrv-YhjWVg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3440891189527885849?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3440891189527885849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/thousands-of-regrets-came-unravelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3440891189527885849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3440891189527885849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/thousands-of-regrets-came-unravelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3855279240794758106</id><published>2009-09-26T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:13:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Q: After taking victory in Belgium, at Monza you seemed to have your old fire back. How important was your win in Spa to you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KR: One win doesn’t change my life. Does it make life easier when you win? I don’t think so. But it is always nice to win, even though the next race is the same old challenge again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Q: But didn’t winning help remind you that you haven’t lost it?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KR: No, I’ve never had doubts in that respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(KR = Kimi Raikkonen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3855279240794758106?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3855279240794758106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/q-after-taking-victory-in-belgium-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3855279240794758106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3855279240794758106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/q-after-taking-victory-in-belgium-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-9109092667640472904</id><published>2009-09-22T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:02:57.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The world always looks brighter from behind a smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every fold I put in extra caution. The product? An out-of-shape present. Sad to say, it wasn't as perfect as what I had in mind. But somehow, there was a pure glee when I looked at the end-product. Yes, it's perfectly imperfect. :D&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of putting one's heart into doing something... simply exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in it in front of the mirror. Simple? Yet wasn't that simple. Complicating and fuzzy-looking? Yet not to that extent. Just how I like it - a little intriguing design but not that eye-catching. :D&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was that for me to be in white? Thanks a lot, now I looked like a bridesmaid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;(I think it was myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt; I lie here convince myself, that tomorrow will be better~ :D&lt;br /&gt;Trouble Is ; Backstreet Boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-9109092667640472904?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/9109092667640472904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-always-looks-brighter-from-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/9109092667640472904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/9109092667640472904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-always-looks-brighter-from-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8586875504780224081</id><published>2009-09-21T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:11:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Obstacles are the thing you see when you take your eyes off the goal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I offer my sincerest apologies for the one whose phone had contact with the ground thanks to my clumsiness. &lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so glad that I'm a girl or else the consequences is dire. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not used to the agility and flexibility I had to possess. I tried pushing myself a little more, but no matter how I tried I still returned to square one. It was okay to disappoint myself. But, I hold myself in contempt for the fact that I was hindering the performance of my partner. 'Sorry' came out of my mouth now and then, only to be returned by a warming smile; however, it still did not make me feel any better. How I wish I was better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tranquil surroundings seem to exert an aura of silence that I feared to penetrate into. And as I was led into the room, I knew I was faced with the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;As one speaks, heads would turn in his direction. No, it was not an attentive look, but rather, a look of despise. Someone with a low level of tolerance would even return an annoyed 'Shh!'.&lt;br /&gt;That's why... I hate the study section of the library - a tauntingly quiet place. Yes, the silence intimidates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fellow STHM lover :) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Straight Through My Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of the night&lt;br /&gt;Where it's dark&lt;br /&gt;In the lights&lt;br /&gt;I heard the loudest noise&lt;br /&gt;A gunshot on the floor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8586875504780224081?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8586875504780224081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/obstacles-are-thing-you-see-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8586875504780224081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8586875504780224081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/obstacles-are-thing-you-see-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8237297828280701744</id><published>2009-09-19T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:36:27.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=centre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh baby baby, it's a wild world~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Wild World; Cat Stevens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to get by 'cause of consistent smiles. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8237297828280701744?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8237297828280701744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-baby-baby-its-wild-world-wild-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8237297828280701744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8237297828280701744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-baby-baby-its-wild-world-wild-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1725833436979032048</id><published>2009-09-19T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:59:24.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Toss out your comfort zone; to be comfortable is to go without risk. And without risk, there's no reward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain registered the place where I was - the familiar junction. Something gently tugged my attention away from the traffic and I found myself drifting further away from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of waiting, the light turned green. I stepped down on the pedal and went a metre onto the road. And then it dawned on me. Throwing a look to my right, the ceramic-white van was accelerating. Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;I backed onto the platform as the driver cast an 'I-can't-believe-it' look.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do that? Don't ask me, I'll only draw a blank. Maybe I'll just a little too accustomed to the big round lights; instead of the green and red men. &lt;br /&gt;One more of this incident and I'll kiss goodbye to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll treat ya to Andersen's for your birthday kay! :D&lt;br /&gt;You can have a Mac Vanilla Cone first as a pre-celebration of... you-name-it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1725833436979032048?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1725833436979032048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/toss-out-your-comfort-zone-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1725833436979032048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1725833436979032048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/toss-out-your-comfort-zone-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5365086283470022014</id><published>2009-09-17T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:49:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A beautiful heart is one with gaps and jagged edges.