<?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-4308223458768365728</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:18:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiyi ツ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-272699782450528029</id><published>2008-06-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:24:10.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brian's Essay: The Room...&lt;br /&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT! MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did  or not, but what do you feel in your heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-272699782450528029?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/272699782450528029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=272699782450528029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/272699782450528029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/272699782450528029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/06/teenagers-view-of-heaven-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1024172233952194711</id><published>2008-06-26T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:53:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday was truly great. Mid-years are finally over, although it's totally cocked up but still, I'm glad that I've endured it. Much shopping done recently :) That makes me feel really happy. Oh, and baby is learning how to drive now! Somehow I feel excited as if I'm the one learning. Hehe :D School will resume to normal next week, so I'll better make good use of this weekend to play hard. Yeah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1024172233952194711?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1024172233952194711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1024172233952194711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1024172233952194711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1024172233952194711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-was-truly-great.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2896904422891355254</id><published>2008-05-31T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:27:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my fortune telling skills are pretty inaccurate. I'm so lonely now. I actually stayed at home for the whole of today, except the breakfast part. Yesterday night baby and his bro came cycling to my house to abduct me. So I went over their house with them, in my pj:) Haha. And mum just told  me that dad was furious. I didn't expect him to find out cause he was sleeping so soundly then. That shows that I'm totally running bad luck because the probability of my dad checking on me while I'm asleep is close to zero. Oh wells, it's alright. Dad's perfectly cool with that, he just likes to barge into our lives and nag at us every time. Oh, I forgot to mention, my holiday is perfect! My schedule is fully packed with fun stuff:) Plus I can spend time with baby from early in the morning till I-don't-know-what-time EVERYDAY:) Anyway, my first week of holiday has already been burnt by the school. Second and third week will be race and maybe shopping. Last week of hols will be set apart for mugging for mid years. You know JCs are so despicable, they put mid year papers after the June hols, prompting us to study during  that short pathetic few weeks of supposedly fun holiday. Ahaha, but I do not care. I think one week is more than enough for revision, although I'm super lagged behind others already. I miss you dear:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2896904422891355254?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2896904422891355254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2896904422891355254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2896904422891355254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2896904422891355254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-my-fortune-telling-skills-are.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-8462585462073009990</id><published>2008-05-03T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:57:52.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since I last blogged. I didn't have the time to. School's schedule is too hectic to bother about such trivial matters. I predict my next post will be about two months away. Anyway life is great except for the school and homework part. I'm getting so sick of JC life. I'm so freaking envious of those friends who went to a poly and doing what they like there. I wish I was there too, wish. Never mind, there's no point complaining or ranting now, that will get me nowhere. I chose it myself. Darn me. Anyway, I went fishing today with baby and his brother. As expected, the fishes are too smart to get hooked. Baby, I want to catch big crabs and huge fishes one day! Haha:) You can bring me to kelong! I need to go on a holiday, seriously. I swear my hair will all turn white after these two years of JC life. Sucks.I need mighty mouse :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-8462585462073009990?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8462585462073009990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=8462585462073009990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/8462585462073009990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/8462585462073009990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-almost-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7866081555479547965</id><published>2008-04-06T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:16:12.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is monday, the day I dread most. But nevermind, one week will pass very quickly. I've been going to baby's house every single day. And I love it there :) Haha. It is one the escapes from school's stress. Although there should be nothing much in school that stress me cause I haven been really studying, except for tests, which I failed :( I don't have blogging mood anymore. I feel so sleepy. But shit, I have yet to complete my homework. Can someone please motivate me to study? Or at least do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7866081555479547965?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7866081555479547965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7866081555479547965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7866081555479547965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7866081555479547965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrow-is-monday-day-i-dread-most.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2884183306171873963</id><published>2008-03-30T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:00:13.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dread going to school. And darn, tomorrow's monday. I hate it. My assignments and homework seemed to be a no-ending kind of thing and the consequence of not handing them in on time is rather severe. I wish I could drop out of school and idle at home. But face the fact, I can't. I think I've lost my direction in life. I have no idea of what I want for the future, other than my love. I have the urge to go back to church again. Unfortunately, not riverlife. That church has brought me joy and pain. And the people there who used to mean a lot to me no longer mean much now. I don't find that a pity at all. But I still love my God :) I think my sleep tonight is burnt. I freaking need to complete my assignments and a dumb reflexion essay on the reasons of why I'm always late for this particular subject tutorial. Isn't the answer pretty obvious? I don't like you, teacher. And you can't teach for God's sake. I don't find any difference between being late or not for your lessons, I will still learn nothing at the end of the day. Honestly, self-revision is more constructive then your teaching. Thank God that Mr Lim is still willing to help me, or I'll be dead with your amazingly good teachings. I think shouldn't be so mean, will have bad karma. It's alright, I'm speaking the truth. Okay, homework time. Shall stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2884183306171873963?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2884183306171873963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2884183306171873963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2884183306171873963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2884183306171873963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dread-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5083014327767608058</id><published>2008-03-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:27:50.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at baby's house now, in my uniform. I can see that my blog is dying, soon I think.Cause I don't have time to update it. I've been very hardwroking recently you see. Like real. Yeah :) Baby, his mum, and I went to Ikea and Giant yesterday, quite fun. I don't mind sacrificing my sleep to do tutorials and revision late in the night in order to spend time with my love for the whole day. If only dad don't nag at me all the time for coming home late. Actually not that late. Okay, I'm self-contradicting. That's not the point anyway. HAH so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5083014327767608058?