<?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-1046981340133309306</id><updated>2011-07-29T10:16:56.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, Reasons.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-6264401208595541553</id><published>2010-03-29T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:32:22.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lose faith,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what the circumstances, don't lose faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6264401208595541553?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6264401208595541553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-lose-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6264401208595541553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6264401208595541553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-lose-faith.html' title='Don&apos;t lose faith,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-7316852575852489499</id><published>2010-03-22T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:34:37.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Playground,</title><content type='html'>I'm busy like a bee now. ): Oh well. I got ChengYu test tmr &amp;amp; tmr is the deadline for the eight poems. ): Ew, I don't like. BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7316852575852489499?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7316852575852489499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/childhood-playground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7316852575852489499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7316852575852489499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/childhood-playground.html' title='Childhood Playground,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4737565816600005527</id><published>2010-03-17T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:44:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with my testimony! 4 more poems &amp;amp; work plan! (: SHall blog after the holidays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a purpose/motive when you initiate a conversation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4737565816600005527?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4737565816600005527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-done-with-my-testimony-4-more-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4737565816600005527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4737565816600005527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-done-with-my-testimony-4-more-poems.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-7650701690547977492</id><published>2010-03-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:49:10.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucked in,</title><content type='html'>OH, I'M SLEEPY, BLOGGING TMR. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7650701690547977492?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7650701690547977492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/sucked-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7650701690547977492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7650701690547977492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/sucked-in.html' title='Sucked in,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2426010247449798783</id><published>2010-03-15T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:16:12.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lag behind,</title><content type='html'>I miss Lina &amp;amp; Gf! ): HM. Stupid Lina is not going to attend training tomorrow. Bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to rise &amp;amp; shine at 6 today, but, apparently, I can't drag myself out of bed, &amp;amp; I ended up waking up at 7 .. Wash up &amp;amp; all, &amp;amp; cabbed down to Singpost. Had Macs with Monika &amp;amp; a few others, then had BMT! I admit that I was kind of lethargic before lunch, but after lunch, I was fully energized! Um .. Oh yea, had 1hr of quiet time. I didn't know reading 9pages of the bible &amp;amp; praying took 1 hr. Oh well. Couldn't really concertrate as my mind was driting away to somewhere far away. It's most probably because of the HW I had promised myself to do yet didn't. ): I shall compete all tasks I set for msyelf next time. Must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a lack of discipline. I don't reach my targets on time, I don't follow my daily plan. Oh well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy Vanila Cone with Monika after BMT, then went to buy Soya Milk with pearls while we were waiting for Danette. Monika &amp;amp; Danette went to Queensway while I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An escape from backstabbers &amp;amp; two-faced people is all you need sometimes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2426010247449798783?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2426010247449798783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/lag-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2426010247449798783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2426010247449798783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/lag-behind.html' title='Lag behind,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5140324545299046626</id><published>2010-03-14T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:34:26.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To err is human, to forgive is divine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was okayokie today, I guess. Hm, had dinner, then went home. &amp;amp;, I know a person from TNPS! She is .. FELICIA! XXX brought her to church!(: I don't know what XXX name is .. Oh well. I like her laughter! (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GF! Glad that you forgive her even though she had spread quite a few rumors about you. Havinng a forgiving heart is all that matters. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5140324545299046626?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5140324545299046626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5140324545299046626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5140324545299046626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6954871983787053317</id><published>2010-03-13T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:26:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Security,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Helping people proves your existence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone F &amp;amp; Service was great today! (: There is no pure coincidence in life, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; happen for a purpose. God put us through obstacles, because he knows we can overcome it. (: Anyway, was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;superduperuberultramega&lt;/span&gt; bloated after lunch &amp;amp; dinner. Noodles for dinner, &amp;amp; it was spicy. ): Oh well. What matters today is, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; is finally alright after much persuasion, &amp;amp; he is, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, quite optimistic about things in life .. Oh well, good thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6954871983787053317?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6954871983787053317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6954871983787053317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6954871983787053317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/security.html' title='Security,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1806680734559724679</id><published>2010-03-12T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:45:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you know,</title><content type='html'>I screwed Harries up yesterday, it was fated! Purely fate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back to blogging once again. I wonder how I switch back &amp;amp; forth so often. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of .. But I don't have to learn Malay anymore! &amp;amp; some Scottish women came to teach us public speaking. I shouldn't have raised my hand when she asked who wasn't scared of talking in front of the class. Total regret. She asked me to read the objectives of the lesson, &amp;amp; I totally screwed up because I laughed at Nazurah wheile she was reading .. &amp;amp; then I couldn't stop in time, so yea. Anyway, English was next. Mr Soh is so intimidating to me! Eeeeee, maybe it's because he caught me for my ankle socks before. He went through our letter writing, &amp;amp; YAY, I didn't fail! (:(: He asked me to read what I wrote. ): Hm, oh well, I should count my lucky stars soon. OhOh, I like ZhaoLS because he's like blind .. He don't notice when I sms people in class! Big miracle. Oh yea, I cooked noodles for Home Econs! WeeSheng basically forced me to wash the ew chicken, &amp;amp; I did! It was not that disgusting after all la. Not bad. Ahem. Went to Parkway for lunch, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why bother spreading rumors when you're only ruining your own reputation eh? Oh, fyi, you're hurting people's feelings too. It doesn't matter if you're just fooling around, because it hurts just as much. Do you know that you're ruining someone's mood? Entirely. I guess you hit the bull's eye. &amp;amp; just because you know the person's weakness, doesn't mean that you can make use of it. It doesn't get you anywhere far, period. This is no way to get attention. Why don't you try back-stabbing instead eh? It's much more sutiable for people like you. I'm in no position to judge you for the way you are, but judging from the situation, it's hurting the feelings of people around me &amp;amp; it's too much for me to take. It has reach the limit, or rather, my limit. I'm not intercepting because it doesn't concern me. But oh well, wait till the drama starts. I have witnesses &amp;amp; proof eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1806680734559724679?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1806680734559724679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-all-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1806680734559724679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1806680734559724679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-all-you-know.html' title='For all you know,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5562341076977466591</id><published>2010-03-07T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:40:47.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nothing lasts forever, expect for God's love for us. His love is incredible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5562341076977466591?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5562341076977466591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/gods-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5562341076977466591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5562341076977466591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/03/gods-love.html' title='God&apos;s love,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5563137273504999450</id><published>2010-02-28T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:25:35.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh well, it's a part &amp;amp; parcel of life anyway. Sticks &amp;amp; stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5563137273504999450?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5563137273504999450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/betrayal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5563137273504999450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5563137273504999450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3964632254286151895</id><published>2010-02-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:15:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensive,</title><content type='html'>OKAY, SO TODAY, WAS HYPER-DYPER DAY WITH YELLOW BANANA FIYAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3964632254286151895?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3964632254286151895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/intensive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3964632254286151895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3964632254286151895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/intensive.html' title='Intensive,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2070062709510427975</id><published>2010-02-12T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:30:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the little things,</title><content type='html'>Love today's dinner! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaons for loving today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sat with Jasper, GF, during CNY celebration! (: He entertained me. But, it was still boring la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went for church dinner, did BMI for the first time! (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Realised alot of things. (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah Mumsie gave me sweets for V-day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, k. I need my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realised a simple fact, which I tend to overlook everytime! (:(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2070062709510427975?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2070062709510427975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2070062709510427975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2070062709510427975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-little-things.html' title='For the little things,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5298960161229653323</id><published>2010-02-11T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:18:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish,</title><content type='html'>I officially have no time to blog now k. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday are Athlectics days, Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday are for church (:(:. For the rest of the week, I need to revise &amp;amp; all .. So yea, shall stop blogging until I can manage my time carefully .. Which is quite impossible until the second half of the year. Alot of level tests are coming up, &amp;amp; Hummanities is ... In simpler words, it's complicated. I like Maths, English &amp;amp; Lit the best now! (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Lit teacher is pregnant &amp;amp; is leaving soon. &amp;amp; some old teacher is teaching us Lit. ): Ew la. Anyway, this shall be my 'last'post. (: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5298960161229653323?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5298960161229653323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5298960161229653323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5298960161229653323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-i-wish.html' title='How I wish,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3169906143118062702</id><published>2010-02-06T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:18:48.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S22IMBo1G-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/O_FBaENJC-Q/s1600-h/1479014806_5b2f3580d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435150065485552610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S22IMBo1G-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/O_FBaENJC-Q/s400/1479014806_5b2f3580d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;When you miss someone, you tend to keep it to yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3169906143118062702?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3169906143118062702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3169906143118062702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3169906143118062702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/memories.html' title='Memories,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S22IMBo1G-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/O_FBaENJC-Q/s72-c/1479014806_5b2f3580d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-8237169196106490574</id><published>2010-02-04T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:47:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break down,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How I wish that China Guy would stop bullying people smaller than him, &amp;amp; get on with his own life. How I wish he isn't so superduperuberultramega tall. What a Mental Furball la him. So what if he's tall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8237169196106490574?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8237169196106490574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/break-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8237169196106490574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8237169196106490574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/break-down.html' title='Break down,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-755257860697644630</id><published>2010-02-02T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:32:18.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the verge,</title><content type='html'>I LOVE ATHLETICS. (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training isn't hardcore k. I need to learn how to do the warm-ups.  ): Like, must lift up the leg one. I'm always doing the warm-ups wrong. The coach talk alot too ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Soh did't come today. &amp;amp; English lesson was only spelling &amp;amp; Reader's Digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I need revise for my science test tmr. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkieOkay, bye. (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hypocrites are like rotten grapes that look good on the surface.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-755257860697644630?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/755257860697644630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-verge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/755257860697644630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/755257860697644630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-verge.html' title='On the verge,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2413624588667109732</id><published>2010-02-01T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:35:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extravagant,</title><content type='html'>A whole lot of cookie dough.(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out alot of stuff today. Somehow, I just wish people will know that actions speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2413624588667109732?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2413624588667109732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/extravagant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2413624588667109732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2413624588667109732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/02/extravagant.html' title='Extravagant,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-933948864240136185</id><published>2010-01-29T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:27:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saviour,</title><content type='html'>I SUPERDUPERUBERULTRAMEGA LOVE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so happy that I actually posted a 2nd post .. So, I shall emphsise on the main points of my day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I went to 1D to find my cute little Eleen Tan Jenn Yng, but she wasn't there yet. &amp;amp; then, I started talking to ZhenQing, Emmalenne ( Nice right her name! ), HuiXin &amp;amp; JiaMei! ZhenQing is in Athletics with me!(: I love Emmalenne's name! Like ballerina's name like that ..(:(: HuXin got a sister who's name is HuiQi! JiaMei is like, I forget to ask her for her name ytd, &amp;amp; then I felt so guilty. Oh, I got to know them becaue I was finding ZhenQing, then they were all sitting with her, so I started talking to them about CCAs .. I know la, very weird. ): In simpler words, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I LOVE SUANNE NOW. She's like always helping me in my problems &amp;amp; all in class. &amp;amp; I always do pair work with her. We both love writting Compositions!(:(: &amp;amp;, she lets me call her SUANNE. (: She lends me her coins when I don't have coins to take bus!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget you one la CHIPMUNK. Lol, people thought we're les because we keep staring into each other eyes .. !(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been great knowing new people, talking to different type of people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ELEEN TAN JENN YNG FOR HER PEACH SWEETS!(: Okie la, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appreciate people when they're around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-933948864240136185?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/933948864240136185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/saviour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/933948864240136185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/933948864240136185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/saviour.html' title='Saviour,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-7944736452397804422</id><published>2010-01-29T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:41:55.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blended,</title><content type='html'>Imagine having superduberuberultramega jelly legs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, so I had Chinese Test &amp;amp; 3.5KM run today. Chinese was okieokay. 3.5KM was ..&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test was not bad la, I woke up early because I need to go to school early as I left my Chinese textbook in school, &amp;amp; revising really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; before Chinese Test, had Malay Class. Aziel The Chipmunk &amp;amp; I was like looking into each other eyes, so as to entertain ourself, &amp;amp; ET thought we kissed ... ): Malay class is really boring la, so we have to find things to do to entertain ourselves. &amp;amp; Thus, we got punished by the teacher for that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 3.5KM run! Oh my, it was really tiring. But I managed to jog all the way! Felt really satisfied! But I didn't jog with SuAnne &amp;amp; the others ... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'm off now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Determination pull you through all hardships. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7944736452397804422?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7944736452397804422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-blended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7944736452397804422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7944736452397804422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-blended.html' title='I&apos;m blended,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1755888115443330560</id><published>2010-01-28T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:21:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds nine,</title><content type='html'>3.5KM tomorrow, the school wants our life. ): I regreted signing up alot k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okieokay, had to run 1.65KM. &amp;amp; I PROUDLY SURVIVED. (: ( end )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change to LJ, but no time! ): ( end )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save money for today onwards! Save for the rainy days! ( end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being perfect on the surface doesn't correct your character at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1755888115443330560?