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The first gap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun retreated, and darkness soon engulfed the surroundings. The lambent moon rised, taking the sun's place, but it could never replace the sun's incandescent rays.&lt;br /&gt;He plodded along the street with his hands in the pocket, looking aimlessly as he wished every second to pass faster than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;After untold moments, he mustered a smile while world war 3 broke out among his hormonal glands. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to fall insensate," he intoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a energy-draining round of examinations (Fine, I'm not that drained), I'm glad to annouce that Prelims are finally over and done with!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, sad to say, my results will not be that monotonous anymore. Too much contextual knowledge not absorbed, too much complacency overriding my brain system... Alas and alack!&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, no use crying over spilled milk. What's done is done, and will never be undone. So well, I'm looking forward to the future!&lt;br /&gt;I shall buck up and pull up my socks for Os. This time round, no more double digits L1R5 for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5365086283470022014?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5365086283470022014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-heart-is-one-with-gaps-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5365086283470022014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5365086283470022014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-heart-is-one-with-gaps-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-9099203463239230758</id><published>2009-09-15T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:55:18.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, I'm just glad that I wasn't faced with a tornado. :P&lt;br /&gt;I shall be a good girl and wait for a zephyr to come by to lift me up as I fall away. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From, Leaf Mabeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-9099203463239230758?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/9099203463239230758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-read-leaf-tree-wind-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/9099203463239230758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/9099203463239230758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-read-leaf-tree-wind-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6663993633902744276</id><published>2009-09-13T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:10:55.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Thanks to those who wished me at midnight! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to one who wished me at an unearthly 5am in the morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the three who called and wished me despite all the laughter/paiseh-ness! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who dropped by messages today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6663993633902744276?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6663993633902744276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-to-those-who-wished-me-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6663993633902744276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6663993633902744276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-to-those-who-wished-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2562797304228819786</id><published>2009-09-12T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:49:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;All it takes is a little convincing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today is half-wasted. :X&lt;br /&gt;I shall go for my lunch now and start working on Specimen paper 3 of the Armoury! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2562797304228819786?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2562797304228819786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-it-takes-is-little-convincing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2562797304228819786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2562797304228819786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-it-takes-is-little-convincing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-337221411982739695</id><published>2009-09-11T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:57:58.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find this novel and intriguing. :D&lt;br /&gt;Read on to be shitty-ly enlightened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a beautiful autumn day. At the top of the trees, a bird was enjoying itself thoroughly. The chirping was especially joyous, loud and captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rabbit came along, gazed up at the bird and said it wished it too could take things easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird suggested that the rabbit try. The rabbit rested at the bottom of the tree, but a fox came along and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADM Lui said: 'The first lesson ... is that to sit around and do nothing, we must be very high up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a turkey came along, and it also wanted to enjoy itself at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey consulted a cow, which said that there was energy in cow dung, because the cow had previously seen the farmer use it for fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the turkey started munching on cow dung, felt stronger and, half-hopping and half-flying, made its way up the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost reached the bird, but was gobbling the dung so furiously that the sound alerted the farmer. The farmer thought that the turkey would make a wonderful meal for Thanksgiving and shot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADM Lui's second lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bullsh** can get you near the top, but it takes more than bullsh** to keep you up there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late autumn, the bird fell to the ground and was half-frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow came along and, hoping to warm the bird up, deposited some of its fresh dung on the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird started chirping, disgusted that it was in a pile of dung. The bird's din attracted the fox, who got the bird out of the dung, much to the bird's delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox cleaned the bird, then ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not everyone who drops sh** on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who takes you out of sh** is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes, when you're deep in sh**, it's better to keep your mouth shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-337221411982739695?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/337221411982739695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-find-this-novel-and-intriguing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/337221411982739695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/337221411982739695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-find-this-novel-and-intriguing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-6814508740985517905</id><published>2009-09-11T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:43:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;One always can succeed; no one's a failure at any point of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqpurNUi0fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OfQmDzajO3Y/s1600-h/P1080005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqpurNUi0fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OfQmDzajO3Y/s320/P1080005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380234393436738034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those evil tempters out there: Hah, Andersen's in the house!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it tasted different, it lost its luscious taste when served with non-Andersen biscuit. Alas, I'll just have to drop by Parkway for a Sundae with my family again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends are here, and yet, I have to say I have started on neither my Chemistry or Mathematics revision. I've only read through the Physic textbook, which is, useless.