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5083014327767608058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5083014327767608058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5083014327767608058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5083014327767608058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-at-babys-house-now-in-my-uniform.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3668351749609046645</id><published>2008-03-17T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:30:01.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is cute :)</title><content type='html'>This is cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.magmypic.com/uploads/3/76/3768d7501935c1962bd0830ecd6182dc_TRULOVE_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDU3NjQxMDM2MjUmcD*1NDc4MSZkPXBhcnRuZXIrZGF*YSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3668351749609046645?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3668351749609046645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3668351749609046645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3668351749609046645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3668351749609046645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-cute.html' title='This is cute :)'/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1997558545219042952</id><published>2008-03-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:40:00.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from camp this morning :( I'll miss you baby. I want more camps! Alright, this is not realistic. March hols are ending. Which means I'll be thrown back to school again with the tight schedule that can suffocate one. I haven touch on my homework or revision yet. Well, actually I did touched them, literally. Hah. This is bad, but still, hahaha :) Baby, plan more camps for me. June, December, christmas, hariraya, deepavali, easter, father mother day. All! Well again, this is not realistic. Haiyah. I should just go to sleep now and stop thinking too much. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1997558545219042952?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1997558545219042952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1997558545219042952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1997558545219042952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1997558545219042952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/03/came-back-from-camp-this-morning-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7146003080932746504</id><published>2008-03-11T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:11:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging for almost two weeks. I've been heading to baby's house frequently these days and I have yet to start my revision, which I'm supposed to during this one precious week. Well, I shall do it after I finish this post. Cause I'll be camping at baby's house for the next three days :) Shiyi, please stop this. You have to start sprinting for your goal. I've been telling myself this since the year started. But till now I'm still on the same spot procrastinating. Okay, it's time to get started. I mean it this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7146003080932746504?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7146003080932746504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7146003080932746504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7146003080932746504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7146003080932746504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/03/haven-been-blogging-for-almost-two.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3767383749830893499</id><published>2008-02-28T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:14:53.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, I went school with zq in the morning. After school I went baby's house for swimming which was pushed back till around 7.30pm. His mum helped me alter my skirt. How nice is that! Hoho :) Baby cycled me home after dinner and show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really inspiring, I was close to tears when I watched this. I thought it'll be nice to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUQeUsqQuVc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUQeUsqQuVc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.&lt;br /&gt;This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3767383749830893499?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3767383749830893499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3767383749830893499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3767383749830893499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3767383749830893499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-usual-i-went-school-with-zq-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1056227489234168919</id><published>2008-02-27T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:42:51.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is bad. I went for tennis trial but didn't manage to get through. I was really upset. It's not about them rejecting me but there's no other cca that I find enough interest in that can get me into being active for sports. I don't want to join hockey, which is the only cca that I'm able to get into. Friend, I don't want you to join band just because I'm not joining hockey. Maybe you are right that I should go poly. I went to baby's house hoping to seek comfort in him. But all I got was disappointment. Perhaps your day wasn't good too. That was why I chose not to pour things out to you. I'll just keep it to myself. I'm going to bed now. I feel like a darn loser. Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1056227489234168919?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1056227489234168919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1056227489234168919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1056227489234168919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1056227489234168919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-757445361434005839</id><published>2008-02-24T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:21:27.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe, I went over to baby's house early today morning. Watched him play game and at about 10am we went to play tennis. My skills seriously sucks, I think it's because I'm used to playing badminton. I followed him to bedok reservoir again. Had fun! We had ice cream while waiting for his mum to bring us to nsc, because baby need to help his brother with the boat stuff. Went back to his house after that and we played tennis again. My skills are picking up, hopefully good enough to let me pass the trial on wednesday. Showered and had dinner at his house. He sent me home at around 9pm. I'm super tired now, goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-757445361434005839?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/757445361434005839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=757445361434005839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/757445361434005839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/757445361434005839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehe-i-went-over-to-babys-house-early.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7313436196471960644</id><published>2008-02-23T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:15:27.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I feel that we're not as close anymore, friend. I don't know what's the reason. It's kind of sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7313436196471960644?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7313436196471960644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7313436196471960644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7313436196471960644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7313436196471960644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/somehow-i-feel-that-were-not-as-close.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2759480636655940293</id><published>2008-02-23T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:57:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today is a quite fun day. I went to bedok reservoir with baby just now to see him teach sailing. I drove the power boat! But I was so afraid that I'll fall into the water, especially when I'm not wearing life vest and I can't swim. I suspect I have aquaphobia. Haha, but still I enjoyed the whole of it. Yesterday was a bad day for me. I was deciding to go for orientation night or not. I was afraid that baby will be angry with me on one hand and that zq and my og will be angry with me on the other. I didn't ask myself if I want to go or not, but rather to let which side be not pissed with me. In the end I chose to go home because baby is still my top most priority and I haven seen him for the whole day. I went baby's house and we practically did nothing. But it's alright. Just a simple thing like slouching at the sofa watching tv together with him can easily make my day. I felt terribly bad for ps-ing zq. I'm really really sorry girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2759480636655940293?