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1755888115443330560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/clouds-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1755888115443330560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1755888115443330560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/clouds-nine.html' title='Clouds nine,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8864455955726497080</id><published>2010-01-27T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:20:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetic,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;I WANT TO DROP HMT NOW. RIGHT NOW.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm superduperuberultramega tired now okie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8864455955726497080?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8864455955726497080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/hetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8864455955726497080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8864455955726497080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/hetic.html' title='Hetic,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5158663149830388505</id><published>2010-01-26T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:44:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating all odds,</title><content type='html'>I kind of love today, but hate today too. I feel like I'm unlucky somehow, but I've no idea what happened that made me feel that way ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, History was great today! (: Paired up with SuAnn. We're one very efficient pair okay! We finished our work in 5 mins time, but it was all rubbish la. What else can you expect from 5mins work eh? Anyway, we finished our work, &amp;amp; started talking about people in class. &amp;amp; we sort of came to a conclusion that alot of people in our class differs from our first opinion of that particular person .. Sounds confusing .. But I know can already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, paired up with Jihad. I was doing all the work k! ): Ew him la, teacher come, then he look at the paper. ):I had to rush through the last question because of him. Okay la, it's not really his fault too, because I was hogging the paper ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I've been typing down all the main points of the day only ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luck come in a small quantities, yet misfortune comes in large quantities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5158663149830388505?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5158663149830388505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/beating-all-odds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5158663149830388505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5158663149830388505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/beating-all-odds.html' title='Beating all odds,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3603942481896327939</id><published>2010-01-25T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:03:23.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infectious Laughter,</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt; beat me in phone bills! (:(: CAN LAUGH AT HIM NOW ALREADY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was normal .. like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;normalnormal&lt;/span&gt;. Eleen is freaking out now on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BreatheInBreatheOut&lt;/span&gt;. See la, I'm freaking out with her too. ): Anyway, I can't be bothered to talk about my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;normalnormal&lt;/span&gt; day. BUT, there is one thing I must &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emphasise&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; it's ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AZIEL&lt;/span&gt; IS A CHIPMUNK. A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CUTECUTECUTE&lt;/span&gt; ONE. (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pinching her face the whole day, then tickling her during CRUSH. (: Then she started tickling me with her black pen .. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OhOh&lt;/span&gt;, we started singing some marching song while waiting for people to finish taking their pictures ..&amp;amp; then we tried to influence &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nasyitah&lt;/span&gt; to become a chipmunk too. But .. UNSUCCESSFUL la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just found out that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PaPa&lt;/span&gt; didn't beat me. ): &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, can't laugh at him anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good things are hard to come by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3603942481896327939?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3603942481896327939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/infectious-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3603942481896327939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3603942481896327939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/infectious-laughter.html' title='Infectious Laughter,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5666541386860873492</id><published>2010-01-23T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:46:48.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Suit yourself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5666541386860873492?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5666541386860873492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/suit-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5666541386860873492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5666541386860873492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/suit-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4419566569105802992</id><published>2010-01-23T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:29:10.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance,</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my HW, but ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I spend my day viewing phones online, reading Have A Little Faith &amp;amp; doing my HW. (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I FINALLY CAN READ ALREADY. (: But, I'm still working on my HW .. Will finish it by tonight though. Ew, SuAnn went offline. ): But she'll come online soon. (: &amp;amp; Ohhhhhh, Donkey is playing a prank on my right now. Lame Old Donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish you can get your facts right, before telling people stuff which doesn't make sense at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4419566569105802992?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4419566569105802992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/remembrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4419566569105802992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4419566569105802992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8186364583837940826</id><published>2010-01-22T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:09:42.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lucky stars,</title><content type='html'>I'm trying really hard to do a proper post nowadays, but, unfortunately, my schedules are packed like sardines. ): Oh, &amp;amp; Mr Soh is GREAT. (:(: Why? Because ..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He agreed with me when I told SiHua to stop disturbing Kevin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He teaches us by drawing funny pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He writes superduperuberultramega nice comments on your WS/HW. (:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, I LOVE HOME ECONS TODAY. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't bring my textbook &amp;amp; Mrs Chan didn't ask me to stand. (:(: &amp;amp; during the last 15-30 minutes, Glorianne &amp;amp; I were making funny sounds &amp;amp; doing random stuff. &amp;amp; YEA, we entertained the people sitting around us. (: Right Sarah &amp;amp; Sherelyn? Haha, but now Sherelyn thinks we're crazy .. &amp;amp; Glorianne is a really GREAT person to fool around with .. She stares at you for about 10s, &amp;amp; then laugh like a mad women. (:(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, nothing much to say alr. Okay, bye. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HuiQi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Nothing can affect your mood, unless you allow it to. "&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8186364583837940826?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8186364583837940826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-lucky-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8186364583837940826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8186364583837940826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-lucky-stars.html' title='My lucky stars,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4091803116434069012</id><published>2010-01-20T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:04:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the people who change,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1cZ970WdJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Huv43kmnkbw/s1600-h/Crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428836427638404242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1cZ970WdJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Huv43kmnkbw/s400/Crying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; It's the distance between us. It's everything in this world that mould this friendship.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4091803116434069012?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4091803116434069012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-people-who-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4091803116434069012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4091803116434069012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-people-who-change.html' title='It&apos;s not the people who change,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1cZ970WdJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Huv43kmnkbw/s72-c/Crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-6434127249762826252</id><published>2010-01-19T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:39:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1WnxgBNHYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u3T1dzEGn40/s1600-h/photoddfggh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428429394715417986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1WnxgBNHYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u3T1dzEGn40/s400/photoddfggh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; Because yes, I'm tired. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6434127249762826252?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6434127249762826252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6434127249762826252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6434127249762826252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/speechless.html' title='Speechless,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1WnxgBNHYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u3T1dzEGn40/s72-c/photoddfggh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-7201123412810986840</id><published>2010-01-18T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:24:56.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing works better,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1Rg6rQVAXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YBGpVYl-W3E/s1600-h/HPIM7758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428070012048179570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1Rg6rQVAXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YBGpVYl-W3E/s400/HPIM7758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;Because You gave me the strength to succeed. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7201123412810986840?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7201123412810986840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-works-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7201123412810986840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7201123412810986840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-works-better.html' title='Nothing works better,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1Rg6rQVAXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YBGpVYl-W3E/s72-c/HPIM7758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-2641733299796112303</id><published>2010-01-18T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:03:27.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk away,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1Q_4aiXYgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y2Y0jhKGFmM/s1600-h/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033689316975106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1Q_4aiXYgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y2Y0jhKGFmM/s400/key.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt; I thought there was a key to every lock. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2641733299796112303?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2641733299796112303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2641733299796112303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2641733299796112303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-away.html' title='Walk away,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1Q_4aiXYgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y2Y0jhKGFmM/s72-c/key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-4845940862609145249</id><published>2010-01-17T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:37:50.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things didn't change,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1MggL39DwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lugB1eQ4pjU/s1600-h/Crying+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427717713226960642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1MggL39DwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lugB1eQ4pjU/s400/Crying+Girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1MfxolkWWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z0c-_lNGEQE/s1600-h/z128121687.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; Tears Of Joy. (:(: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4845940862609145249?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4845940862609145249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-didnt-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4845940862609145249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4845940862609145249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-didnt-change.html' title='Things didn&apos;t change,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1MggL39DwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lugB1eQ4pjU/s72-c/Crying+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-2315799968875782695</id><published>2010-01-16T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:23:55.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop this all,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1HLzmfXlOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BiVK5HVJbqM/s1600-h/death7cents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343113324041442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1HLzmfXlOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BiVK5HVJbqM/s400/death7cents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; Stop threatening me, take my life if you want. But pay 7cents first. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2315799968875782695?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2315799968875782695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-this-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2315799968875782695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2315799968875782695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-this-all.html' title='Stop this all,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1HLzmfXlOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BiVK5HVJbqM/s72-c/death7cents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-6304143725881946018</id><published>2010-01-16T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:44:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the storm,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1HCqosBsZI/AAAAAAAAADs/iCyP_4ampeI/s1600-h/jackoisfato21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427333063690531218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1HCqosBsZI/AAAAAAAAADs/iCyP_4ampeI/s400/jackoisfato21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt; The smiley among the grass. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6304143725881946018?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6304143725881946018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6304143725881946018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6304143725881946018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-storm.html' title='After the storm,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1HCqosBsZI/AAAAAAAAADs/iCyP_4ampeI/s72-c/jackoisfato21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-1862039485251547426</id><published>2010-01-15T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:06:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of _______,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1BZdEEGrDI/AAAAAAAAADc/vbmw9Qe6uhs/s1600-h/tumblr_kvhwxgculs1qzsojho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426935906823482418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1BZdEEGrDI/AAAAAAAAADc/vbmw9Qe6uhs/s400/tumblr_kvhwxgculs1qzsojho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I thought I finally made the right decision. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1862039485251547426?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1862039485251547426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/state-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1862039485251547426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1862039485251547426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/state-of.html' title='State of _______,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S1BZdEEGrDI/AAAAAAAAADc/vbmw9Qe6uhs/s72-c/tumblr_kvhwxgculs1qzsojho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-4876229610711851706</id><published>2010-01-14T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:37:02.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it all started,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08B1Y1jeyI/AAAAAAAAADA/xD-pxbYpv5A/s1600-h/Climbing+ladders..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426558092716505890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08B1Y1jeyI/AAAAAAAAADA/xD-pxbYpv5A/s400/Climbing+ladders..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08BdNIKEII/AAAAAAAAAC4/eX_MqiD7TC4/s1600-h/Climbing+ladders..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm just trying to reach out. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4876229610711851706?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4876229610711851706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-it-all-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4876229610711851706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4876229610711851706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-it-all-started.html' title='Where it all started,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08B1Y1jeyI/AAAAAAAAADA/xD-pxbYpv5A/s72-c/Climbing+ladders..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-6379813163483279201</id><published>2010-01-13T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:37:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surface on the outside,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08CDCyK1RI/AAAAAAAAADI/cvDg6sUnGSU/s1600-h/greenshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426558327314896146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08CDCyK1RI/AAAAAAAAADI/cvDg6sUnGSU/s400/greenshirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S02WHjPErmI/AAAAAAAAACw/M-aXBLJ64_I/s1600-h/greenshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm living in a life full of hyprocisy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6379813163483279201?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6379813163483279201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess-im-living-life-full-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6379813163483279201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6379813163483279201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess-im-living-life-full-of.html' title='Surface on the outside,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S08CDCyK1RI/AAAAAAAAADI/cvDg6sUnGSU/s72-c/greenshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-7088391994290132921</id><published>2010-01-11T21:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:14:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum it all,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S0siVAKDaiI/AAAAAAAAACg/6k2Aetymbco/s1600-h/Happy+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425467920312658466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S0siVAKDaiI/AAAAAAAAACg/6k2Aetymbco/s320/Happy+Face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Zhao LaoShi sure knows how to torture his pupils. What a happy person I am now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7088391994290132921?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7088391994290132921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/sum-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7088391994290132921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7088391994290132921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/sum-it-all.html' title='Sum it all,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S0siVAKDaiI/AAAAAAAAACg/6k2Aetymbco/s72-c/Happy+Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-2032345116896578565</id><published>2010-01-09T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:28:17.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track &amp; Field,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S0g90Tx6TbI/AAAAAAAAACY/S8h03Mzl5V0/s1600-h/Shut+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424653720039869874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kklRFwwRd3g/S0g90Tx6TbI/AAAAAAAAACY/S8h03Mzl5V0/s320/Shut+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;No, keep your comments to yourself please. Keeping your mouth shut doesn't do any harm.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2032345116896578565?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2032345116896578565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/track-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2032345116896578565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2032345116896578565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/track-field.html' title='Track &amp; Field,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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/_kklRFwwRd3g/S0g90Tx6TbI/AAAAAAAAACY/S8h03Mzl5V0/s72-c/Shut+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046981340133309306.post-6802624850347819312</id><published>2010-01-09T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:29:06.