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, mark my words, I'll nerd during the weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall revive my dream of being a Victorian and make my tuition teacher proud! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it simply sucks to be sniffing right now. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-6814508740985517905?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6814508740985517905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-always-can-succeed-no-ones-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6814508740985517905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/6814508740985517905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-always-can-succeed-no-ones-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqpurNUi0fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OfQmDzajO3Y/s72-c/P1080005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7372988052276118123</id><published>2009-09-10T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:02:06.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;By all these lovely tokens September days are here, with summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quotes on September are simply hard to search for. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is simply awesome!&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrated my parents' anniversary at Genting! :D&lt;br /&gt;- 090909 : Happy Birthday to Darren!&lt;br /&gt;- 110909 : Daddy's Birthday tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;- 130909 : Yee Si's planning to get me something. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming to an end once again, nerding process is put on halt. Who cares! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil guy in my jacket, sipping my Venti Dark Mocha. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqkTyPb9zTI/AAAAAAAAAes/oVLYMbDnhF0/s1600-h/P1070968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqkTyPb9zTI/AAAAAAAAAes/oVLYMbDnhF0/s320/P1070968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379852983728983346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqkU2NPkE0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/9hQUTUD06iE/s1600-h/P1070969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqkU2NPkE0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/9hQUTUD06iE/s320/P1070969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379854151371199298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, cute! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7372988052276118123?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7372988052276118123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-all-these-lovely-tokens-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7372988052276118123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7372988052276118123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-all-these-lovely-tokens-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cRWxFqDrIA/SqkTyPb9zTI/AAAAAAAAAes/oVLYMbDnhF0/s72-c/P1070968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5743459652594914363</id><published>2009-09-05T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:17:39.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Life should be like a game of cards, you made a mistake then fold and start over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Yee Si messaged me today, and I cracked up, like totally. :D&lt;br /&gt;Why? Not telling. (to save her from embarrassment. I know, I'm kind and caring and benevolent...) :P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm having goosebumps. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week's over. &lt;br /&gt;Prelim papers are rather, crappy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Away from 6th Sept - 8th Sept.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5743459652594914363?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5743459652594914363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-should-be-like-game-of-cards-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5743459652594914363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5743459652594914363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-should-be-like-game-of-cards-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5233497006563059251</id><published>2009-09-03T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:43:19.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shattered - Backstreet Boys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQBN75I2eZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQBN75I2eZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So empty, can't feel no more,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm left with my tears on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I wait for my heart to mend,&lt;br /&gt;But you keep tearing a hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I'm so lost,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's a battlefield of love,&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm shattered,&lt;br /&gt;(From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke)&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;(But it slipped from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered)&lt;br /&gt;So shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe, you and me, ahh)&lt;br /&gt;So shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe, you left me, shattered)&lt;br /&gt;I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I still here for,&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I'm just waiting&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'd rescue me,&lt;br /&gt;And put the pieces together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I'm so lost,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's a battlefield of love,&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm shattered&lt;br /&gt;(From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke)&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;(But it slipped from you hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered)&lt;br /&gt;So shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe, you and me, ahh)&lt;br /&gt;So shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe, you left me, shattered)&lt;br /&gt;I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you're really here for,&lt;br /&gt;If you never really loved me&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all but it still wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all you had to say was that you ain't&lt;br /&gt;Looking for commitment&lt;br /&gt;Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You took my emotions&lt;br /&gt;and scattered them on the ground&lt;br /&gt;So hard to just pick up,&lt;br /&gt;and move on with life, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brief piano interlude*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm shattered&lt;br /&gt;(From the chip in my heart, kept taking it till it broke)&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;(But it slipped from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe it was me, I'm so shattered)&lt;br /&gt;So shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe, you and me, ahh)&lt;br /&gt;So shattered&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe, you left me, shattered)&lt;br /&gt;I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe, you and me, ahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the interlude. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some papers are over, while some are a week away.&lt;br /&gt;Biology is a major screw-up today. Totally, M.A.J.O.R.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hell's over. I told my parents "Gone for Bio." Yay!~&lt;br /&gt;Challenging and mind-intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;Amath was a whole lot better! 1 hour left to spare. Apparently, there is still questions which I can't attempt correctly. Alas, Prelim is trial. Learn from mistake! Let's just hope that Prelim papers are freaking tough, so we'll beef up. And Os will be a piece of cake. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5233497006563059251?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5233497006563059251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/shattered-backstreet-boys-so-empty-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5233497006563059251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5233497006563059251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/shattered-backstreet-boys-so-empty-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-306972073968884307</id><published>2009-09-01T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:24:35.