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2759480636655940293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2759480636655940293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2759480636655940293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2759480636655940293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-6395710266895649184</id><published>2008-02-21T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:43:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun. I'm very &lt;strike&gt;angry&lt;/strike&gt;disappointed with someone right now. I shall not blog about bad things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-6395710266895649184?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6395710266895649184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=6395710266895649184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/6395710266895649184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/6395710266895649184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3990702740328211602</id><published>2008-02-20T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:09:29.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so moodless to blog now but I have so much to say. Shall start with the happenings today. I went school with bestfriend today, after so long. But she doesn't seemed to like anything about the school so we both started being moody all the way till the dry games in the noon. That lifted our spirit and makes her like the school a little. We both went so high. We went home together. I met baby at the bus stop, he cycled me to get my shampoo and then went to my house. He bought something really nice for me. I love it :) &lt;br /&gt;Okay. The good part of today is over, here comes the bad ones. I'm supposed to submit my choice of subjects combi by tonight, which I already did. I checked out the NUS website and found out that the basic requirement for medicine course is pass for H2 chem and either physics or bio. Meaning, I have to take double-H2 science, which I cannot even qualify for in the first place. I'm just short of one point. This really makes me feel lousy. I'm beginning to hate myself. It all boils down to me playing my whole one and a half years of Olevel course away. I wondered what has happened along the way that I strayed off from good results. Speaking of this can easily drive me to tears. Now I can't even choose the combi that I want. And even if I got it, my target of enrolling into medicine in NUS is still far off. Although my future has already been paved and I'll have no worries even if I decide to drop out of school now but I will never get to do the things that I like. It will definitely be the greatest regret of my whole entire life, because I don't even get the chance to try. I'm lost. I'm like deciding if I should go for the I-don't-know-whether-can-appeal-in-subject-combi in order to qualify the basic requirements for the course that have a high possibility of not taking me in. Note the word basic. Meaning, If I'm so lucky to get 4 H2 combi, the chances of me getting the course is still so micro. See what kind of shit situation I'm in now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3990702740328211602?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3990702740328211602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3990702740328211602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3990702740328211602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3990702740328211602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-feeling-so-moodless-to-blog-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5353032704865954675</id><published>2008-02-19T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:34:19.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing in the morning, I received a msg from moe saying that I'm posted to tpjc, as expected. Bestfriend too :) I'm so excited about tomorrow. After such a long time, I can finally go to school with her again. But she's not sure if she wants to appeal to mj. So, I think I shall not be so hopeful about it yet. Something interesting happened in school today. Yes, It's related to my havoc class. I went baby's house just now, to teach roy maths, swim, and have dinner. Hehe :) I've been going his house so frequently since the year started. I think the number of days and hours I spent there from jan till now is more than that of the total of any other previous years. Seriously. I miss you baby :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5353032704865954675?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5353032704865954675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5353032704865954675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5353032704865954675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5353032704865954675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-thing-in-morning-i-received-msg.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4032672508628551906</id><published>2008-02-18T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:14:51.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of 08S20 being together as a class because posting results will be out tomorrow and most of them who are not staying won't be coming to school. I will miss them when they're gone. And it'll be weird to have new classmates. Hopefully they can blend into us so that 08S20 will still be a fun class. But still, I think it'll be different without those leaving. Kind of sad. &lt;br /&gt;Had a nice chatting session with baby just now and I found that our love has become stronger. The love we share is really special. I don't know how to put this into words, we are just different from other typical couples. I realised our flaws complements each other yet our thinkings are alike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4032672508628551906?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4032672508628551906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4032672508628551906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4032672508628551906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4032672508628551906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-last-day-of-08s20-being.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-252576954837905860</id><published>2008-02-16T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:18:52.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from changi sailing club. I will still be going there tomorrow. I'm burnt. Hah. I went there with shawn, march and their mum to support roy of his 'virgin' race, quoted from shawn. What a way to decribe it. I need to rush my econs project and some homework by tonight, so that I can enjoy myself fully tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-252576954837905860?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/252576954837905860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=252576954837905860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/252576954837905860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/252576954837905860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-came-back-from-changi-sailing-club.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4372102212401772096</id><published>2008-02-15T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:20:00.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda sick and tired of school. Maths is driving me bananas, I don't know how long more can I hang on. I can't even do binomial luh! Posting results are tentatively scheduled on next tuesday. Meaning, I have to adapt to jc life and the syllabus quickly and no more skipping of school nor lessons after orientation. I'm really really afraid. I don't know what my future has for me. Haiyah, I should stop all these bad thoughts. I shall go rest soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4372102212401772096?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4372102212401772096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4372102212401772096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4372102212401772096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4372102212401772096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-kinda-sick-and-tired-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5883069425690263635</id><published>2008-02-14T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:49:21.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I need to sleep. I just talked to bestfriend on msn, she told me some stuff. After that we started bitching about whore. Hah! The below is the conversation between me and whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i also got econs project&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somemore my grp members slack ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos they know i pro in econs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIYI (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my grp also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIYI (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i write my name on the paper, they all fight to be in my grp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loser la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She a darn loser and MayFlower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5883069425690263635?