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assumptions,</title><content type='html'>I didn't wanted to post in the first place, but now, but I got a sudden urge to blog! (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had an English Diagnostic test in the morning .. It wanted my life! I forgot all my Grammar &amp;amp; Spelling stuff alr. LongLongLong time ago.Oh yea, there is a new girl in my class, called Azel, I think. Hazel without the H. How cool eh. Anyway, recess was typical, but it was like super duper uber ultra mega hard to eat, because I &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; a super shaky tooth. ): But I almost ate finish my bread okay! After recess, was Home Econs I think. Mrs Chan came in &amp;amp; talktalktalk. But she's quite nice luhs. Just that she get irritated very easily. Lol, the V.Chairman got reprimanded by her because he was purposely stamping his shoes .. Oh yea, I dislike the V.Chairman .. Ew. Home Econs was okay, find labels &amp;amp; stuff. &amp;amp; I was sitting right infront of Mrs Chan during Home Econs, with Glorianne, Sarah &amp;amp; Sherelyn. We were supposed to go to the other tables to find labels ourselves, but we (G, S &amp;amp; S, Me!) kind of copied answers. Aiyah, got alot of labels what. I don't know which one to choose .. Home Econs was the last class. Walked to Fiyah's house with her &amp;amp; Sidney. Reached at about 1320. She bathe &amp;amp; all. Then we headed to Parkway to meet Alexia The Great, Jocelyn &amp;amp; KuiRan. OhOhOh, Jocelyn got into Choir .. LALALALALA. Okay, anyway, went to Macs to have lunch, then we walked to NgeeAnn to meet the teachers. Met Miss Tan &amp;amp; Mr Goh only. Didn't see Zhuang LaoShi &amp;amp; Mdm Tan.Went to Fiyah's house with Alexia The Great &amp;amp; Jordan. OhOh, went to buy BubbleTea before that. &amp;amp; We helped Jordan create a MSN account! (: Okay la, Fiyah do almost all the work .. Alexia The Great &amp;amp; Jordan went home at 1800 +. But I stayed till 2000+. Was watching cartoons &amp;amp; doing random stuff with Fiyah. I was really engrossed in the Cartoon because it was Aladin! &amp;amp; I never really got to watch Aladin before .. So, I went home at 2000+ &amp;amp; had dinner, msn with quite a few people, sew buttons on my Apron. Omg, it was hard work. I took 10 mins to sew one button .. Oh yea, I need to go for some thingy at school tmr. Hm, off to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Those who truly succeed, never give up despite failing subsequently. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6802624850347819312?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6802624850347819312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/assumptions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6802624850347819312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6802624850347819312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/assumptions.html' title='Assumptions,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-7223074312643000950</id><published>2010-01-07T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:49:17.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone,</title><content type='html'>Will not be blogging for awhile, I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of the cyberworld expect for twitter &amp;amp; FB. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't stand you now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7223074312643000950?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7223074312643000950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7223074312643000950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7223074312643000950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone.html' title='Gone,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6377213615165722583</id><published>2010-01-06T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:22:22.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting away,</title><content type='html'>Nothing goes further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day with lots of lecture &amp;amp; rehearsals. Woke up at 6.00AM today, super duper uber ultra mega tired .. Was trying to keep myself awake for the whole day. Great or what. Went to meet Fiyah &amp;amp; Eleen at bus stop. Reached school &amp;amp; blahblah. OhOh, I went for HomeRun! But had headache &amp;amp; was super thirsty after that. Su-Ann gave me some of her water when we were in the Auditorium! (: Had recess, changed into Uniform &amp;amp; blahblah. Had 2 lectures after recess then went back to classroom! (: I love my seat! (:(:(: It's at the back of the class. The last row!(: Anyway, Miss Wani talked quite alot about projects &amp;amp; stuff. &amp;amp; She wanted to take a picture of every single one of us .. Went down for lunch after that .. Then um, went to hall for rehersals. It was super boring. But Jasper (J), Amit, Colin, Su-Ann &amp;amp; Jocelyn were laughing alot while waiting for the rehearsal to start. Mainly because J was acting gay, even though he's straight. He self-praise alot too! (: Call himself handsome somemore .. Oh yea, Su-Ann, Jocelyn &amp;amp; I were sitting behind Timothy &amp;amp; Mukmin. We keep poking them, &amp;amp; they got kind of irritated. But they were really nice to poke what. (: &amp;amp; We keep asking them to make friends with Ethan, because Ethan is reallyreallyreally nice. &amp;amp; He sits beside me during class! (: Bused home with Fiyah, Eleen &amp;amp; Jordan after that. Bought Peach Milktea, went to Fiyah's house &amp;amp; then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Deal with the impossibles. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6377213615165722583?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6377213615165722583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/drifting-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6377213615165722583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6377213615165722583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting away,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4786148866954520611</id><published>2010-01-05T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:44:50.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No parade,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can't be bothered anymore . I don't even know why I got so worked up at first. All your little actions, I'm sick of them. Do what you want, I don't care. What belongs to you, will end up with you in the end. Go snatch for all you want. I can't stop you, can I? Even an outsider can tell that I dislike you alot. Great. I no longer feel the rage anymore. Super duper uber ultra mega great. With a (: .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my post-it notes really badly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4786148866954520611?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4786148866954520611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4786148866954520611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4786148866954520611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-parade.html' title='No parade,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8749280593133705107</id><published>2010-01-05T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:50:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance apart,</title><content type='html'>I didn't bring my post-it notes back. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, but I can't be bothered to type out paragraphes today .. Some things just ruin my mood. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I laughed with my group in class today. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;I realised something &amp;amp; got really worked up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because I didn't bring my post-it notes back.&lt;br /&gt;I went to macs to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at the back of the classroom! (:&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep my distance from somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I had yucky cheese rice for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Parkway with Fiyah, Sidney &amp;amp; Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;I willingly presented infront of the whole class. Omg. I know.&lt;br /&gt;I said hi to a anti-social girl, &amp;amp; she stared at me for a full 10s before replying me.&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike a guy in my class. Wah, he's VC somemore. Die already.&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends! (:(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing more, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Don't be bothered by those who copy your every action, because you're like a superstar to them. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8749280593133705107?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8749280593133705107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/distance-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8749280593133705107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8749280593133705107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/distance-apart.html' title='Distance apart,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2132910680999846923</id><published>2010-01-01T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:48:18.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let's just all sum this up, everything changed after I went to church.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2132910680999846923?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2132910680999846923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2132910680999846923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2132910680999846923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4692036045354405618</id><published>2010-01-01T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:45:15.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable,</title><content type='html'>Second post today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished talking on the phone with Jocelyn. Cleared our misunderstandings, &amp;amp; yea, I was partly to blame too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of things happened today, &amp;amp; perhaps, I have really changed my perspective of life. But, I think I still need to sort out some things. Okay, shall do reflections now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4692036045354405618?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4692036045354405618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/inevitable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4692036045354405618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4692036045354405618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2375763129381548159</id><published>2010-01-01T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:34:52.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By my side,</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep now, too many things going through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall blog about today first, before blogging about reflections on the past year. Went to Heart Of God Church with Monika today. The church was nothing like what I thought it would be. Met alot of great people over there. (: Worship at the church first before heading to Bugis with the people. Ate, took neoprints &amp;amp; walked around. It's just a great day today, I don't know why though. (: I feel elated, like 2010 will be a really good year! (: I hope it would really be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections on 2009,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a year full of ups &amp;amp; downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE was a major factor for stress, but I got motivated to study. &amp;amp; That's something I'm thankful for. If not, I wouldn't even have listened to Mdm Tan talk &amp;amp; talk &amp;amp; talk during Science. Friendship &amp;amp; stuff would be another factor, maybe it's because of my personality, so that's why there was alot of tiffs &amp;amp; arguments. I shall reflect on that more, because I haven't actually came to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are so common &amp;amp; typical but people never seem to get enough of them. I have alot of regrets. But what's the use of dwelling on the past now eh? It's not like I can rewind time, &amp;amp; re-do things. But, if I could rewind time, I would have listened to Mdm Tan's lessons earlier, I would have avoid these preventable arguments &amp;amp; tiffs, I would have trained harder for my napfa, &amp;amp; yea, the list goes on but I shall not elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, some people grew closer to me, &amp;amp; some, just distanced themselves away from me. Or shall I say, I distanced myself from them? Whatever is it, I'm thankful to those people who were there for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting 2009, but it could be better for 2010. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" It's not the end of 2009, it's the beginning of 2010. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2375763129381548159?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2375763129381548159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2375763129381548159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2375763129381548159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-my-side.html' title='By my side,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3664836033851143791</id><published>2009-12-31T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:11:51.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of opinion,</title><content type='html'>Reading 8 days now, will blog after I finish reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, too sleepy to post today, will be back tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3664836033851143791?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3664836033851143791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/change-of-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3664836033851143791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3664836033851143791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/change-of-opinion.html' title='Change of opinion,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8399233604958403790</id><published>2009-12-30T19:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:23:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-Skating,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I'm a professional in Ice-Skating now! Triple Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Ice-Skating with a few people today, no mood to post about it though. Maybe I'm posting about it tomorrow. No promises made though. Oh, &amp;amp; I can't believe I let a coward ruin my mood ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn, I can't believe I'm letting your words ruin my mood. NoNo, it's only one word. You're a total coward. Don't you always have the guts to do everything uh? Why don't you dare call me a flirt in my face then? You think I'm clueless about everything you do, but I'm afraid not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You asked Alexia The Great to keep it from me, but he asked me to see the message if I wanted to. &amp;amp; I thought, why not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Oh, &amp;amp; I saw the whole message , with your name. (: How great. Don't give me excuses this time. Don't say that you're afraid of ruining the friendship between us again, because it's not gonna work this time. I don't wish to hear your excuses. In fact, I had enough of them already. Long ago. &amp;amp; please don't cry this time. But, it's not gonna work even if you cry. Even if the whole world is against me, &amp;amp; on your side, I don't really care you know. Look at yourself, before opening your mouth to speak ill of somebody else. Oh, looks like the pot's calling kettle's black. I'm not gonna plot any evil revenge, waste my precious time. Maybe, you have a lack of self-esteem .. Oh, &amp;amp; btw, you say I'm always leading, you're wrong. I listen to people, people don't always listen to me, &amp;amp; follow my orders like a pathetic dog. I'm willing to accommodate too. You want a taste of leadership? Sure, be one by all means. I'm not interested anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood now.(: Hm, about that on top, I didn't post it. But this is suppose to be my blog, so yea, I want to keep a record of what I write. Hm, more on that later. Um, I don't feel like posting about today .. Too lazy &amp;amp; sleepy already. Anyway, thanks to Fiyah, Alexia the Great &amp;amp; KuiRan, I learn how to ice-skate! (: Really happy now. Can't use words to describe my ecstasy though. I just feel so accomplished luhs. (: But my hand is really pain now, &amp;amp; my legs are feeling sore ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next topic. I came upon a quote, &amp;amp; decided to take the initiative to settle everything. I don't care if you label me as a coward or whatsoever. I chose to take the initiative because if I don't, that person is gonna make a big part of my life, as I'll hold grudges &amp;amp; so on. But if I took the initiative ( which I did ), she's still part of my life, but not a really big part anymore. I'm not taking this chance to end the friendship though. It's just that, she's not gonna matter that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next topic again. I realised alot of stuff today. I realised that Fiyah's gonna be my bestie forever. Ever. No matter what happens. &amp;amp; Monika changed alot after being a Christian, she talked some sense into my teeny weeny little brain today. Thanks alot okay Pinkie Dinkie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALEXIA THE GREAT AS A BESTIE BECAUSE HE KIND OF HELPED PERSUADE FIYAH TO ICE-SKATE. But, actually, it was me who called Fiyah's Mum. Go Fiyah's blog if you want more information about today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I can't be bothered to check for any errors today, maybe tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8399233604958403790?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8399233604958403790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-skating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8399233604958403790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8399233604958403790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-skating.html' title='Ice-Skating,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2992987495825017688</id><published>2009-12-29T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:22:03.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>I don't like today, bye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Edit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Twitter isn't working for me, everything is screwed up there. Great or what. Okay, I shall stop complaining &amp;amp; whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(/Edit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2992987495825017688?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2992987495825017688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2992987495825017688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2992987495825017688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-234402041245721914</id><published>2009-12-29T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:09:25.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway,</title><content type='html'>1.00 AM now, cool right? Of course. Triple Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I can't wait for tmr! 29th29th29th! (: Damn, Sidney can't come. Sad case. ): But 12 people are going tmr. (: Benjamin The Donkey booked the tickets already, later people cheat his money. Lol. OhOh, I'm afraid I'll miss the netball audition dates. I don't even know when is it .. I flipped through the Orientation thingy like a billion times already, yet nothing about sports was written in it. How Great. I REALLY WANT TO JOIN NETBALL. ): I ( Alien Language ) really want to join Netball. ): Anyway, Alexia The Great says that I'm crazy over Jordin Sparks, &amp;amp; I gladly admitted it. &amp;amp; he says Lesbian .. By right, I should be calling him a Mental Furball, but I'm actually quite elated, b/c he haven't change a tenny weeny little bit! Okay, I'm off to play MiniClip games. Oh god, I can't believe I just typed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nothing can replace what you have when you're in love. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-234402041245721914?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/234402041245721914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/234402041245721914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/234402041245721914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/highway.html' title='Highway,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1875054663927278598</id><published>2009-12-28T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:56:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familarity,</title><content type='html'>TomorrowTomorrowTommrow! 29th December! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1+pm, which was just now. I officially feel like a pig now, b/c I've been waking up after 12 almost everyday. Damn, I'm feeling hungry now .. Anyway, I realised my posts are getting shorter &amp;amp; shorter by day. Maybe, it's b/c nothing interesting is happening in my life, or it is simply b/c I got a lack of inspiration &amp;amp; motivation. Tomorrow's post will be far more interesting.(: Okay, that's not a promise. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" It's never to late to make up for something. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1875054663927278598?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1875054663927278598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/familarity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1875054663927278598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1875054663927278598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/familarity.html' title='Familarity,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-382934376330219021</id><published>2009-12-27T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:02:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnation,</title><content type='html'>No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eyebags&lt;/span&gt; anymore after a good sleep! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I woke up at 4+pm today as I slept as 5+am. So yea, nothing much today too. Outings on 29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. (: I don't have to decompose at home anymore. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OhOh&lt;/span&gt;, I can't wait to watch Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks! (: Watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; Idol &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; Alexia The Great now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Take every step with careful consideration in case someone stab you in the back. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Edit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sezari&lt;/span&gt; won &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; Idol &amp;amp; I just realised I always forget to blog about things. Anyway, I feel like changing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;a href="http://stuckwithwings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stuckwithwings.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . Hm, maybe, I shall change next year. Next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DamnDamnDamn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sezari&lt;/span&gt; won. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hw&lt;/span&gt; great eh. My predictions always turn out to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Love blinds our eyes. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-382934376330219021?