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Would you tell me which way I ought to go from here?” asked Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That depends a good deal on where you want to get,” said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really don’t care where,” replied Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go,” said the Cat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believe it’s true that the difference between great people and everyone else is that great people create their lives actively, while everyone else is created by their lives, passively waiting to see where life takes them next.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-306972073968884307?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/306972073968884307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you-tell-me-which-way-i-ought-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/306972073968884307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/306972073968884307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you-tell-me-which-way-i-ought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5924701601151168379</id><published>2009-08-31T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:49:34.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have concrete evidence that the best man to display that is none other than, Darryl. Just listen to him laugh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Teacher's Day!&lt;br /&gt;It's a special day 'cause I treat my daddy for lunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's a special day 'cause I bought 3 packets of tissue from a wheelchair-bounded lady. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's a special day 'cause I feel like sleeping! Roar!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5924701601151168379?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5924701601151168379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-race-has-one-really-effective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5924701601151168379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5924701601151168379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-race-has-one-really-effective.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7753397400286959315</id><published>2009-08-30T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:37:01.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Backstreet Boys - Masquerade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning, I'm yearning for the one to steal my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wanna play in this game of disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a masquerade~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he stood on the podium for the 4th time, I couldn't help but let my endorphins run on an extreme high level. Bursting out of the orifices on my skin, I can feel my skin breathing the air of delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the Ferrari! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll get highly motivated. Be it in my studies, my life, or whatsoever. You'll see. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7753397400286959315?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7753397400286959315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/backstreet-boys-masquerade-yearning-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7753397400286959315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7753397400286959315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/backstreet-boys-masquerade-yearning-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3715897617744867229</id><published>2009-08-30T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:44:51.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start dreaming!~&lt;br /&gt;I need to start up my initiative, I need to start doing stuff, I need to refrain from thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle tug of my thoughts, pulled me away from my body as words such as "discriminant" and "always positive..." tried their very best to stop me from leaving reality but to no avail. Lost, in the abyss of thoughts. Everywhere I turned, daunting figures of thoughts looked down on me, assured that I will never make it out; however, everywhere I looked, I could see a trickle of light streaming in through unknown apertures. Every orifices on me is brimming with hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;Emotions came full throttle at me, so much so that my eyes can't help but tear away. Poignant show. Tsk, I'm still gonna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great day today!&lt;br /&gt;A nice bowl of cereal to start my day off, great!&lt;br /&gt;If only I can start nerding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3715897617744867229?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3715897617744867229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-as-high-as-i-reach-can-i-grow-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3715897617744867229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3715897617744867229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-as-high-as-i-reach-can-i-grow-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-1449296731843192346</id><published>2009-08-29T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:10:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I'll get out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And btw, you still haven't answer me. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-1449296731843192346?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1449296731843192346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-ill-get-out-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1449296731843192346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/1449296731843192346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-ill-get-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-2765161424129356240</id><published>2009-08-29T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:02:40.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If you can't find the key to success, pick the lock.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have yet to fathom the meaning of above quote, but I guess it's cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it means that one should not bother finding the key, instead work on opening the lock? Okay, I believed I have just prattled, for a short moment that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done guys! Language papers are over, no more hair-pulling on what to write, no more counting of words and losing count in the process, no more flipping here and there...&lt;br /&gt;Next week comes the hard-core memorising papers!&lt;br /&gt;Wed: SS, EM1&lt;br /&gt;Thur: PB, AM1&lt;br /&gt;Fri: EH&lt;br /&gt;I'll most probably omit the revision of the mathematics papers. Monday and Tuesday to hit the books. Damn! This mean my weekends are free!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great day today. The sun is up, the sky is blue... (I know it sounds like any other day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a splendiferous day! The trees are swaying slightly to the lovely zephyr brushing past them, the flowers are beaming in the sunlight...&lt;br /&gt;I can't write narrative for nuts. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-2765161424129356240?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2765161424129356240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-cant-find-key-to-success-pick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2765161424129356240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/2765161424129356240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-cant-find-key-to-success-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-8836722318394648454</id><published>2009-08-26T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:26:01.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"There are more people who are 'eaten by food' than people who 'ate' food."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without an iota of doubt, I fervently believe in the above sentence since I discernibly fall into the former category.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing's wrong with that right? Ditto. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance of the present experience.&lt;br /&gt;I made it a point to keep my mouth on a tight rein, modesty.&lt;br /&gt;I kept in mind to engender positive thinking in others and myself, hope.