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5883069425690263635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5883069425690263635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5883069425690263635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5883069425690263635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2441474707031176790</id><published>2008-02-13T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:10:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog about. And, damn! Tomorrow is v-day and I haven even start with the present that I wanted to make for baby. I haven even buy the stuffs! Well, It's not my fault. I'm quite angry with the whore today. To those people who doesn't have a sense of originality, I think you all should go and bang the wall and die. I simply detest and depise those people who rob other's lingos and use it as theirs. So you think you're cool? Nonono, think again. The below is dedicated to jy. Whore, you don't even belong to our clique. You thought you are but, NOT! I really regretted letting you stick with us in the past and made you shamelessly feel like you are one of us. Get that in your brain now dog, we never once liked your presence and I hope that you can get out of my life forever. I seriously hope that you read this. There are more previous post about your disgusting behaviours and how I'm abhorred by you, go ahead and read. Read all of them. This is not mean. If you know her you will agree that she deserve this or even worse treatment. Speaking of her makes me fuming mad. I shall stop, for the sake of my appetite for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2441474707031176790?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2441474707031176790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2441474707031176790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2441474707031176790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2441474707031176790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-much-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1236282097272720203</id><published>2008-02-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:10:59.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually I don't have the mood for blogging. I just do not know why I'm here, but well, since I'm here I shall blog. School life is getting really dry, especially when you get warnings from the principal and cannot skip lessons anymore. Lets do maths. From the first day I attended tpjc till now, I skipped three days of lessons without mc, at least two weeks of chinese, at least one hour of lessons per day, four days of pe and slept throughout two lectures and one tutorial. This is bad and getting worse, I found skipping class addictive and guilt-free. And even though I attend lectures, I always have a self-proclaimed 15mins break in between that I spend at the cafe. You need to wake up girl, seriously. Well, that's not at all helpful. Yawns, sleeping time. See what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1236282097272720203?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1236282097272720203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1236282097272720203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1236282097272720203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1236282097272720203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/actually-i-dont-have-mood-for-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3055960938442774260</id><published>2008-02-10T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:18:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up. Baby came over my house yesterday :) We played blackjack and I lost some money. I've been losing since day one of cny, is that a bad sign? Well, I do not care. I seriously think that there's some weird virus in my body. My fever kept coming after another, since that day. Grr. I'm hungry now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3055960938442774260?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3055960938442774260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3055960938442774260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3055960938442774260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3055960938442774260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-219131710013647861</id><published>2008-02-09T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:08:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. I stayed over at baby's house last night. That's probably the last time for the year because I predict I'll have a hectic year ahead. Oh, I helped baby's mum to order a coach bag and wrislet, I hope everything goes well and the stuff will reach her safely.I realised I haven been doing online shopping for quite some time, about a month plus. My itchy hands are getting out of control. I'm still sick :( Since tuesday. This is bad. Dad's cooking curry for tonight's feast but I guess I'll have to give that a miss. Alright, since I've got nothing to do now, I shall give my itchy hands some treats. Hoho, pardon me baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-219131710013647861?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/219131710013647861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=219131710013647861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/219131710013647861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/219131710013647861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7192316368580509980</id><published>2008-02-07T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:00:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="430" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/16B0BD02DA1C8967"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/16B0BD02DA1C8967" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have the urge to listen to this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7192316368580509980?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7192316368580509980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7192316368580509980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7192316368580509980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7192316368580509980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3639102152421680555</id><published>2008-02-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:04:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. I need to sleep. I'm not at all excited about cny. I think it's partly because of the darn fever and sore throat. I won't get the chance to eat those sweet treats awaiting me :( I won't be able to meet baby tomorrow and perhaps the day after tomorrow too :(( Bright side bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3639102152421680555?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3639102152421680555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3639102152421680555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3639102152421680555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3639102152421680555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-6993850374040927977</id><published>2008-02-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:52:14.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a lousy day for me, I'm sick :( Baby took me to doctor in the morning, had breakfast and medicine then went back to my house. He watched me sleep until noon time. My fever subsided, but it came back again after baby left. Oh, baby's such a sweetheart, he gave me my valentine's present in advance. It's a collage of our pictures being framed up, with lovely borders. THANKYOU BABY! I love my present ALOTALOT, although the original idea came from me. I already have in mind of the v-day present for you, I promise you'll like it. I think I should start decorating my cheena project before my sickness comes crashing over me again. BOYFRIEND, I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-6993850374040927977?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6993850374040927977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=6993850374040927977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/6993850374040927977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/6993850374040927977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-lousy-day-for-me-im-sick-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7028793179751940089</id><published>2008-02-04T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:06:00.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is quite a bad day. Firstly, my heel hurts badly in shoes because of the darn cut I got yesterday. So I dragged my feet all the way to the bus stop. Then, when I boarded the bus I realised I didn't bring my farecard, I had no choice but to pay cash. Here comes the joke of the year. I lost my spectacle lens. Yeah, just the lens. It went disappearing into thin air during the first period, I took it out only during then. It was still intact when I just took it out. I search high and low but couldn't find. That makes me suspect to the extend that It was the bird who took it. ridiculous right? The only thing that made me happy today is the postpone of maths test. And of course baby too :) I shall go buy the materials needed for the cheena project later, before my show starts. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7028793179751940089?