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/382934376330219021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stagnation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/382934376330219021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/382934376330219021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stagnation.html' title='Stagnation,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6635973113576176722</id><published>2009-12-27T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:56:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexia the Great,</title><content type='html'>Lookie at the topic. (: Alexia the Great = New name for Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously just trying to make him feel a little better of himself. See the GREAT there? Yea, I rarely praise people. He must be one of those lucky few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sarcastic tone used here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next topic. Hm, today was like any other normal day. Woke up ( Alien Language ) late. Did pretty much nothing. Futile attempt for studying Sec 1 maths. OhOh, I had a Videos Marathon! (: I was laughing like a psycho, but I soon got bored of the videos. Damn, what a uneventful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hyp-o-crite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- A person who indulges in hypocrisy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSPS. Fed up mood now. Damn, later got white hair. Double Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6635973113576176722?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6635973113576176722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/alexia-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6635973113576176722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6635973113576176722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/alexia-great.html' title='Alexia the Great,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6646206785681312341</id><published>2009-12-26T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:18:11.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go blank,</title><content type='html'>Conversation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; I like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; Sparks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister; I like Low Kay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hwa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; *Look at her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I didn't know that Music &amp;amp; Books are categorised under the same category until my sister enlightened me today .. Anyway, I'm still feeling pretty awake &amp;amp; I doubt I won't fall asleep any time soon. &lt;em&gt;Gone without a trace. &lt;/em&gt;Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I forgot to sign off, back to sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSPS&lt;/span&gt;. Was I The Only One is on replay now. I ( Alien Language ) it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6646206785681312341?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6646206785681312341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6646206785681312341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6646206785681312341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-blank.html' title='Go blank,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4039092130786312383</id><published>2009-12-25T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:54:20.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight back,</title><content type='html'>New Year, New beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously super feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously super duper feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously super duper uber feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously super duper uber ultra feel like switching to LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Adapting to changes, may be one of the greatest challenges you face in life. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm staying at Blogger. Tumblr = way too difficult. Wait till I learn how to make a new tumblr theme then I'll switch to tumblr eh. That will be um, *count fingers*, 1000000 years later. LiveJournal = I don't know la. I just don't like it. WordPress = Maybe! (: I shall go try out WordPress now. (: Oh wait, I'll be posting at LiveJournal too. B/c I kinda 15% like it too. Maybe some lame &amp;amp; random posts on LiveJournal though. Oh yea, I need to edit Blogger's skin too. Damn, so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4039092130786312383?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4039092130786312383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/fight-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4039092130786312383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4039092130786312383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/fight-back.html' title='Fight back,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4988558051833057423</id><published>2009-12-25T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:50:30.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start anew,</title><content type='html'>Flu on Christmas Day, how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I can't really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; what happened on 24/12/09 ( Yesterday ). I just recall going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TK&lt;/span&gt; super duper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; ultra early, &amp;amp; sleeping super duper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; ultra early too. Well, it's 25/12/09 today. Which is Christmas! I should start listing out my New Year's resolutions now. Goals equals motivation what. (: Anyway, I'm down with a bad flu &amp;amp; bad headache. What could be better. I will get loads of sleep today, &amp;amp; feed on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panadols&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, I dislike &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panadols&lt;/span&gt;. ): Oh no, wait, I should be studying my Sec 1 subjects today .. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NoNo&lt;/span&gt;, it's Christmas today! Okay, off to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Blank, got headache, how to think . " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4988558051833057423?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4988558051833057423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-anew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4988558051833057423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4988558051833057423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-anew.html' title='Start anew,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-586645776021556662</id><published>2009-12-23T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:51:39.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets along the way,</title><content type='html'>Damn, Fiyah &amp;amp; Eleen is not in the same class as me, great or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike beginning. I super duper uber ultra dislike beginnings. The school officially pulled Fiyah &amp;amp; I apart. Oh damn. They claimed it's Orientation Groups at first, but it turned out to be our class. Okay, &amp;amp; both Fiyah &amp;amp; I are register number one. How great. Anyway, woke up at 7.15 AM today, rushed, then went to meet Fiyah. Fiyah's Mummy bought me Ice Milo on the way to the bus stop! (: Thanks alot okay. Took bus 16 to TK after that. OhOh, KaiShyan was on the bus alr! (: Bus trips to the school shall be our bonding time , since we're separated into different classes. Sad case. ): Anyway, went to the school, knew our " Orientation Groups ". Headed to the hall, listened to the Principal, HOD of MT talked. Then the teachers &amp;amp; the Peer Support Leaders brought us up to our class. New tables, &amp;amp; fresh coat of paint! (: The teachers talkedtalkedtalked. Oh, &amp;amp; I like Miss Wani! (: But um, she was pointing to my skirt, b/c she claimed it was too short. After awhile, went down, met Fiyah &amp;amp; her Mum, bought books &amp;amp; uniform, then taxied back. Slept for the whole afternoon after going home b/c I woke up super duper uber ultra early today. Had dinner after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm finishing my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Even though everything may seem perfect, but cracks are surfacing. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-586645776021556662?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/586645776021556662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/regrets-along-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/586645776021556662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/586645776021556662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/regrets-along-way.html' title='Regrets along the way,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2620600561654307674</id><published>2009-12-22T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:49:45.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crack in between,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FIYAH&lt;/span&gt; GOT INTO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TKSS&lt;/span&gt; TOO! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; ultra tired now, must be b/c I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t get enough sleep. Damn. I thought chocolates would help, but futile attempt. Okay, I went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah's&lt;/span&gt; house &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;againt&lt;/span&gt; today. But before that, met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ngee&lt;/span&gt; Ann's primary school zebra crossing, to collect our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; certificates. The certificate has no marks, weird. Anyway, went to Shop &amp;amp; Save to get my cup noodles, juice &amp;amp; chocolates! (: Then we went to her block downstairs to talk. Went up after awhile though. Talked, use laptop &amp;amp; flip through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah's&lt;/span&gt; old photos. Cute + Chubby + Fat = &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah&lt;/span&gt; the toddler/baby. (: Went down at about 5pm, with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah&lt;/span&gt; to buy HER Honey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MilkTea&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chocolate's&lt;/span&gt;. Talked awhile, &amp;amp; found out that the only thingy we have in common, is that we're lame .. Anyway, went home after that. &amp;amp; Now, here I am blogging, waiting for dinner to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nothing can mend cracks, even if you try your very best. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2620600561654307674?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2620600561654307674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/crack-in-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2620600561654307674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2620600561654307674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/crack-in-between.html' title='A crack in between,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-622123064626633950</id><published>2009-12-22T05:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:08:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy &amp; unclear,</title><content type='html'>I SUPER DUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UBER&lt;/span&gt; ULTRA LOVE/LIKE/ADORE HELD - NATALIE GRANT! (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 5.01AM now, &amp;amp; I'm still awake, miracles do happen after all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah&lt;/span&gt; will be gloating over the fact that I'll have eye-bags a few hours later. ): Anyway, since I apparently got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; can't find anything better to do, I shall LINK people. See that? LINK. Okay, let me emphasise once more. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LinkLinkLink&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I'm done with this 100% lame/random/idiotic blog post. Okay, now, I'm off to link people. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I kind of know that I'll give up half away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Fear no obstacles, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; will always be there for you, through thick &amp;amp; thin, through rough &amp;amp; smooth times, through everything coming in your way. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-622123064626633950?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/622123064626633950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/hazy-unclear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/622123064626633950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/622123064626633950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/hazy-unclear.html' title='Hazy &amp; unclear,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8632953513076510657</id><published>2009-12-21T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:54:58.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck with wings,</title><content type='html'>Hard to find, rare to spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did a post just now. &amp;amp; guess what? The whole thingy disappeared. Hm, how great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is backbackback from Turkey! (:(:(: Amanda, go to Fiyah's house with me tmr okayokayokay? Hm, like I said in my previous post, I went to oh-dear Fiyah's house today. Um, it wasn't really fascinating as today isn't one of Fiyah's hyper day. Brought my laptop there with me. &amp;amp; Oh my, it was heavy. With the charger, of course. Bought MilkTea for Fiyah before heading to her house. Anyway, watched tv with her &amp;amp; she screamed two times at the same thingy .. Went to cook Maggie after that, while she blogged. Went down with her to buy ice cream &amp;amp; Mentos after awhile! (: &amp;amp; That's when I realised Mentos is so CHEWY. (: I like it. NoNo, I love/like/adore it, in fact. (: Went back to her house, blahblahblah. Went back home at about 4.55, used laptop again. OhOh, did I mention that I can't use Internet in my laptop in her house? B/c I don't know her house Mio Internet security pin. Futhermore, I'm not even suppose to know, so yea. Anyway, ate the dinner Dad bought on the way home. The rice is all mashed up tgt, disgusting. Didn't eat much, too disgusted already. So now, here I am, blogging with a bar of Mentos by my side. I am a contented person, you see. Just a bar of Mentos, can make my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Take every opportunity &amp;amp; chance seriously, because life is too short for regrets. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Thank god I remember everything I typed. Okay la, maybe not everything, but at least, almost everything. Thanks to my super duper uber ultra good memory of course.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8632953513076510657?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8632953513076510657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuck-with-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8632953513076510657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8632953513076510657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuck-with-wings.html' title='Stuck with wings,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6950704805310984968</id><published>2009-12-21T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:19:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the mask,</title><content type='html'>Waste no breathe on backstabbers, they just have a lack of self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye-lids feel so heavy now, okay, I'm gonna go sleep after I finish this blog post, &amp;amp; after I read For One More Time. Anyway, took taxi to Kembangan ( I know how to spell eh! (: ) MRT Station, met Chua Kai Shyan &amp;amp; Sarah Ling over there. Took MRT to City Hall, then switch to Red Line. Oh, &amp;amp; Omg, the train was packed like sardines. Anyway, got down at Orchard, went to look for the stage. Then we spotted Arviel in orange! (: Talked to him &amp;amp; blahblahblah. Went to meet Bambby at the fountain in Ngee Ann City, then we proceeded to the Food Court to have our dinner. We equals to Sarah, KaiShyan &amp;amp; I, b/c Bambby had dinner with her family already. Anyway, after dinner, went to the stage to find Arviel, but it was like, drizzling &amp;amp; the performance was halted. So, we went into the shelter. But, after awhile, the drizzle stopped, &amp;amp; the performance continued. Sms-ed Fiyah found out that she was at Ion. Went to Ion to meet Fiyah, her sister &amp;amp; her Mother while the rest stayed at the performance. Sorry Arviel , I didn't get to catch you performing on stage. ):): Went to Ion food court, had Yami Yogurt two times eh! (: I LOVE/LIKE/ADORE IT SUPER DUPER UBER ULTRA ALOT. Especially the PEACH one. Yami Yogurt taste better than Berrylite. B/c it has Peach flavour, &amp;amp; the yogurt taste nicer too. (:(:(: Anyway, took 36 home after that. Oh my, I'm feeling so sleepy. &amp;amp; I'm going Fiyah's house tmr!(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Believe in what you see, rather than what you heard. Because even the most innocent looking person, yearns for something. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Today is Yogurt Day for me! (: I had three cups of yogurt! (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I will not judge a book by it's cover anymore. I learnt my lesson through the hard way. Stabbing someone in the back, then fake innocence, is total hypocrisy. What goes around, come around, Mental Furball. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6950704805310984968?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6950704805310984968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/behind-mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6950704805310984968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6950704805310984968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/behind-mask.html' title='Behind the mask,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2635851980673504680</id><published>2009-12-20T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:43:11.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thug my heartstrings.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently decomposed by decomposers. &amp;amp; KaiShyan even pointed out that I'm enriching the soil. How great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiyah's Mummy called me at 12+ today when I was still sleeping. Ooh, the vibration of my phone is super duper uber ultra strong then. Anyway, talked to her Mum about Arviel's performance thingy. &amp;amp; I didn't wanted to go, so I just went back to sleep. Then when I woke up at about 1+, I realised that I've been rotting at home. Thus, I decided to go too! (: Called/ sms Fiyah, but neither did she reply nor pick up the call. Went online, saw Sarah Ling. Msn her about the performance thingy. Now', I'm meeeting Sarah Ling &amp;amp; Chua Kai Shyan at XXX MRT Station. Apparently, I've no idea how to spell the name of the MRT Station, so it's replaced by XXX. Okay, then I ate my lunch while msn-ing Sarah Ling. (:(:(: Bloated. Msn-ing Kai Shyan, who is also my Msn Buddy, now. Can't wait for later.(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhOh,  AMANDA LIM XXXXXX IS COMING BACK TODAY RIGHT? YES! OKAY, I MISS HER DUPER DUPER UBER ULTRA ALOT! (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent . "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2635851980673504680?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2635851980673504680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/thug-my-heartstrings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2635851980673504680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2635851980673504680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/thug-my-heartstrings.html' title='Thug my heartstrings.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-893307661008021607</id><published>2009-12-20T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:28:06.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last straw,</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hatehatehate extras luhs. Must I emphasise on the word HATE? Oh yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No names mention. Oh wait, don't label me as a coward first. I didn't mention names because I don't want to waste my super duper uber ultra precious time on some Mental Furball. Anyway, I wasted 5 short sentences &amp;amp; 1 long sentences already. I shall hop off to another topic! (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUPER DUPER UBER ULTRA LOVE/LIKE/ADORE TWEET CONVERSATIONS! (:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the one I had with Adele Chiang. Don't ask me for the reason, b/c I don't know why too. TwitterTwitterTwitter. I wanna reach my 400 Tweet soon!(: Okay, I was being lame/random/idiotic on Twitter just now. Even Glenn thinks so. But, what else can I expect from myself eh? &amp;amp; I think I just drank a bottle filled with hyperness. But, what's the use of being hyper in the night? Fiyah's not online. OhOh, I just remember that I was suppose to call her. Damn. Nevermind, it shall be in my to-do-list tomorrow. Okay, I'm done posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Never let bitches leave footprints in your memory. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-893307661008021607?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/893307661008021607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-straw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/893307661008021607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/893307661008021607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-straw.html' title='The last straw,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8535764217150567081</id><published>2009-12-19T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:20:37.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phase of life,</title><content type='html'>In a twinkle of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I realised that all my post are stupid/random/lame. Oh my. HowHowHow? I need to brush up on my vocabulary &amp;amp; grammar super duper uber ultra alot. . &amp;amp; um, I need to learn how to connect events &amp;amp; incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I created LiveJournal mainly out of boredom. &amp;amp; b/c I wanted to learn how to change the background &amp;amp; all. But, I'm still gonna be active on Blogger instead of LiveJournal as I'm used to Blogger already. Old habits die hard eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I may be linking people soon. No promises made though. &amp;amp; tagbox is still not up yet, as I still can't accept the emptiness of the tagbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Every phase of life is worth going through, because you're always going to learn something new. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Scroll down for today's post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8535764217150567081?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8535764217150567081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-phase-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8535764217150567081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8535764217150567081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-phase-of-life.html' title='New phase of life,'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-39198843510559505</id><published>2009-12-19T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:12:33.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.&lt;br /&gt;-  John F.Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, woke up at 10 +. Went online. OhOh, I ate breakfast first. Then um, read For One More Day - Mitch Albom. &amp;amp; Omg, Adele read all of Mitch Albom's books already! Anyway, went online &amp;amp; msn Adele about books &amp;amp; stuff. &amp;amp; that's how I found out Adele read all of Mitch Albom's books. She even finished Have A Little Faith already. Had an eggtart &amp;amp; Breadtalk bread for lunch. Then, went to read again. So now I am, blogging &amp;amp; msn-ing Cheryl. OhOh, ADELE! MORRIE IS CUTE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Believe in yourself, not anybody else. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-39198843510559505?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/39198843510559505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/39198843510559505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/39198843510559505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5694367711864337802</id><published>2009-12-19T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:52:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorns among the roses.</title><content type='html'>I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, woke up at 12+ today. Monika called me at 11.04 to go for lunch. But yea, I was too lazy &amp;amp; then went back to my Dreamland again. Woke up, brush teeth &amp;amp; blahblah. I was feeling super duper uber ultra hungry. But couldn't find any food at home. How great. So, I ended up reading A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks. Hm, I still prefer The Last Song though. (: Anyway, I finished the book &amp;amp; tried to sleep. But um, it was not a successful atttempt though. Then blahblahblahbah. Went to Parkway with Dad. &amp;amp; OMG, I SAW HTC HERO AT CHALLENGER. I WANT MY HTC HERO NOW. ): Nevermind, I shall wait for my htc Hero to drop from the sky. Bought this, bought that, then went home. Oh my, Windows 7 is so cool! (: Okay, I shall go Msn with Eleen now, since she hardly pay so much attention to me when I'm msn-ing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Waste no effort or breathe on those who are unwilling to listen. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5694367711864337802?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5694367711864337802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/thorns-among-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5694367711864337802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5694367711864337802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/thorns-among-roses.html' title='Thorns among the roses.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6414644335726943218</id><published>2009-12-17T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:06:08.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing ever works.</title><content type='html'>I'm no longer depressed over my lost phone, b/c I'm gonna get my htc Hero, no matter what. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Parkway with Fiyah. (: OhOh, scroll down for yesterday's post. Anyway, meet Fiyah at Bubbletea shop &amp;amp; she got her Honey Milktea. Went to her house after that, b/c she felt uncomfortable in her white pants &amp;amp; wanted to change into jeans. Took bus to Parkway &amp;amp; had lunch + dinner at Food Court. I had Curry Noodles, while Fiyah had Chicken Rice. I didn't finish my noodles at first, but Fiyah forced me to eat 1 1/2 mouth more. She's really a good mother. . Furthermore, 1 1/2 mouth for buying dessert, another 1 1/2 mouth for eating dessert. Such a great mother, &amp;amp; such a great environment saver. Went to walk around Parkway after eating. &amp;amp; then took bus home. Fiyah was being a Mental Furball on the bus. &amp;amp;  she forced me to walk her home &amp;amp; then claims that it is good exercise. OhOh, I'm gonna get my new SIM card later (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The departure of someone may be hard, but everyone needs to face it one day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6414644335726943218?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6414644335726943218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-ever-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6414644335726943218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6414644335726943218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-ever-works.html' title='Nothing ever works.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2283967192683540694</id><published>2009-12-17T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:07:27.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing beats it all.</title><content type='html'>OKAY, MY LG ARENA DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE YESTERDAY ): WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blog yesterday b/c my LG Arena disappeared &amp;amp; I was, um, kind of depressed. Not b/c of the phone, but b/c of the photos inside &amp;amp; the 8 GB memory. Fine, maybe I'm depressed b/c I miss the phone too. Nevermind, no use missing it now, since it's gone forever. I shall wish for a htc Hero to drop from the sky now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, cab-ed to Eunos Mrt Station to meet Joanne. Called her when I reached, &amp;amp; she claimed that she was on her way. But she gave herself away when she asked if she could put her things in my bag, &amp;amp; not bring a bag. Lol. She didn't even realised she gave herself away till I pointed it out. Anyway, Mrt-ed all the way to Harbourfront Mrt Station. Went to Vivo Cinema to buy tickets for Planet 51 ( Omg ) at 1410 . Bought books at Page 1 &amp;amp; had lunch at The Soup Spoon. The soup was filled with greens &amp;amp; veggies. Ew, super duper uber ultra disgusting. Went to Daiso to buy drinks &amp;amp; snacks for movie after that. Um, then watched Planet 51. Omg, I was tweeting throughout the movie. &amp;amp; Joanne was looking at me with those eyes. It's really boring what. If you watch the same old movie for two times. Furthermore, I knew the whole story-line. How great was that. Went to shop after the movie. Then head off to the pond. OhOhOh, we saw Cheryl there! (: &amp;amp; she joined us for awhile. (:(: At about like 1800, went down &amp;amp; realised my phone disappeared. Frankly, I didn't feel anything then. B/c I lost my Sony Ericson before, &amp;amp; I found it in the end. So yea, maybe, I was thinking I would find it in the end too. But, we went to every shop we went before, but no sight of my phone. So, I gave up. &amp;amp; decided to live with my Sony Ericson phone till I get my htc Hero. I should have search for my phone longer ): Now, I miss my photos &amp;amp; 8GB memory. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nothing lasts forever, it'll somehow end someday. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2283967192683540694?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2283967192683540694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-beats-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2283967192683540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2283967192683540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-beats-it-all.html' title='Nothing beats it all.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1309709921179589520</id><published>2009-12-16T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:40:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your mouth shut then.</title><content type='html'>If you choose to keep your mouth shut, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, went out with my Mum today. Super duper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; ultra tiring. Nothing much to elaborate. Off to next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone keep turning off for no reason. LG phones = turn off automatically. I want a Blackberry next year! Got so many buttons, &amp;amp; so many applications. The buttons are so teeny weeny tiny small! (: &amp;amp; iPhone has loads &amp;amp; lots of applications, but I prefer Blackberry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I'M GOING OUT WITH JOANNE TMR! (: I did this post of out boredom again. Tomorrow's post will be farfarfar better than today's post. Like, of course. Hm, I shall end off here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A word said is past recalling. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, I want htc Hero! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1309709921179589520?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1309709921179589520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-your-mouth-shut-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1309709921179589520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1309709921179589520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-your-mouth-shut-then.html' title='Keep your mouth shut then.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4929934054707686009</id><published>2009-12-11T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:06:16.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two routes, one person.</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING RUNNING WITH FIYAH AGAIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Fiyah's house. Before going to Fiyah's house, went to East Coast with Fiyah, Aleixa.Hiroki &amp;amp; Fiyah's sister. Don't feel like elaborating right now. Oh, I had Burger King! (: Anyway, I will not be posting soon. No mood + inspiration. Hm, I will be posting when I have the mood to do so. Or, when I'm pissed at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Regrets are common &amp;amp; typical, but people never seem to get enough of them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4929934054707686009?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4929934054707686009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-routes-one-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4929934054707686009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4929934054707686009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-routes-one-person.html' title='Two routes, one person.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-406207043569829087</id><published>2009-12-09T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:56:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One side story.</title><content type='html'>The answer is obvious, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing much today. Woke up at 1+ &amp;amp; had Nasi Lemak for lunch. Super duper uber ultra full &amp;amp; bloated. Currently, I'm msn-ing old dear Fiyah &amp;amp; posting. Hm, the boys are spam calling Jocelyn, &amp;amp; putting all the blame on her. Way too much have been happening in one shot. I just wish Alexia won't jump onto the railway tracks. OhOh, there are two sides now. &amp;amp; Sitting on the fence makes your butt hurts, I guess I need to make a decision soon. &amp;amp; yes, I'm in favour of one party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, something did made me pissed off eventually, but, only a fool full vent his/her anger. I'm not gonna be a fool, &amp;amp; shall wait patiently for Amanda's call (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Flaws are nothing to hide, but something to change."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-406207043569829087?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/406207043569829087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-side-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/406207043569829087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/406207043569829087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-side-story.html' title='One side story.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-340483016613701384</id><published>2009-12-08T19:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:33:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexed.</title><content type='html'>Life isn't fair, you can't always be the main priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched New Moon today, it didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinate&lt;/span&gt; me much though. I held my breath for a few scary parts. Other than that, there was nothing much. Oh, I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. &amp;amp; I didn't take taxi for the whole day today, all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; buses. Environment-friendly! &amp;amp; Save money eh (: Hm, nothing much today. For more details &amp;amp; information, go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah's&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alefiayh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joeb&lt;/span&gt; ) blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Live for yourself, but spare a thought for others too, b/c you aren't the only living creature. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-340483016613701384?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/340483016613701384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/complexed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/340483016613701384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/340483016613701384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/complexed.html' title='Complexed.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2177818731748916441</id><published>2009-12-06T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:56:47.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-way mirror</title><content type='html'>I'm bloated, &amp;amp; I'm dying from over-bloating ( no such word ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Benjamin thinks I'm nuts b/c I keep saying I'm dying. &amp;amp; Alex won't die now, b/c he'll drag two people down with him too. (: GreatGreatGreat News! Emo Buddy won't die anymore, &amp;amp; I wouldn't have to see the gruesome details he types on MSN anymore (: &amp;amp; today was boring. I tried to read, but it was an unsuccessful attempt. I'm going crazy at home. Facing 4 walls, isn't as fantastic as you think. OhOhOh, I got a new name to call people! Mental Furball! It sounds cute okay! &amp;amp; it's a fact that you can't deny. Hm, I'm ending here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" When everything turns topsy-turvy, give it the whirly-whirly ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that, when you're comforting people, you know that you exist. This thingy came to my mind when I was talking to Alexia. Hm, being aware that you exist, is at the same time, comforting too. At least, you're well aware that you exist. Okay, this is getting complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Donkey-Caller FTW more than Donkey. Donkey FTW more than Donkey-Caller. Benjamin the Donkey came out with this when we were arguing who FTW more. Hm, the same old lame Donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Haters are typical, b/c they never seem to get enough of your life. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2177818731748916441?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2177818731748916441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-way-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2177818731748916441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2177818731748916441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-way-mirror.html' title='Two-way mirror'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3627300271934689987</id><published>2009-12-05T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:10:17.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is better.</title><content type='html'>DONKEY MUST CREATE A TWITTER ACCOUNT, IF NOT I'LL COME AFTER HIM WITH A PARANG. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhOh, I forget about something. Uh, Donkey actually find the name Donkey cute! (: I know the sentence sounds confusing, but I like it the way it is. Hm, no topic today. Not a very interesting day. &amp;amp; I finished The Last Song! (: I LIKE THAT BOOK! Anw, I'm off to read When Daddy Comes Home. Hm, I hope it'll be an interesting book. Okay, I have just ran out of topics. Oh yea, I really need to exercise now. I can't coop at home all day, &amp;amp; do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Learn it through the hard way, &amp;amp; get over it. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3627300271934689987?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3627300271934689987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-is-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3627300271934689987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3627300271934689987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-is-better.html' title='Nothing is better.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-7326469060875554859</id><published>2009-12-04T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:21:29.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's enough.</title><content type='html'>When you turn back, it'll be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of quotes, I'm not gonna quote quotes anymore. Instead, I'm gonna write down the feelings of each day at the end of each post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" When I put up a notice, it means I got enough ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I take that post back. I can't live without quotes. I'm still gonna put quotes, whether if it's from other people, or myself. I'll credit people. I realise that I always forget to credit people, hm. From today onward, I'll always remember to credit people. I Pinkie Dinkie, &amp;amp; you Dinkie Pinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Regrets are often &amp;amp; common, but the biggest regret of your life, can never be understood. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-7326469060875554859?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7326469060875554859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7326469060875554859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/7326469060875554859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-enough.html' title='It&apos;s enough.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1422035953441785867</id><published>2009-12-04T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:47:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End it all.</title><content type='html'>I'm against the world, come to my side please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging about the squash thingy &amp;amp; everything about it. Just a piece of useless information. Anyway, I'm gonna blog about the most random issues today, b/c everything doesn't make sense at all. Oh, &amp;amp; I realised that I'm super duper uber ultra active on Twitter. Well, I'm super duper uber ultra active on Twitter, if you compare to Facebook. &amp;amp; I realised that I can write almost anything on Twitter, but on Facebook, I have my restrictions &amp;amp; limits. I've no valid reason for this. I like the fact that I can type freely on Twitter, &amp;amp; sometimes,when people like Adele reply me, I'll be on cloud nine (: Just a reply, can make my day. What a contented person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall hop off to another topic. Hm, I have this thingy for people that choose their words carefully. They don't use super duper uber ultra difficult words, but only super difficult words. Furthermore, they choose what words to use carefully, avoiding any human errors. They don't just use the words suddenly, but they use it normally. &amp;amp; they know the meaning too. I wanna be just like that when I grow up!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the previous topic won't be linked to this topic. Recently, I've been getting more frustrated over small little thingys. I can't stand people who ruin other people relationships too. In the past, I would just stand by the side, &amp;amp; say nothing at all. But recently, I just can't stand these type of people. Hm, nevermind. This kind of people are gonna appear in my life every now &amp;amp; then, &amp;amp; ruined everything. So, I shall not take notice of them from today onwards unless I really can't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't like pessimistic people too. Who likes them anyway? They view everything in a negative way. If I continue mentioning about them, I will become pessimistic too. Thus, end of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I secretly yearn for more people to read my blog, though it's not that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one point of view, I think my life is screwed up, just that it's not at it's worst now. Hm, I shall live my life the way it is. B/c I know I'm gonna die one day, &amp;amp; death will end it all. But, I'm still gonna lead a fulfilling life. &amp;amp; read loads &amp;amp; lots of books. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Let the feelings envelop you, b/c you'll never know when those feelings would come back again. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Inspired by Tuesday with Morrie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1422035953441785867?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1422035953441785867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1422035953441785867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1422035953441785867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-it-all.html' title='End it all.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3478907595446290187</id><published>2009-12-03T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:04:32.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in reality.</title><content type='html'>I'm done with the world. I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of plans today, didn't go cycling in the end. Went to Monika's new house, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seesee&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looklook&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, &amp;amp; before that, went to have Pork Ribs Noodles for lunch. Average, I guess. Then, we headed to City Square with her Mum, to shop. Hm, I swear it's boring there. Not just boring, but super duper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; ultra boring. Had Blueberry Cheesecake after that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OmgOmgOmg&lt;/span&gt;, it's been so long since I had Blueberry Cheesecake! When I was having Blueberry Cheesecake, Jocelyn saw the small cup of milk that came with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monik's&lt;/span&gt; Mummy's cup of white coffee, &amp;amp; she asked if she could try it. Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monik's&lt;/span&gt; Mummy thought that Jocelyn wanted that small cup of milk so badly, thus, she offered it to Jocelyn. &amp;amp; Jocelyn happily accepted it. But after awhile, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monik's&lt;/span&gt; Mummy told the waitress to give her another small cup of milk, &amp;amp; told the waitress why she needed another cup. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Jocelyn actually drank the small cup of milk quickly so that the waitress wouldn't notice, but in the end, all her efforts went down the drain. (: Headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ParkWay&lt;/span&gt; by taxi to buy Monika's book. On the way there, the taxi uncle kept interrupting our conversation, giving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inconstructive&lt;/span&gt; comments. Had Starbucks there too! Chocolate Chip Cream (: Bused to Monika's house, talked &amp;amp; ate dinner there. I LIKE HER MUM'S SOUP, BUT I DON'T LIKE THE CARROTS. Carrots are the worst vegetables on the whole wide earth or universe. I would never ever touch them or eat them. B/c it taste like. . .uh. . I don't really know. But I still super duper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; ultra don't like carrots even though I like Carrot Juice. Went home at 8 pm. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anw&lt;/span&gt;, I've been thinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; these few days. Like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I'M GONNA HAVE A FULFILLING HOLIDAY! I'm gonna read everyday &amp;amp; play sports, like Squash, running &amp;amp; cycling. Hm, healthy holiday.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OhOhOh&lt;/span&gt;, I think things are turning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. &amp;amp; I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; ride episode. I've had enough of everything. I don't expect &amp;amp; hope for much now, b/c when I pinned my hope too high, everything would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt; out to be much much worst. I'm gonna live life the way it is, &amp;amp; things may turn out to be much better after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" On the surface, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; fit perfectly, but the truth is, everything is falling apart. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3478907595446290187?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3478907595446290187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuck-in-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3478907595446290187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3478907595446290187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuck-in-reality.html' title='Stuck in reality.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3856994733923674052</id><published>2009-12-02T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:43:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should have known better.</title><content type='html'>Too late for regrets, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke Fiyah up with a wake-up call today. Then send Eleen wake-up message. I thought my message woke her up, then I was feeling so satisfied. But the fact is, she woke up even before I woke up. Satisfaction gone like that. Went school bus stop to meet Eleen Tan Jenn Yng. Walked to Bubble Tea Shop with her. Met Fiyah over there. She forgot to turn off the gas. Typical of her anw. Okay, damn, I can't recall anything right now. I just know that we went to Parkway for Pastamania, then to school bus stop, to meet Jasmine, walked to East Coast Park, went to Parkway for TimeZone again. I can't belive I set foot into TimeZone. I can't believe I went to TimeZone 2 times today. I can't believe everything turned topsy-turvy in a matter of a few days. I can't believe everything turn out to be so realistic. Aiyah, whatever. I don't care alr, I don't give a damn if certain people don't reply to my sms for 10000000000 hours, then decided to reply suddenly. I'm not gonna care about anything in this world ever again. If I'm gonna die first thing tmr morning, then so be it. At least, I knew I had tried my best in PSLE. &amp;amp; I'll die with no regrets. Oh yea, last thing before I sign off &amp;amp; proceed to read The Last Song. There's this guy with piercings, he took Fiyah's &amp;amp; my 10 dollars. Money-sucker. I didn't know that 10 dollars could feed 200 families till today eh. Maybe, I should thank him for providing me with such a great piece of information. What a great day today with no lemons at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" If you're afraid of the vulnerability that love brings along, don't ask for anything either. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No inspiration to blog. Lack of brain juices. I might as well die now. Like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3856994733923674052?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3856994733923674052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-have-known-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3856994733923674052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3856994733923674052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-have-known-better.html' title='Should have known better.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-759371298658698087</id><published>2009-12-01T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:31:56.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything turns to nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FIYAH&lt;/span&gt; CREATED A TWITTER ACCOUNT FOR THE SAKE OF ME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day today, with Amanda &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah&lt;/span&gt;. Hm, actually, the day started off with Amanda with me only. Met her at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tanah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Merah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station, took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing much over there, headed to Parkway after that. Oh, &amp;amp; I bought three donuts! (: I can't remember the flavour though. Met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah&lt;/span&gt; at Macs. Then, Cotton On. &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I had New Zealand Ice Cream too! It has been so long since I had it's Mango Sorbet. &amp;amp; the Rocky something, was just Chocolate Ice Cream + Marshmallow. The description was just total crap I tell you.Went to Sweet Talk after that to buy Peach Milk Tea. Then watched cartoons at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiyah's&lt;/span&gt; house. Went home after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE LAST SONG BY NICHOLAS SPARKS ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your'rs Truly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Don't let go too soon, but don't hang on too long too. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-759371298658698087?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/759371298658698087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-everything-turns-to-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/759371298658698087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/759371298658698087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-everything-turns-to-nothing.html' title='When everything turns to nothing.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3934061433570090245</id><published>2009-11-30T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:42:04.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster ride.</title><content type='html'>When everything falls apart, it's up to you to decide whether you want to pick up the pieces or leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Fiyah's house later. (: I'm currently rotting at home, with nothing better to do. If I got something better to do, I won't be blogging. I've a lack of inspiration to blog today. Fine, I'm not blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the whole world walks out on you, a true friend walks in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3934061433570090245?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3934061433570090245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/rollercoaster-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3934061433570090245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3934061433570090245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/rollercoaster-ride.html' title='Rollercoaster ride.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-8713767025242738015</id><published>2009-11-29T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:53:42.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming feelings.</title><content type='html'>I just made a choice that determines my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;secondnary&lt;/span&gt; school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I submit my choices &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;! (: I feel so relieved. &amp;amp; I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regretting&lt;/span&gt; at all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TanjongKatong&lt;/span&gt;, first choice. Hm, I'm gonna be a lover of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TanjongKatong&lt;/span&gt; from today onwards!  It's gonna be great with all the people around, I look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to secondary school life with so much enthusiasm &amp;amp; so optimistically, that I think I went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kuku&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; sorry Amanda, I can't take it anymore, that's why I'm submitting my form this late. Different people have different views on schools, &amp;amp; both out views differ. No matter where you go, I'm gonna support you okay! (: Even if you go Anglican, we still can study main subjects &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tgt&lt;/span&gt; right? (: You have your own set of reasons why Anglican is good, but after I went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TanjongKatong's&lt;/span&gt; Open House, &amp;amp; talked to the Principal, my doubts has ever since  been cleared. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TanjongKatong&lt;/span&gt; students are very motivated, &amp;amp; that's what I want myself to become after 4 years. I may regret after studying at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TanjongKatong&lt;/span&gt;, but at least, that's what I want for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TanjongKatong&lt;/span&gt; to change their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sandwich&lt;/span&gt; Machine. All the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; in the machine, are filled with veggies &amp;amp; greens. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; I want them to renovate their canteen, b/c it looks like some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oldoldold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;. But nevertheless, I still like the school, no matter how small the school compound may be. (: I'm gonna go twitter &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; now. At this time of the day, you can't really find any entertainment other than on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Your's&lt;/span&gt; Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiQi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Love doesn't walks away, people do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-8713767025242738015?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8713767025242738015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/overwhelming-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8713767025242738015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/8713767025242738015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/overwhelming-feelings.html' title='Overwhelming feelings.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-736205843811506047</id><published>2009-11-28T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:30:17.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think as an individual.</title><content type='html'>When it comes to matters concerning yourself, I should learn to be selfish, &amp;amp; put myself as the main concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I just went to TanjongKatong Open house with Fiyah, Amanda, Eleen. Met Adele, KaiShyan, LinChiat &amp;amp; a few others over there. Damn, the Principal sound so convincing. When I asked him about the variety of subjects, he gave me a satisfactory explanation. A much too satisfactory explanation. The school is quite, uh, boring. As in, the facilities &amp;amp; all. &amp;amp; it doesn't have a big school compound too. But, I still want to go there. &amp;amp; the Sec 1 &amp;amp; 2 students are not streamed, that means, less stress for students, less competition &amp;amp;  friction between students (: I want to go TKSS! Even though that may not be the final decision, I'm like 90% sure that I want to go to TKSS now! Fiyah, be happy okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Amanda, no matter where you go, even if you go Anglican, we're still gonna keep in touch okay. I know that you have your own reasons, &amp;amp; can't stand being alone in a school without close friends, but uh, this time, I really need to be selfish. I'm super duper uber ultra sorry okay! ): But think it through carefully okay, nobody's gonna force you, or persuade you, you're just gonna think as an individual, &amp;amp; don't crumble under other people's opinions &amp;amp; comments. I'm gonna go after that person with a parang if he/she force you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I need to submit the form fast (online). B/c I'm quite sure that I'm gonna change my mind after awhile again. But I don't think that there'll be any drastic changes this time round, b/c I had think it through carefully alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your friends, is a hard thing. But letting them go, is one of the best thing a friend can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I want to leave a trace on your path of memory, but will you allow me to do so?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-736205843811506047?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/736205843811506047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-as-individual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/736205843811506047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/736205843811506047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/think-as-individual.html' title='Think as an individual.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6481780063071329422</id><published>2009-11-27T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:58:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of attention</title><content type='html'>Originality matters &amp;amp; counts, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, TanjongKatong or Anglican? I diedie also don't want to go Dunman High. Don't try to persuade me to go Dunman High, b/c  it'll never ever work unless I go nuts again. Which is, highly impossible. I emphasis on the word, highly. I'm currently waiting for Amanda to call me. CALL ME AMANDA, NOW! I need to talk to Amanda Lim XXX now. Uh, I forget about her chinese name ): Did this post out of boredom, lame &amp;amp; random post again.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Amanda called me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done talking with Amanda. Both of us are stressed up. Yay, we're in the same boat! (:  Hm, now that I think of it, I think that since Anglican has a much wider variety of subjects, it may be a good thing too. At least, I'll get to find the subjects which I'm good in at a much higher chance than TKSS.  Different people have different opinions.  Hm, I shall listen to other people's opinions. &amp;amp; go to TKSS open house tmr (: Maybe, there'll be a drastic change in my opinions of both schools. Let's wait &amp;amp; see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You knew right from the start that I needed attention, are you gonna give me the attention I need then?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6481780063071329422?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6481780063071329422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-need-of-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6481780063071329422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6481780063071329422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-need-of-attention.html' title='In need of attention'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-4429433436791604206</id><published>2009-11-27T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:06:22.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you take me for granted?</title><content type='html'>When people get things they want, they tend to take it for granted, even if it is the people they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling between Anglican &amp;amp; TanjongKatong , but I guess I still am. &amp;amp; now, it's not b/c I'm a coward okay. I looked through the School Information Booklet very carefully. Both are Band 2 schools, TanjongKatong has an SEA (School Excellence Award), while Anglican doesn't. But Anglican offers much more subjects compared to TanjongKatong. Hm, I still have time, I still have time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoilt with choices, while other are not. I should be grateful, while I'm not. &amp;amp; why? B/c when you tend to have many choices in life, you don't know which one to choose. &amp;amp; in the end, you'll always find yourself struggling between 2 choices. I thought I had alot of choices, but I'm left with two at the very end. I'm envious of those people who can just make a swift decision after getting their result. They have no hesitation, &amp;amp; have no doubts. They know that they won't regret when they look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Mr Goh said that TKSS is a bad choice. &amp;amp; if I go there, it's a waste. But what makes the school so popular? Schools with low cut-off, are labelled as bad choices, schools with high cut-off, are labelled as good choices. The people that go to these schools, make it famous. Maybe it's b/c of the standard, so that's why people want to go there. But if students &amp;amp; parents don't give a chance to those schools with lower cut-off, when would they ever be famous? Or they wouldn't even be after 10000000 years. Who says a school with lower cut-off isn't good? Compare Anglican &amp;amp; Tanjong Katong, Tanjong Katong has SEA award while Anglican doesn't. Anglican- 244, Tanjong Katong-236. But Anglican offers more subjects, &amp;amp; is a SAP school. But what about that? Having more choices, means that you'll be spoilt with choices again, &amp;amp; you only get to add 3 more marks if you get a Distinction for HMT. Like that only. Fine, I'll take that back, b/c I'm still struggling. I should be on cloud nine if I got alot of choices, but I don't wish to go through this period of my life again, I don't want to think that I got alot of choices, &amp;amp; then have 2 choices in the end again. I don't wish to be struggling between 2 choices all over again, Oh wait, when it comes to subjects, I got alot more choices, wah, more troublesome. &amp;amp; furthermore, I heard that TKSS's students are self-motivated. I'm not saying the Anglican's students aren't. But currently, I'm in favour of TKSS. Nevermind, I shall think about the two choices again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything breaks. Some things just hurt more than others." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jodi Picoult ( Handle With Care )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-4429433436791604206?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4429433436791604206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-you-take-me-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4429433436791604206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/4429433436791604206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-you-take-me-for-granted.html' title='Will you take me for granted?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6411889113519716970</id><published>2009-11-27T00:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:36:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices.</title><content type='html'>I thought that I had many choices, but in the end, I'm only left with two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm reconsidering my choices after awhile. &amp;amp; yes, I admit that I'm fickle. I'm actually not even sure why I changed my mind. I think I'm trying to make reasons for myself. Oh wait, I think I just found the main reason. I didn't wanted to go TKSS anymore just now, it's not b/c its cut-off is lower than Anglican, but b/c I'm a coward. A dammit coward. I'm afraid that people there will call me nerd, just b/c I get higher than them. If this is gonna be the reason, I'm going TKSS. So be it, if they call me nerd. At least, I got brains, they got none. Critisizing people, doesn't make you look any better. I got true friends by my side, while they got a bunch of suck-up people by their side (: . I don't care if you say I'm wasting my future away, b/c it's mine. I appreciate your opinons. I'll take them to heart, but I'm gonna discard those inconstructive opinions or comments. I don't know if I'm gonna regret, but at least I know that, I thought it through carefully. I don't know if anything is gonna change my mind anymore, but for now, TKSS is my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Omg, I feel like ranting about somebody, but I shan't be a a busybody, &amp;amp; interfere other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; I decided to stop typing &amp;amp; pressing enter. I'm gonna go edit my past posts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit) Aiyah, very mafan. I don't care alr. (?Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6411889113519716970?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6411889113519716970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6411889113519716970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6411889113519716970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html' title='Choices.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2878065044980177546</id><published>2009-11-26T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:31:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through all obstacles</title><content type='html'>Miracles do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless right now. Everything seem to be happening without a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today, feeling like a walking zombie. I don't feel the stress I felt ytd at all. Ate breakfast &amp;amp; then went to school. OmgOmgOmg, I was almost late eh. I can't believe it when the reality suddenly came crashing down when I reach the school hall eh. I ws alomst suffocating, b/c everybody like so nervous like that. &amp;amp; that fact alone, make me super duper uber ultra nervous. I kept rubbing my hands tgt, like an idiot. I swear that Mrs cheng speech almost killed me. She kept talking about all those shit stuff, which I kind of listen to as well. Then okay, main point. She announced that Naresh was the top scorer, with a score of 268. That surprise me super duper uber ultra alot. I expected Kean to come in first eh. But, Kean still came in third luhs. At least third eh! People kept going up, my hopes were dashed bit by bit. YinCi &amp;amp; Rae-Nyse went up, for ninth position, I think (Mark claim so). Then, of course, I become more depressed luhs, b/c there's only one position&lt;br /&gt;left eh, &amp;amp; I was aiming for top 10. After they went up, I heard my name. . I was shocked/surprised. Went up,&lt;br /&gt;shook hand.I'm not gonna go through every small tiny teeny weeny detail about this, only braggers do this. Btw, I'm lost for words, &amp;amp; I've a lack of inspiration too! Total drainage. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, Amanda &amp;amp; Bambby went up too!&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper uber ultra happy for them too! (: The camera man took pictures, then I went down the stage.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh skipped my turn b/c I went up to stage. I WANTED MY RESULT SLIP SO BADLY! ): Anw,I still get it in the end, b/c it's mine! I shall skip the results part, make me look like an total show-off only. Anw, I went to find Monik, hugged her &amp;amp; blahblahblah. Went to find Miss Tan, talked to her, hugged her again. Omg, I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;miss Miss Tan super duper uber ultra alot! Went to find Mr Goh after that, he thought that it would be a waste if I go to TKSS. ButButBut, I'm not changing my mind. No matter what. I'M GONNA GO TKSS! Anw, went to PP with Amanda, Jocelyn, Fiyah, Amanda's parents &amp;amp; brother after that. Went to the Dentist with Fiyah. Weent to school with Fiyah to meet Amanda &amp;amp; Joanne. All of us went to Fiyah's house after that. Weent home at 1720.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Let the one you love get the best they deserve, don't try to stop them, b/c one day, you'll regret it. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2878065044980177546?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2878065044980177546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-all-obstacles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2878065044980177546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2878065044980177546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-all-obstacles.html' title='Through all obstacles'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3336783462188666554</id><published>2009-11-25T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:35:15.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alefiyah &amp; Monik.