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, a meager selflessness actions practiced. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock strikes 12 tonight, the Prelim season will be inaugurated.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all and never be bereft of hope! :D&lt;br /&gt;Do your best, you wouldn't want to disappoint yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;May this assuage your examination blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-8836722318394648454?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8836722318394648454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-more-people-who-are-eaten-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8836722318394648454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/8836722318394648454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-more-people-who-are-eaten-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-3960322126733571097</id><published>2009-08-25T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:03:20.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Do your best and do it according to your own inner standard - call it conscience."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have bemoaned over my vain attempt today, but I shall not.&lt;br /&gt;I would have groused at my incapability, but I will not.&lt;br /&gt;For today, I found great reverence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never believe that you can't do something when you have not even attempt at it. You will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Never groan when you are requested to something, for there are people out there who wouldn't mind doing it for you even if you mentioned it in passing only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no rest for the wicked! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in earnest. Search it up, wicked is the exact antithesis of the wicked witches you have in your mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-3960322126733571097?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3960322126733571097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-your-best-and-do-it-according-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3960322126733571097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/3960322126733571097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-your-best-and-do-it-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-889681388758705403</id><published>2009-08-24T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:25:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Conquer anger by non-anger. Conquer evil by good. Conquer miserliness by liberality. Conquer a liar by truthfulness.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awash with anger or hatred? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one makes you angry. You make yourself angry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is something created by yourself. We tend to believe that anger is caused by external factors, such as frustrating events or people.&lt;br /&gt;Realise that anger is created by the mind.&lt;br /&gt;To deal with it, immerse yourself in it instead of expressing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step: To rid myself of hatred. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-889681388758705403?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/889681388758705403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/conquer-anger-by-non-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/889681388758705403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/889681388758705403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/conquer-anger-by-non-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-7117533220844338607</id><published>2009-08-24T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:28:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;He who is afraid of asking is ashamed of learning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks of poignant memories seems to occur spasmodically, with nigh on everything triggering them. I fought hard to resist them, each time arousing more memories, which simply aggravate the situation. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm haunted by poignancy, languished in seemingly ever-lasting consternation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I fall insensate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities of self-improvement slipped past me as the sand in an hourglass continues to flow, every grain reminding me of the time that have went past and will never return. Even though the hourglass can be reversed, time can never be. Everyday I fool myself into thinking that, "Tomorrow! I will be better", only to realise that my tomorrow never arrive. The engendered hope is running out fast as disappointment takes its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination, beleaguered mind... They are grating on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, this incongruity is greatly welcomed. :)&lt;br /&gt;What I define as, pre-exam blues/motivation. Be it last-day studying, I know I'll get somewhere. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to something more lively! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Bedok North Avenue 3, there's a Y Y Tan's Clinic for Women. Guffawed! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-7117533220844338607?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7117533220844338607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-who-is-afraid-of-asking-is-ashamed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7117533220844338607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/7117533220844338607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-who-is-afraid-of-asking-is-ashamed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-5382623071984614220</id><published>2009-08-21T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:39:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2046760835008526070-5382623071984614220?l=qwerty-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5382623071984614220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/tension-is-who-you-think-you-should-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5382623071984614220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2046760835008526070/posts/default/5382623071984614220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerty-one.blogspot.com/2009/08/tension-is-who-you-think-you-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mabeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04397772616149747385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046760835008526070.post-4735709532527407295</id><published>2009-08-21T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:43:26.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Trouble is only opportunity in work clothes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yet another week of school has went past in a flash. Prelim will officially start on the 27 of August, good luck to all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the mock mathematics papers that the school prepared for us are great practice for the actual paper coming in 2 weeks' time. &lt;br /&gt;Amath paper proved to be challenging, some questions that stumped me completely. The disappointing thing was that I have attempted before one of those question. It's time I really learn it well, and KNOW HOW TO DO IT. -.-&lt;br /&gt;1h 07min left on the clock when I was done with the Emath paper. Sadly, I left one question undone. More haste less speed, I still gotta brush up on my accuracy and alertness in answering questions. Alas and alack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's great! :D&lt;br /&gt;4R1's Healthy Lifestyle rep (aka Late Queen aka Lyvia) is always bringing chocolatey food and nibbling during class. Yeah, chocolates are great antioxidants!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm subjected to hand graffiti! I am so glad that I wasn't being pulled out of the examination venue for the 'beautiful' drawings on my hand. Thanks whoever for the invention of jackets. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking up self-defence skills from the weak Ye Yang. Sorry to say, I can recall none of the skills that was being demonstrated today. :P&lt;br /&gt;It's saddening to know that this is the last year of being in secondary school and in class 4R1! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are taking place over 4 weeks, long? My sentiments exactly. That's why, my intensive nerding for it still has not taken place. Anyway, who cares! 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