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7028793179751940089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7028793179751940089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7028793179751940089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7028793179751940089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-quite-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1428711233458165272</id><published>2008-02-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:35:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This headache that attacked me since morning is going to kill me any moment. The worst thing is, I have yet to start studying for maths test, do econs and gp homework and I have to do the darn chinese project. My group members are monstrous human. Kill them, bang! Fine. I shall not complain because rantings will get me nowhere. I seriously need to stop blogging and start doing work. Okay, stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1428711233458165272?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1428711233458165272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1428711233458165272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1428711233458165272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1428711233458165272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-headache-that-attacked-me-since.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3915784780669672686</id><published>2008-02-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:33:11.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEHE :D I just came home. Went for second round of shopping. I spent about 150bucks today, but I only bought two tops and one shorts, which is not very satisfying. The thing that I'm most proud of is the dress that was bought yesterday. Hah. I'm not buying new shoes for cny, because I need a pair of running shoes. There doesn't seem to have any link, but there is. Enough about shopping. I was supposed to study for maths test but I dozed off. Apparently, I'm supposed to make up for yesterday's mistake, but I think I will accidentally doze off again. YES, ACCIDENTALLY :) I have this really bad feeling that I will flunk monday's maths test. Lord bless my soul! Well, yawns. I'm tired already. Oh, something random, I read yesterday's papers and found out that terapins can spread some disease -stares at tortoise trio and give constipated face. If they ever spread weird diseases to me, I'm going to throw them down from my window. Fyi, I stay at 16 floor. It sounds cruel though. Actually I won't dare to do that luh. Hoho. I realised I sound paradoxical. This shows that I should shut down the com and go to bed, accidentally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3915784780669672686?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3915784780669672686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3915784780669672686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3915784780669672686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3915784780669672686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehe-d-i-just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-8753628130318820398</id><published>2008-02-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:42:39.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEE! I am happy :D I just came home not long ago from shopping with bestfriend and boyfriend! I bought a dress. We had dinner at pepper lunch, which makes me super duper full. I am going to study now, for the maths test on monday. Because, I'm going shopping again tomorrow! Then sunday is spring cleaning day. So yeah :) Baby, I'm sorry for the harsh intentions just now. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-8753628130318820398?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8753628130318820398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=8753628130318820398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/8753628130318820398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/8753628130318820398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/02/wheeee-i-am-happy-d-i-just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4326504719443623949</id><published>2008-01-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:00:14.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up. Slept from since baby left, around 5pm. Yesterday was :). I went to stayover at baby's house. I went senoko fishery port with his mum, dad and him at 12 midnight. It was my first time there. It stinked up my whole self, especially the poor legs. The tail of this huge fish brush passed my feet, I wanted so badly to scream but didn't. Hah. Reached his house at about 3am. Then slept till 6.30am. Showered and his dad drove me to school, together with march and roy. I was early! Hoho :D I think I deserve some sweet treats because I have been a very good girl today, I did not skip any lectures or tutorials. I only went for a short toilet break in between physics lecture with xiurong. We went to cafe for chicken bruchetta. Yum! We almost got caught by this fat teacher who walks in and out of the audi during lecture to check on students that goes to the toilet. We were smart enough to sneak up to the library, which is right above the audi. We went back soon after eating, but unfortunately the lecture has ended. Hohoho. We played cheat during breaktime. My class calls it cheatbluffscamcon. Haha! The game was so intense, I felt adrenaline rush, everyone else did I guess. I had fun. Chemistry in lab is equally fun. Then for econs, I literally slept throughout the tutorial because I was so tired. I really slept. I drooled too. Amanthachong didn't wake me up even though she knows. She let me sleep throughout. Nice teacher right?! I wanted to sleep the breaktime away too but didn't. I watched classmates play cheatbluffscamcon. I was too tired to join them. I switched to another table to do my gp homework. Then we started drawing babies, singh one, monk one and niger one. Laughed so hard. I drew the dm too, snowman on the icecream sticks. Hah. Random one, wearing specs makes me feel like a fish in a fishbowl. JENG! After school...Classmates went safra for bowling and pool. I ps-ed them, as always. Baby came my house and bring me to market to book pedicure sessions for mummy, sis and I. I can't believe that kuku shop have their schedule booked fully all the way till cny. I think polish diva is better! They serve you any drinks, let you sit on massage chair and watch movies while you're doing your nails. Well, for the sake of not travelling so far and risk being stepped on the pretty nails on the train. I am so tired now. I have to finish much cheena homework. Sad :( Bestfriend wants to meet for tennis tomorrow. But but but, she changed her mind again, she said she want shopping instead. Speaking about her, I ordered the wrong d&amp;amp;g shirt for her, cause the person ordered by the links I gave and I just copied and pasted from the links ziqing gave me. So ended up she got the men's shirt and not the women one. So, if it is possible, the tees will be sent back to d&amp;amp;g and back again with the correct ones. But there will be shipping fees incurred. I think I am partly responsible for this, so I think I should offer to pay half the shipping costs. Well, bright side bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4326504719443623949?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4326504719443623949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4326504719443623949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4326504719443623949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4326504719443623949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5557590620062673872</id><published>2008-01-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:57:57.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. School was still fun today. I only pon two lessons! PE and maths. Okay, I think I shouldn't pon anymore lessons in case they don't want to take me in for jae. School ended early today, 2pm. I went home then headed over to temasek to pay my school fees and take my result slip. 371 bucks for that piece of slightly smaller then a5 paper. Then baby came my house to bring me to his house. I am angry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5557590620062673872?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5557590620062673872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5557590620062673872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5557590620062673872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5557590620062673872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm_30.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4971369269847495264</id><published>2008-01-28T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:31:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was kind of fun today. But baby was so angered by me. I know saying sorry is not helpful at all, but I still want to say it. I AM VERY SORRY! Through all the good and bad times, you were consistently there for me. Everything you have done, you took my interest into consideration. I am sorry for the many times that I underestimated your love for me. I promise I will be a good girl from now on. But please don't be so fierce okay? I always got frightened by you. And truthfully, I love you as much as you love me, just that my way of loving you is different from the way you do it. I hope I won't hurt you anymore. I can do it, you must believe in me alright. I LOVE YOU DEAREST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4971369269847495264?