</title><content type='html'>Hm, two very special people in my life (: Wait, Amanda &amp;amp; Jocelyn &amp;amp; alot others are special too alright, just that I seen them today, &amp;amp; had thought about the thick &amp;amp; thin we been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alefiyah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the time when Mrs Kua made us sit tgt. We started laughing like stupid idiots over random stuff. We could even laugh at an eraser, or when we're staring at each other. At random times of the day, we'll both break out into laughter at the same time. We say the same things at the same times alot of times. I don't know since when I started being close to you, but everytime, I'm unhappy over something, I'll go to you, &amp;amp; rant my heart out. Alot of arguments over the past two years, but we still patch up in the end, no matter what. We're both stubborn people, but either you or me will give up in the end, &amp;amp; apologise to the other party. It's b/c we both don't have the courage to let this friendship go. &amp;amp; I believe, I won't ever have the courage too anw. I don't know why, but I always have this hunch when you're angry or sad. When you're depressed, I'll follow you everywhere, till you get annoyed. But I don't really care, do I? It's like, life without Fiyah, is indescriable. Maybe, I can live without you. But without you in my life, life is splashed with much less colours. You said that I am heartless b/c I don't really cry much, but you'll never know how much it pricks my heart&lt;br /&gt;when we two start arguing again. Friendly arguments are fun to handle with, but arguments with pricks here &amp;amp; there, are a chore to handle with. No matter where life takes me to, you're still gonna be a part of my life, no matter what happens. You're gonna get into the same school as me. If you don't get into the same school as me, I've nobody to turn to when I really need someone to cook instant noodles or make a burger for me anymore ): &amp;amp; I'll die from starvation, I swear. I believe that you'll be there for me tmr, &amp;amp; won't abandon me. I hope I believed in the right person. You Pinkie Swear with me alr. No empty promises yea! (: Lend me a shoulder when I need one tmr, or cry tears of joy with me tmr! You'll always be my bestie no matter what! No matter how much you had changed over the years, you're still the same Fiyah to me, no one can ever replace you. Love you more than you can ever imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Monika (Monik),&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it won't be an empty promise yea! Don't worry, I'll be there for you. Have more confidence in yourself, b/c I've alot of confidence in you, you have worked hard, even though I don't believe in, "You reap what you sow", b/c hard work doesn't always pays off, I strongly believe that you'll be able to get into NASS! We'll still keep in contact even after you moved okay! Both of us have our doubts about staying in touch, but I can't imagine losing you as a friend. You're my Pinkie Dinkie, &amp;amp; will forever be. We're gonna meet at least once a month, there is only at least, no at most. B/c I will like to meet you as much as possible. We're both gonna find a new batch of friends, &amp;amp; go out with the new bunch of friends, but we'll never forget each other, ever. &amp;amp; will miss each other super duper uber ultra alot right? You've become alot more matured after you've been with Alex uh. You stating all those quotes, sometimes, just make me wanna laugh. Really. Don't get annoyed if I call you Monika okay! You were terrified yesterday, &amp;amp; is still is now, I'm not gonna mention all those terrifying phrases &amp;amp; words, b/c I'm mortified too. Everyone needs someone by their side at any time of the day, &amp;amp; maybe, I shall be the one for you. As in friend only uh, I'm not a lesbian! You have Alex too anw. Stay super duper uber ultra long with Alex alright! &amp;amp; turn to me, if you have any problems with him alright ( touch wood!) , cannot turn to any other RANDOM person okay. IT MUST BE ME, NO MATTER WHAT! I'll be there for you tmr okay! Don't worry, we'll look at our result slips tgt, break down tgt, cry tears of joy tgt, my shoulder will be there for you! (: I LOVE YOU SUPER DUPER UBER ULTRA ALOT, MY DEAR PINKIE DINKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Maybe we'll fall apart as time slowly crawls by, but we'll long for each other accompany one fine day again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3336783462188666554?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3336783462188666554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/alefiyah-monik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3336783462188666554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3336783462188666554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/alefiyah-monik.html' title='Alefiyah &amp; Monik.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6681168218481928524</id><published>2009-11-25T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:02:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension is on the rise.</title><content type='html'>What else can I do, other than wait for tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's nervous now. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;page spammed with with RESULTS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder if those people&lt;br /&gt;on FaceBook really want my life. I'm &lt;br /&gt;not trying to imply anything, but,&lt;br /&gt;does saying RESULTS DAYS, make anything&lt;br /&gt;better. Nope, it only make things farfarfar&lt;br /&gt;worst. Everything already seem so gloomy,&lt;br /&gt;your heart is beating so fast, your heart&lt;br /&gt;seem to be having a battle against you, &lt;br /&gt;choking you while every seconds, minutes, hours&lt;br /&gt;pass. The feeling is so unbearable, &amp; everything&lt;br /&gt;around you seem to be making everything farfarfar&lt;br /&gt;worst. What Ifs question seem to&lt;br /&gt;be popping out in your mind endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's feeling the same right now,&lt;br /&gt;everybody is worried, I am too. &lt;br /&gt;So please, don't make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all those Good Lucks,&lt;br /&gt;it means alot to me. But, I still get&lt;br /&gt;the jitters right now. I'll still accept&lt;br /&gt;those Good Lucks whole-heartedly,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thank you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But oh please, stop saying RESULT DAY,&lt;br /&gt;without a dammit reason. If you want to mention&lt;br /&gt;RESULT DAY with a Good Luck or anyhing nice,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind. B/c it warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know certain people will be there for me tmr,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll be by thier side too. There won't be any&lt;br /&gt;empty promises alright! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; This may sound offensive, but I'm not out to offend anyone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even though you aren't with me, your presence is felt."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6681168218481928524?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6681168218481928524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/tension-is-on-rise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6681168218481928524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6681168218481928524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/tension-is-on-rise.html' title='Tension is on the rise.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-865979763495826411</id><published>2009-11-24T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:56:33.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything would turn out well.</title><content type='html'>Not in the mood to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Who's still in the mood to blog,&lt;br /&gt;when you know you're one day&lt;br /&gt;away from receiving your PSLE&lt;br /&gt;results? I don't have the slightest&lt;br /&gt;confidence. Amanda, give me a&lt;br /&gt;confidence boost tmr okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Friends will always be there for you, through thick &amp; thin, don't worry, b/c&lt;br /&gt;you know I'll be there too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-865979763495826411?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/865979763495826411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-would-turn-out-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/865979763495826411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/865979763495826411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-would-turn-out-well.html' title='Everything would turn out well.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1653909132170147619</id><published>2009-11-23T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:07:11.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll remain as besties forever?</title><content type='html'>OmgOmgOmg, I'm excited x100 for tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm talking to Eleen Tan Jenn Yng now,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she suddenly brought up the topic of &lt;br /&gt;Results Day ): . The mention of Results&lt;br /&gt;Day gets me all jittery. Especially,  if&lt;br /&gt;Science &amp; Maths &amp; English is involved.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, kill me now please. I rather die then&lt;br /&gt;wait for my results like an idiot/moron/retard.&lt;br /&gt;Moe, I tell you uh, you better not let me&lt;br /&gt;get an B for science, if not, I come&lt;br /&gt;after you with a parang &amp; I'll kill you! &lt;br /&gt;*EVIL LAUGHTER* Anw, this post is suppose&lt;br /&gt;to be idiotic &amp; lame. I'm posting only&lt;br /&gt;b/c I'm bored, &amp; have ran out of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's sms-ing me! Uh, wait, who would be sms-ing&lt;br /&gt;me at this time of the day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people that are supposed to be there for me&lt;br /&gt;on 26th Novmeber, better be okay! (: If not,&lt;br /&gt;I'll die from depression, &amp; feel super&lt;br /&gt;duper uber ultra lonely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; This post is striclty meant for entertainment purpose(for me luhs), &amp; no&lt;br /&gt;threatens shall be committed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1653909132170147619?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1653909132170147619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-remain-as-besties-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1653909132170147619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1653909132170147619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-remain-as-besties-forever.html' title='We&apos;ll remain as besties forever?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-525765775162280566</id><published>2009-11-23T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:59:29.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much assumptions.</title><content type='html'>Assumptions can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, some times, I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whether I have been really doing&lt;br /&gt;what I have said. I tell Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;to stop making assumptions, yet,&lt;br /&gt;I make alot of assumptions myself.&lt;br /&gt;What a hypocrite I am. I remember Mummy,&lt;br /&gt;which is Amanda, telling me that some times,&lt;br /&gt;I do not do what I say. I claim one thing,&lt;br /&gt;but do another. Hm, another bad point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The past still remains, even though how hard you try to deny or discard it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-525765775162280566?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/525765775162280566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-much-assumptions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/525765775162280566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/525765775162280566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-much-assumptions.html' title='Too much assumptions.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-9159054902866184834</id><published>2009-11-22T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:48:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new phase of life.</title><content type='html'>You have alot of choices in life, but you never know which one is gonna change it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot about the secondnary&lt;br /&gt;schools that I can most likely get into. &amp;&lt;br /&gt;I have came to alot of conclusions. If I were&lt;br /&gt;to get a sky-high score, I don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Dunman High too. &amp; yes, alot of people&lt;br /&gt;may think that I'm wasting my future away,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all those whatever shit. Don't say I didn't&lt;br /&gt;think about going to Dunman High before, b/c&lt;br /&gt;I did. &amp; for that time in my P6 life, I so&lt;br /&gt;bloody have the motivation to work hard, to get&lt;br /&gt;into Dunman High, to live up to everyone's &lt;br /&gt;expectations. But after PSLE, I thought abtout the&lt;br /&gt;choices I had again, &amp; realised that Dunman High&lt;br /&gt;give me the creeps, not just b/c of their Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Standard, but also b/c of the loneliness I would&lt;br /&gt;experience there. Imagine standing in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of a prestigious school, all alone. The school may &lt;br /&gt;be big &amp; all, but when you know no one there at all,&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters anymore. &amp; another thing, I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;I can't cope academically. The people there got the brains,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there will be tough competition. Under all the stress,&lt;br /&gt;I  think I'll get alot of white hair. Omg, later&lt;br /&gt;got people come after me with parang if I beat them. &lt;br /&gt;Anw, Dunman High may give me the creeps, but sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I just think that, if you got the potential, why not give it&lt;br /&gt;a shot? &amp; if you have the chance to have a brighter future, &lt;br /&gt;why give it all up? But then again, I, myself, &lt;br /&gt;know that I don't have the potential, &amp; &lt;br /&gt;would suffer quite terribly over there, so yea, &lt;br /&gt;there goes the thought. Furthermore, I'm gonna miss &lt;br /&gt;alot of people. So yea, I would rather get into a school,&lt;br /&gt;which is fairly pretigious, &amp; which most of my close friends&lt;br /&gt;go into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, Tanjong Katong. I'm 100%&lt;br /&gt;planning to go there. But who knows what&lt;br /&gt;will happen on 26th November? What if my&lt;br /&gt;score happens to be way below what I expected?&lt;br /&gt;Thus, this school is a yes-maybe. But, I really&lt;br /&gt;want to get into this school! Really! I think I&lt;br /&gt;went nuts that time when I go around telling&lt;br /&gt;people that I want to get into Dunman High.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the thought of Dunman High, before PSLE,&lt;br /&gt;gives me alot of motivation to work hard. &lt;br /&gt;Hm, Tanjong Katong. There's alot of reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I want to get in there. &amp; I may have been telling you&lt;br /&gt;to put it as a choice too (: One main reason is that,&lt;br /&gt;most of my close firends are going there too. It's either&lt;br /&gt;their first choice, or it's in one of their choices.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of close friends going there, just make me&lt;br /&gt;want to go there more. Another main reason is that,&lt;br /&gt;it's good academically too! &amp; I believe that alot &lt;br /&gt;of my close friends, will make it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next choice after Tanjong Katong, is Temasek.&lt;br /&gt;The fun the pupils have there, attracts me alot.&lt;br /&gt;Who say studying can't be fun? The camp attracts&lt;br /&gt;my attention more! (: If I get below what I expected,&lt;br /&gt;Temasek is a good choice. It is acedemically good too!&lt;br /&gt;Like Tanjong Katong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually uh, I don't really care about the school's&lt;br /&gt;fame &amp; stuff like that. I just want to get into a good school.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, no, wait, these two sentence contradicts.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I still have other school choices,&lt;br /&gt;but most of them, are for the sake of filling the six choices.&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, not most of them, it's all of them. B/c, I would never&lt;br /&gt;ever imagine myself getting in into these schools. Getting in into&lt;br /&gt;these schools, is like unbelivable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, enough of me. When I heard from Fiyah that she wants&lt;br /&gt;to get into NASS, I was shattered, I guess. But then again,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if that what's she wants, shouln't I, be the one&lt;br /&gt;encouraging her? I shouldn't force her to get into TKSS anymore. &lt;br /&gt;No matter, how much I want her to get into TKSS with me, I &lt;br /&gt;can't force her to get what she doesn't wants. If going into NASS will make her&lt;br /&gt;happy, then I want her to get inside too. But uh, there will be&lt;br /&gt;a period of time before I can say that. Different people have&lt;br /&gt;dofferent perspective of life. If she thinks NASS is the best for her,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all the way behind her. But I know that there won't be another&lt;br /&gt;Fiyah in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The memories may fade away day by day, but it'll be a long time&lt;br /&gt;before the heart get used to it." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-9159054902866184834?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/9159054902866184834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-phase-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/9159054902866184834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/9159054902866184834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-phase-of-life.html' title='A new phase of life.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1886095530200150460</id><published>2009-11-21T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:46:59.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always be there for you.</title><content type='html'>Actions speaks louder than words, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the lack of drive &amp; inspiration to blog about&lt;br /&gt;Grad Night, it was awesome, but, it's just too&lt;br /&gt;unbelivable that people who are once&lt;br /&gt;close to me, may just turn their back on us,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; continue on their live journey, without me&lt;br /&gt;by their side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MISS TAN! She's the best teacher&lt;br /&gt;one could ever find, Mr Goh too.&lt;br /&gt;But I like Miss Tan better, maybe b/c she teached &lt;br /&gt;me for 2 years alr. Teared after Miss Tan hugged me,&lt;br /&gt;she told me somthing, which touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Yay! I got a picture with Miss Tan!(:&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture with Mr Goh too!&lt;br /&gt;But it's in Amanda's camera ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, just a litte note for Amanda, she cried while hugging me&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, &amp; I felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll be by your side too. Feel free to come to&lt;br /&gt;me when you've problems or when you're depressed/sad.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind. You've always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;whenever I've problems, &amp; I really appreciate that fact.&lt;br /&gt;We may not know each other long enough to be called childhood&lt;br /&gt;friends, but I want to keep in contact with you long&lt;br /&gt;enough to be called long-time besties. I always needed&lt;br /&gt;somebody to go through facts, &amp; stopped siding their friends,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you appeared. You're one rare person who go through&lt;br /&gt;facts &amp; truths. I may be harping on this point for a very&lt;br /&gt;long time alr, but this point, is one of the many reasons&lt;br /&gt;of why I like you so super duper uber ultra alot. &lt;br /&gt;We may not be going to TKSS tgt, but no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;you're still gonna be my Mummy, &amp; hold my hand when&lt;br /&gt;we cross the road, like you always do. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;You always congragulate me whole-heartedly when I had&lt;br /&gt;suceeded Academically or whateverso. But when something&lt;br /&gt;crashes with your own principals or conscience, you'll&lt;br /&gt;stand out, confident &amp; harsh, &amp; shout out your own&lt;br /&gt;opinions/comments. Even though, alot of people,&lt;br /&gt;may not agree with your comments/opinions,&lt;br /&gt;you just don't seem to give a damn. You aren't afraid to&lt;br /&gt;be out of place, to be different from others,&lt;br /&gt;even though you knew that you had a high risk&lt;br /&gt;of being left out next time. Admiration is the only&lt;br /&gt;word I can use in this case. I always wanted to&lt;br /&gt;be like that, &amp; ever since I became closer to you,&lt;br /&gt;I was influenced by you as the days past by,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; isn't afraid anymore to speak out confidently,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how I may look, bithchy ot whateverso.&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit, sometimes this ability which I learned from&lt;br /&gt;you, may be a chore to handle with. Offending people,&lt;br /&gt;may be more common now. I've always been harsh with my words,&lt;br /&gt;even after I become close to you. I can't seem to change&lt;br /&gt;this bad habbit of mine. But, you've been&lt;br /&gt;tolerating &amp; accepting me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;You had done alot for me, &amp; sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I just take all those little actions&lt;br /&gt;for granted. There wouldn't be another&lt;br /&gt;replica of you, b/c you're extraordinary, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know that clearly yourself too (:&lt;br /&gt;Remember, that I'll be there for you on 26th&lt;br /&gt;November when you cry. &amp; I hope those tears,&lt;br /&gt;are tears of joy &amp; exhilaration. (:&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens in the future,&lt;br /&gt;even if we go to different schools, &lt;br /&gt;we're still gonna be close, I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;alot, &amp; I know you'l miss me too. Love you much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments may be constant &amp; common these days with Fiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I understand why too. Lack of communication may be&lt;br /&gt;one of the reasons. But the main reason is that, I&lt;br /&gt;always refuse to take the initiative. I didn't &lt;br /&gt;took the initiative to tell Fiyah this time, mainly&lt;br /&gt;b/c I wanted her to take the initiative to ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I found another bad point about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; more about the initiative thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I always refused to take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;But I still say sorry when I'm in the wrong okay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; admit it. I don't know why, but I always&lt;br /&gt;have this thingy against taking the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;I always have this concept that, taking&lt;br /&gt;the initiative equals to the desperate one.