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4971369269847495264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4971369269847495264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4971369269847495264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4971369269847495264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-was-kind-of-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-9206821396222731662</id><published>2008-01-27T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:13:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sad now. Ziqing says she might put mj as her first choice. I am afraid. If she really get into mj, then say goodbye to me. I will have to face the whore alone! Although I have xiurong but it's just different. She have her own friends too. There's nothing I can do about it, I have already submitted my choices. Bright side bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-9206821396222731662?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/9206821396222731662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=9206821396222731662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/9206821396222731662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/9206821396222731662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-sad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2466667680940068452</id><published>2008-01-27T07:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:21:56.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep well last night for some I-dont't-know-too reasons. I woke up during my sleep for 4698764578653284 times. So when I saw that it's dawning I woke up and here I am, blogging. Went to suntec and marina square with baby yesterday night. He went to suntec's adidas to get his shoes, because his friend was working there and entitles him for 30% discount. We dined at a foodcourt and had YAMI YOGHURT after that! It's been so long since I had that. Moreover, it's the jumbo size one! That made me a happy girl :) Went home after that and simone called when I was about to sleep. She asked me to go down to pass her the econs book. We chatted for awhile, like 1 minute. Hah. I will be going back to school tomorrow, both tpjc and temasek. I have to pick myself up from where I fell and move on. I have another two years to prove myself. I promised that I will go to a reputable university and study medicine. I want to be a gynae :) Tomorrow is the day I will kick off towards my goal. I hope ziqing gets into tpjc with me because I know that the road towards A level is tough and I really need some pillars of support and lighthouse to guide me. Baby will be one of them, the strongest! And I know that my God will never fail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2466667680940068452?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2466667680940068452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2466667680940068452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2466667680940068452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2466667680940068452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-couldnt-sleep-well-last-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-84192129091867128</id><published>2008-01-26T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:29:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm being cooped up at home with nothing to do, except the com. Supposed to meet bestfriend for shopping but she couldn't make it. Had breakfast with baby. I was so frustrated with him that I walk off half way while eating. I am sorry dear :( It was not because of the results that I attitude you, like what you said. I got over it, really. I should go and take a nap then prepare to meet baby later for dinner :) yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-84192129091867128?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/84192129091867128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=84192129091867128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/84192129091867128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/84192129091867128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-being-cooped-up-at-home-with-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5856529330396445693</id><published>2008-01-25T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:00:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go school today. I was not feeling well, physically and emotionally. I shall not blog about unhappy things. Baby and I went for brunch at bedok bk. After that we went home. I asked ziqing to play tennis with me, she agreed. We went to baby's house at around 4.30pm. Played for about an hour. The starting part was so crazy, because we can't play tennis. We wanted to play pool after tennis but unfortunately, there was a function. So three of us sat down and talk. We went home together. Haiyah, I'm still not sure of what I want and where I want to go next. I am sick of school. I feel like dropping out and stop studying. Especially when I'm stucked at tpjc with the whore. Eh come on luh, why do you people who can go better schools come tpjc and rob other people's place in here. You do not belong here. No one will thank you for being a self-proclaimed hero. Stop being such an enthu kid, half of the school hates you. You think you have the best personality in the whole world and that everyone love you. I can't wait for you to be thrown out of friendships and cry in a corner. I can't for your pride to be trampled over and over again. I can't wait for the day when you beg for me to be your friend and I kick you down the cliff. I do not want to go to school with you everyday, or even just one day out of the whole year. It totally turns me off. I wish you could get out of my life forever. You this sponge and triple A battery. I despise you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5856529330396445693?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5856529330396445693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5856529330396445693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5856529330396445693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5856529330396445693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/didnt-go-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4667505789485892256</id><published>2008-01-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:08:48.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a very sad day. I did not get what I wanted :( I scored a lousy 15 for l1r5. I cried my eyeballs out. No celebration for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4667505789485892256?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4667505789485892256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4667505789485892256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4667505789485892256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4667505789485892256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-very-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-33775250835533123</id><published>2008-01-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:21:54.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is probably the last day we have the whole of class s20 together. Because, after we get our results tomorrow, some might just skip school all the way until they are posted to another school. Tpjc is too lousy for some of them I guess. So we had lunch together as a class at tm's pizza hut. I went home after that. Then I headed over to baby's house at 6.30pm. His brother asked me to go there to give him tuition, but we ended up playing games after awhile. Hoho! Watched tv all the way till 10pm. I was reluctant to go home. It's like hey, tomorrow is doom's day, I should enjoy my life to the fullest while I can. In the end baby cycled me home :( It's alright, he promised he will come to my house in the morning :D I bleached my school blouse just now! Because I want to be in my best appearance for the important event. I missed wearing tms socks although those thick socks suffocates my feet. I missed my 4Resilience humans even more. I could not sleep, that's why I'm here blogging. I hope that 4R's results will be decent enough to prove those teachers who once looked down or gave up on us wrong. I hope my results will be within my expectation. God, grant me courage for tomorrow. Stop saying goodluck, luck can't save me for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-33775250835533123?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/33775250835533123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=33775250835533123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/33775250835533123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/33775250835533123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-probably-last-day-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2819921337242348969</id><published>2008-01-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:30:38.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at around 4am. I was told by dad that mummy's in hospital. Then my brother told me that my charger literally exploded last night. Hoho. I went school alone today. I knew that I will be late for sure, therefore decided to drop at cgh to visit mummy instead. If I did went for school it will be the third time I'm late, meaning I have to do cwo. Plus, I was late yesterday too. This is not good! Hah. I stayed there until 12 noon. Then I took bus 31 home, met baby on the bus. He lent me his psp for me to kill time at home. He went to teach sailing at nsc while I played with his psp at home until about 3. I went his house :) He asked me to tuition his brother. Roy is a smart boy! So I taught him until 5 plus then we started playing games and watch tv. Baby came back shortly after that. Had dinner at his house. The complaining of the maid part was funny. Baby sent me home at 9.30 :) ZZZZZZZZOMG, two more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2819921337242348969?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2819921337242348969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2819921337242348969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2819921337242348969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2819921337242348969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-woke-up-this-morning-at-around-4am.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1833969339328583777</id><published>2008-01-21T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:35:05.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday is the darn day! I have been eagerly expecting that day. But when they confirmed the date, my emotions went swirling like merry-go-round. I swear it is terrifying. I do not know how I'm going to face it when that day comes. I think I will start crying once I open the slip, hopefully tears of joy. I'm hoping to see five distinctions on the slip. But looking at the tiny amount of hardwork that I put in, I doubt so. Baby, If I really flunk like I-don't-know-what, then you will have to feed me for my whole lifetime. I will be sitting at home and be taitai. I think you should be more nervous than me. Shiyi, it's going to be alright and perfectly cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the second longest day of the week. Ended at 4.30 :( I pon-ed cheena again. Then we played cards at the canteen. Then some spoiler called and say that if you don't come back for cheena lessons, the gay cheena teacher will head down to our next period class to look for us, which is the auditorium! So we had no choice but to go back and receive scoldings. It is darn hilarious! We stood in a row infront of the teacher. Then he slowly pick us one by one to interrogate.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: wei she me ni men chi dao? wei she me ni men shang ge li bai wu mei you lai shang ke?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: ying wei wo bu xi huan hua wen&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: $%&amp;amp;^#$%&amp;amp;^!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then he changed target, ryan. He asked the same question. Ryan replied : mei you li you! His chinese suck, the way he pronounce the words made all of us laughed like donkeys as we are receiving scoldings at the same time. It is obvious that we are not at all repentant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school, I went straight home. Baby fetched me from my bus stop. I had fish soup for dinner. I was famished at that time. Then he came my house for awhile. I got tickled like mad just because I have kokocrunch in my bag. *POOF! -IT BECAME KOKOCRUNCH! Okay, I know it very well that this is so random. Yaye! I will be going to baby's house tomorrow. It really excites me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1833969339328583777?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1833969339328583777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1833969339328583777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1833969339328583777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1833969339328583777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-is-darn-day-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5701129410570881212</id><published>2008-01-18T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:03:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello humans :) I just came home about an hour ago. I went kallang leisure park with baby. We always check out weird places. Hah. There are not much shops there, but they have variety of entertainments. Like cinema, bowling alley, ice-skating rink and kbox. Oh, arcade too. We went arcade. That was the first time I played arcade with baby. Hoho. He wasted 3 bucks on the catch-soft-toy machine. He almost caught that lilo&amp;amp;stitch cutie! Dashed hopes. We went into a pet shop too. We saw this ginormous rabbit when we were about to leave the shop. I swear it's the size of a dog, or maybe larger than that. I want a rabbit so badly :( I used to have one angora rabbit. I cried for two days when she died. I held her in my arms till her last breath, she lost so much weight. I didn't even notice. I am such a bad owner. Speaking of this makes me feel emotional and guilty. I shall start saving to buy one, those big kind with droopy ears. There's so much things that I want. But good thing, cny's coming. CNY = get my material desires fufilled. HOHO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;/em&gt;Nike dunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.&lt;/em&gt;Nintendo ds lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&lt;/em&gt;Holiday with baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt;Good results for o's; like 5 distinctions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.&lt;/em&gt;Bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven start spreeing for my new year clothings. Shall start soon :) I need to do some revision on binomial theorem. I could not understand a single shit of the lecture on that topic, other than those that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have already learnt in secondary. That's all, good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5701129410570881212?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5701129410570881212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5701129410570881212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5701129410570881212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5701129410570881212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-humans-i-just-came-home-about.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-5024363159617772820</id><published>2008-01-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:50:21.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did not blog yesterday because I was too tired to, slept at 6 plus. HOHO! School was fun :) I'm glad that I'm in a crazy class. I guess the whole school knows that. I have a new buddy, xiurong! One funny girl. We can laugh about the slightest things in class and we are always-and-forever complaining that we are hungry. We gonna bring big bag into class next monday and tuesday :) If I'm ever going to stay in tpjc, I will definitely want to be in the same class. Alright, enough about school. Baby bought me a pink nike bagpack yesterday! I like it alot, although I have never liked pink in my whole entire life. My kitchen is being tore down by the contractors, the state is like oh-my-god now. And and and, I need to stress this. I can only shower after they had left! Because, baby disallow me to bathe when the workers are around. Imagine not being able to go for a nice bath when your body is being plague with dirt and sweat. -Everyone pinch your nose and point and me. I shall finish this post quickly and start my revision. I am such a good girl :) Baby, I miss you like honeystars :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-5024363159617772820?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5024363159617772820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=5024363159617772820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5024363159617772820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/5024363159617772820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-not-blog-yesterday-because-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1862161402049150795</id><published>2008-01-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:22:17.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School ended at 5 today. Pe was the last lesson. Tomorrow I'll be having pe again, first period. Shucks! The trainings are tough, I hate it. Bus-ed home after school. It was pouring like mad. The shelter does'nt seemed to be of any use. I got wet from top to toe even when I walked inside the shelters. The bus was fast, I reached home in about 30 minutes time. Baby came over at 6 plus. Then he let me try the games in his psp that I asked him to download. Well, I'm feeling sleepy now. I think I should go shower, do my homework then sleep. Yeah, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1862161402049150795?