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't like the feeling &amp; taste of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;But, I need to change this thinking of mine,&lt;br /&gt;fast. Learning to take the initiative, is one&lt;br /&gt;of the things I must complete by the ned of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it'll be a short entry today, but it turned out to be so &lt;br /&gt;long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter how hard you cry, time still can't be rewind. Don't waste all those percious tears anymore okay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1886095530200150460?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1886095530200150460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-always-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1886095530200150460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1886095530200150460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-always-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll always be there for you.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2375069320321082830</id><published>2009-11-19T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:15:11.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not the last day of school yet,&lt;br /&gt;but I may be staying over at Monik's house tmr,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; will have no time to post, thus, here I am,&lt;br /&gt;posting + Fiyah's emotional post gave me a&lt;br /&gt;shot of inspiration, so yea, here I am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no matter what, Fiyah's going to the same&lt;br /&gt;school as me! As I can't possibly find another&lt;br /&gt;Fiyah who is hyper, emo at times, who laughs&lt;br /&gt;at my lame jokes even though nobody&lt;br /&gt;is laughing, who gets both hyper &amp; emo&lt;br /&gt;with me. Even though, we had countless arguments&lt;br /&gt;over the past two years, we always patch up in the&lt;br /&gt;very end, &amp; that's one thing I'm grateful for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amanda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of those people, that goes through&lt;br /&gt;facts. The harsh &amp; uncensored truth/fact often&lt;br /&gt;comes out from your mouth. Though your replies may&lt;br /&gt;hurt me, I'll always appreciate it at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;with no hard feelings at all. B/c, I knew right from the&lt;br /&gt;start that you are one of thos rare people that&lt;br /&gt;goes through facts. &amp; that alone, is counted&lt;br /&gt;as a super duper uber ultra rare ability.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I got closer to you, but&lt;br /&gt;from that day onwards, I knew I found another&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary pillar of support (:&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks would not be enough to thank you&lt;br /&gt;for the countless encouragements. I just hope that we'll &lt;br /&gt;get into the same secondnary school, &amp; then I will not&lt;br /&gt;lose a pillar of support (: There truly, won't be another&lt;br /&gt;replica of you. Love you always (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes, or most of the time, the sarcastic &lt;br /&gt;comments &amp; opinions that come out of my mouth may hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; uh, I, myself, isn't even sure if I got anything againist you.&lt;br /&gt;But uh, I still treasure you as a bestie okay.&lt;br /&gt;B/c, only a bestie can see the truth &amp; the pain in you&lt;br /&gt;when you're fooling everybody else. &amp; I believe you can do that.&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions can kill, don't make too many assumptions okay (:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder if I got anything againist you,&lt;br /&gt;but as I think about the past incidents, I know that&lt;br /&gt;I'm still friends with you. I know you far too well,&lt;br /&gt;thus, I have to keep some things from you. I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;if you feel offended or anything. But when the time&lt;br /&gt;s ripe, I'll tell you okay (: Love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, we don't know each other for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;you're one of the best person I can confide in.&lt;br /&gt;You're always there to listen to me talk when &lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed/sad. I really appreciate it okay (:&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have our doubts about staying in contact,&lt;br /&gt;but let me tell you, I will always keep in contact&lt;br /&gt;with you, no matter what. Nevermind the distance, we'll&lt;br /&gt;still be as close as ever. I'll miss you loads,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I believ you will too. But uh, even though&lt;br /&gt;you'll have a new batch of friends in Secondnary School,&lt;br /&gt;must still go out with me okay! That's a Pinkie Swear okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Dinkies Forever! &lt;3 Love you a billion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'm not even sure if you're reading this, but this part &lt;br /&gt;of the post is dedicated to you okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware that our relationship&lt;br /&gt;has strained thoughout the weeks after PSLE,&lt;br /&gt;but uh, I still want you as my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I hurt you or abandon you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;But, I really like the fact that, you're still the&lt;br /&gt;same person (: Whatever it is, I'm going to go&lt;br /&gt;to TKSS, &amp; I believe you're going there too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, our relationship won't be as cordial&lt;br /&gt;as before, but, we're still besties right?&lt;br /&gt;Just that, not as close as before. Friendship is only&lt;br /&gt;lost when one have the courage to do so, &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;doubt I have the courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Besties Foever, I believe!(: Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Teo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really super duper uber ultra treasure you as my&lt;br /&gt;Huggies PoPo Pants. You're the best Huggies one could &lt;br /&gt;ever find. But, you're my Huggies alr, thus, no one&lt;br /&gt;can snatch you from me. I really appreciate the fact&lt;br /&gt;that, you're always there for me when I need a &lt;br /&gt;reassuring hug &amp; is always ready for me to rant at.&lt;br /&gt;You're also the best Netball Buddy one could ever find.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, you're so tall. Don't need jump,&lt;br /&gt;also can catch the ball alr. I'm super jealous okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;You always been the one remembering Aniversary&lt;br /&gt;dates, while I always been the one forgetting them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly sorry okay ): &amp; take everything in your stride, no&lt;br /&gt;matter what those people do. I'll always be by your side, &lt;br /&gt;ready to stand out for you (: Must saty in contact forver uh!&lt;br /&gt;Huggies PoPo Pants foever!(: Love you forever &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best Donkey ever okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot for seeing what i type on msn,&lt;br /&gt;even though I may be irritating or annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then, giving me those over-matured replies,&lt;br /&gt;which got me thinking alot. Oh, &amp; thanks&lt;br /&gt;for changing back to your old self too(:&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;Old = Normal, New = Emo. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pronounce your full name after a while okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; uh, thanks alot for your sarcastic comments which &lt;br /&gt;doesn't sound sarcastic at all okay. You're the kindest&lt;br /&gt;boy I ever met since, &amp; I really appreciate those little &lt;br /&gt;kind actions you do for the clique &amp; me. Get into&lt;br /&gt;your dream school okay (: All the best for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Nicholas Chen Guo Wei! The goofy guy.&lt;br /&gt;The one that always says,"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&amp; another phrase. &amp; yes, I do get annoyed when&lt;br /&gt;you talk about some person okay (:&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, stay tgt with Monik foever yea(:&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Monik doesn't see this part, if not, &lt;br /&gt;I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiShyan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mu Msn Buddy, &amp; the bestest Msn Buddy one could ever find(:&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to forget you. Your random words/sentences&lt;br /&gt;of wisdom always get me thinking alot. &amp; I know that I &lt;br /&gt;can see you online often, thus, when i'm depressed/sad, &lt;br /&gt;I can always turn to you, &amp; I ask you to counsel me (:&lt;br /&gt;I sriously want to stay in contact with you yea! (:&lt;br /&gt;Love you eh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the chocolates okay! (: But uh, I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;not b/c of the chocolates okay! &lt;br /&gt;Do you know something? Your smile brightens up a person's&lt;br /&gt;day. Thus, smile more often okay(: I'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;for you, &amp; I hope we can be closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;B/c you're a nice person, who don't mind hugging&lt;br /&gt;people at any time of the day ! I LOVE YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with a few people that are close to me, for other people,&lt;br /&gt;tmr okay !(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2375069320321082830?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2375069320321082830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-last-day-of-school-yet-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2375069320321082830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2375069320321082830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-last-day-of-school-yet-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-5138781991169314754</id><published>2009-11-19T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:31:40.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The awkward silence just says that we got nothing more to talk about.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE COTTON ON MORE THAN FOREVER 21, I  PINKIE SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start with random musings from today onwards (:&lt;br /&gt;Anw, today was a rather GREAT day b/c of certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; boring b/c of certain reasons too.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in class for the whole day, with noting to do.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hall for Shine Awards after recess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; before recess, the class had a discussion on what&lt;br /&gt;to do for Graduation Night item. Even though it may be too&lt;br /&gt;alte to make an effort now, at least it's better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;eh. Shine Award was rather lame &amp; I met a new boy called Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;Fiyah claims that he's cute. Went back to class, but went to Hall&lt;br /&gt;once again at about 1245 . Saw some respectians there. Talked, slacked&lt;br /&gt;&amp; played there. Fiyah &amp; Arviel started singing after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Fiyah's gonna sing on stage tmr (: Went to PP with Fiyah,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda &amp; Jocelyn,was drenched from head to toe b/c of the heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the food court upstairs to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I had Chicken Curry Noodles, &amp; the soup was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I regreted buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then, we headed to Cotton On to buy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fiyah's house, while Jocelyn went to Amanda's house.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at about 4.15? Not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;OhOhOh, I forget to mention that,&lt;br /&gt;Hiroki was so kind to help me &amp; Jocelyn pack our bags,&lt;br /&gt;b/c we were like rushing up from the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot Hiroki! (:&lt;br /&gt;Another boy helped Fiyah &amp; Amanda, but I forgot who ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIQI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter how far apart we are, nothing can change the fact that we're still as close as ever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-5138781991169314754?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5138781991169314754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-cotton-on-more-than-forever-21-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5138781991169314754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/5138781991169314754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-cotton-on-more-than-forever-21-i.html' title='The awkward silence just says that we got nothing more to talk about.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-3174071529207511417</id><published>2009-11-18T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:08:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding behind the scene.</title><content type='html'>Mar-co-roo-nie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, that's my word to replace vulgaraties.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a civilised person from today&lt;br /&gt;onwards (: Oh no, wait, I've always been&lt;br /&gt;a civilised person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quite a boring day actually,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've a lack of inspiration to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, this post, will be quite boring too.&lt;br /&gt;I blog for the sake of blogging too.&lt;br /&gt;Had PE first. Mr Hoy was talking to the &lt;br /&gt;P5 in the hall, so, we had to wait &amp; wait &amp; wait&lt;br /&gt;for him to finish the talk. Most of&lt;br /&gt;the people got frusrated after awhile, &lt;br /&gt;thus, Mr Hoon decided to bring us back to class.&lt;br /&gt;But, since the Netball court was empty alr, &lt;br /&gt;we went down. Played Captain's Ball.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class for MT, realised Hiroki &amp; Alex&lt;br /&gt;had a tiny weeny argument, &amp; were having the cold war.&lt;br /&gt;(Cold war reminds me of Cold Turkey treatment.)&lt;br /&gt;They made up after awhile. NoNo, it's not awhile.&lt;br /&gt;It's after an LongLongLong period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Waste so much of my saliver (How spell uh?).&lt;br /&gt;Had recess in class. Cheryl &amp; a few other Respectians&lt;br /&gt;came over after recess. Took photos with some people.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, RaeNyse told me to sing. OmgOmgOmg, shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me luhs. I wanna forg a fake medical certificate&lt;br /&gt;that indicates I got Stage Fright. I will okay, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Computer Lab for awhile then went back to class,&lt;br /&gt;pack bags, school end. Headed to the Library after school so that&lt;br /&gt;Fiyah could borrow books, went to 7-11 after that to buy noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Fiyah's house, slacked, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;OhOhOh, I got a bookmark &amp; card from Kai Shyan.&lt;br /&gt;She's the best Msn Buddy you could ever find!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE, CHUA KAI SHYAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only you can create your own happiness. Even if you think someone else can, they can't. Even if it is hard to get up, do it anyway."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today is sucha GREAT day. So many great things happening in a row.&lt;br /&gt;It's a GREATER day for others. Pinkie Secrets are kept safe &amp; sound with me okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love, is a word that we cannot define correctly. But love, is a feeling we can always show positively."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-3174071529207511417?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3174071529207511417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiding-behind-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3174071529207511417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/3174071529207511417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiding-behind-scene.html' title='Hiding behind the scene.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6514704177751263572</id><published>2009-11-16T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:49:54.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I'll take everything in my stride, no matter what you do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6514704177751263572?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6514704177751263572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6514704177751263572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6514704177751263572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-2949309301452758445</id><published>2009-11-16T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:50:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The story turns topsy-turvy. Putting the blame on us does not mean that you can get away from all those that you had done. So what if certain people believe in you, your actions aroused their suspicions. At least, I admit my mistakes, &amp; listen to what people have to say. &amp; you don't. Fine, you can say whatever you want, it's your mouth anw. But your opinions doesn't make any difference to my life, b/c I live by my own way, I don't change for the sake of pleasing people. You can suck up to people for all you want, but one fine day, you're gonna lose them all, one by one. No use gaining pity from other people then, nobody will sympathise you. The hurt you done, cannot be taken back. A word said, is past recalling. Maybe, you may think I'm the unreasonable one, &amp; go on complaining to people around you, by as long as I know that my conscience is clear, your complaints &amp; claims doesn't hurt me at all.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention any names, don't bother to guess who is it. B/c it won't help you in anw, you're just gonna get another piece of juicy gossip to talk abt, &amp; that doesn't do you any good, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dropped the matter, I guess. I still don't get it. But what else can I do other than drop the matter uhs? *Sigh* Nobody's at fault, I'm not gonna push the blame to anyone. Assumptions can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/Edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EditEdit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may or may not be a link between the first &amp; last paragraph. I didn't mention any names, don't make assumptions, assumptions can really kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/EditEdit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-2949309301452758445?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2949309301452758445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hypocrites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2949309301452758445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/2949309301452758445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hypocrites.html' title='Hypocrites.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-6259100402872097848</id><published>2009-11-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:40:07.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea how to start my post today.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather SUNNY+BORING day, with a pinch&lt;br /&gt;of sadness.(Lol, poetry.) I did not go&lt;br /&gt;to school today for a valid reason okay,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is not call skipping school(.Dedicated to:Hiroki)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10+, &amp; played computer till 1330.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe, &amp; then went to met Monik, Fiyah &amp; Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;at Burger King(ECP). TalkedTalkedTalked, then went&lt;br /&gt;to Monik's house. Monik, Jocelyn &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;tried our Grad Night dress. OmgOmgOmg, &lt;br /&gt;I like Monik's dress (Provided if he doesn't put the belt)!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; Malcom helped Jocelyn put on Eye Liner, &amp; it turns &lt;br /&gt;out to be a . . . disaster. Well, actually, not that bad&lt;br /&gt;luhs, the best comparison I can think of, is a alien.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, imagine yourself. Jocelyn went home at&lt;br /&gt;4.30, followed by Fiyah soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Monik &amp; I talked till 6pm, &amp; then I went home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day today uhs? (:&lt;br /&gt;Expect for the fact that I had a fever &amp; headache. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; I don't want a tagbox b/c I get disappointed when I see an empty/same tagbox everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happiness is not found at the end of the road, it is experienced along the way. So do not take each moment of your life for granted and you will find a reason to be happy each day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-6259100402872097848?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6259100402872097848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6259100402872097848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/6259100402872097848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</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-1046981340133309306.post-1879256598203905286</id><published>2009-11-09T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:51:54.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HelloHelloHello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm backbackback to blogging (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a normal day, expect for the&lt;br /&gt;fact that I stayed at home. Reason, sick.&lt;br /&gt;I did not stay at home without a reason&lt;br /&gt;nor did I pretend to be sick okay (dedicated to Benjamin).&lt;br /&gt;Had potato salad all day, because I had nothing &lt;br /&gt;better to eat. I eat potato salad till&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking when I hear that food.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; uh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN IS OFFICIALLY A DONKEY NOW! HE CLAIMS SO HIMSELF TOO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the pro or what huh?! Okay, anw, he claims so himself, thus,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it that he admit he's a DONKEY too.&lt;br /&gt;Great day today or what (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiQi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Memories last forever, never do they die. Friends stay together, never do they say goodbye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1046981340133309306-1879256598203905286?l=ohmyexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1879256598203905286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellohellohello-im-backbackback-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1879256598203905286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1046981340133309306/posts/default/1879256598203905286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmyexistence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellohellohello-im-backbackback-to.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;#39;HUIQI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970187057095437025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