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1862161402049150795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1862161402049150795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1862161402049150795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1862161402049150795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-ended-at-5-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1365550469858304006</id><published>2008-01-14T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:49:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today is not that boring in school. Cause we finally started our actual lessons. Meaning I do not have to stick with someone for the whole day! LOL :D I find it quite funny that people use lol when I bet that they are not really laughing out loud. DANGDANGDANG! Okay this is so random. Back to topic, I ended school at 4:30. The teachers says that my class is the cheekiest j1 class. Which implies that we are fun bunch of people :) Hoho. Lessons was fun and funny, perhaps funniest. I have loads of homework to be done, but I'm kind of enjoying it. I am NOT a mugger, I repeat. I am NOT. Shucks, there is pe tomorrow. At 4pm. My school is seriously dingdong. Eh, but I think all the jcs does that. Haha. Baby teared just now, because he was so frustrated with me. He refused to talk. So cute :) So I coaxed him into talking to me. Hah. I need to go do my homework now. Goodbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1365550469858304006?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1365550469858304006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1365550469858304006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1365550469858304006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1365550469858304006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-today-is-not-that-boring-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-463458785139314093</id><published>2008-01-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:32:23.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby came over my house in the morning today and then we had brunch together. He got this extended strand of hair that makes him look like ahbeng. HOHO! I call that tail tail :) Went back to my house after eating and I helped him cut the tail, to a shorter length. I realised that I can never be a hair dresser because I seriously suck at cutting hair. Hah. Afterwards, he cycled me to bedok mrt station to meet ziqing :) I haven seen bestfriend for SO long! Almost a month. We shared stories and kuku experience in our jc. Then we kept complaining to each other that we are quite sad to be in our respective school. Her school people are darn bitchy luh. I don't mind going to her school even though it's far. It is better to have her in the same school as me then to stick with someone I'm uncomfortable with in tpjc. She asked me to wait for her in tpjc, then we will join tennis and go study at our secret studying place together. I can't wait for that. But I'm afraid that our results won't be able to put us through tpjc. It's alright if we join &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;RJC provided that we are together.Hahaha :D Their collarpin and pe attire is so much nicer than my school's. Their uniform is not that nice, comparable to tpjc. We went shopping around town after buying her fbts from carrefour. We did not spend at all. Everyone please stand up and clap hands for us. Ahaha :) I saw this popeye's tee at num, retailing at $59.90. I bought it at only $11 plus online. I was super happy luh. It is on it's way from US to SG now :) Oh, my mayves is attached. Quite shocking. But I have heard about their scandal, so it is nothing new. Hoho. I miss baby! Just now I gave my tortoise trio a good bath. I bubble bath and scrubbed their home and feeding tub. Meanwhile, I let them run around the bathroom. Then I gave them a good shell scrub. The fattest guy scratched me, like always. And the violent one almost bit me. The female one is the most obedient, she hid in the shell until i finished scrubbing. I'm such a good and responsible owner :) Now, who wants to be my tortoise raise your hands. Hoho :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-463458785139314093?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/463458785139314093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=463458785139314093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/463458785139314093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/463458785139314093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-came-over-my-house-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2295316186592118830</id><published>2008-01-12T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:43:41.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. My O's results are coming out in about two weeks time. Everyone tells me that they screwed their papers when I probe about it. But I know that they obviously did not, like I did. I'm really afraid.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I regretted for not studying at all, until around august, when I finally woke up. What if my results can't put me into a good jc or poly course? What if I'm not good enough to qualify for jobs that I want next time? What if I do not have a promising future? Or, do&lt;br /&gt;I even have one? If I did not do well in O level, my past achievements would mean nothing at all. What I have been working towards since young would be dashed. Since young, I have been self-motivated to study. My parents did not push me or put me in tuition class like what most parents did. But I did go for tuitions when I'm in p6, I initiated for it though. They had never praised me for the results that I have achieved or the slightest things, like scoring full marks in exams or topping in class. I longed for their praise. That I even flaunt to them my achievements by asking them for signatures on my scripts that the teacher never even asked for. They never bother about me. I have all the freedom that everyone wanted as a teenager. I wished for someone to restrict me and set curfews for me. I wished for someone to check the msges in my phone to find out if I hang out with the right people. I wished for someone to force me to do my homework. I know this is insane. Because a typical teenager would want their parents to nag less and give them more freedom. Maybe it was because of them that I strayed off, turning into a person who do not give a damn about studies and returning home late. I was lucky enough not turn to smoking and drugs. I accepted christ :) And I met shawn :) These are the two events that turned my life around. They happened in the same year. I'm really thankful to God. Although I have been away from church for two years, I still kept my faith in christ. I believe in Him, because I have tasted the love of God. Not all christian does. Shawn, you hold a veryveryvery special place in my heart. This may sound cliche but seriously, without you, I may not be alive and kicking like I am now. ILOVEYOU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2295316186592118830?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2295316186592118830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2295316186592118830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2295316186592118830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2295316186592118830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4078560515192784053</id><published>2008-01-12T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:58.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kind of sad now. I just viewed bestfriend's friendster profile. It seemed like she has a new 'bestfriend' now, at srjc. To admit, I felt jealous. Why the hell am I stucked at tpjc with those smart people and not at srjc with bestfriend instead? We scored the same points. I do not want us to drift apart :( I secretly wished for you to be my bestfriend for life and that you will be my bridemaid. I really hope things will change for the better after our results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154499915835532338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R4h2XR4oZDI/AAAAAAAAABU/1WsyMU9-OKA/s320/DSCN3818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that we will stay bestfriends for life and when we are old, we will be tearing up the nursing home in our &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hotpink&lt;/span&gt; wheelchairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4078560515192784053?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4078560515192784053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4078560515192784053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4078560515192784053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4078560515192784053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-kind-of-sad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qADaDYLw_iI/R4h2XR4oZDI/AAAAAAAAABU/1WsyMU9-OKA/s72-c/DSCN3818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7335871534460701186</id><published>2008-01-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:42:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is...ADVENTUROUS I can say. Alright. First thing in the morning I chased after the bus from stadium bus stop to the next one, I managed to catch the bus! Not bad right? Hah :) Reach school just in time. Had lecture and tutorial. Then, dangdangdang! I ran out of school. Hoho. Cause there's this big hole at the fence near the track area. The fence was being squashed down, so I managed to climb through, unglamly. But no one's looking, so it's alright. Many people did the same thing, but some got caught. I was lucky :D After I sneaked out, my legs trembles like volcano. Even after I board the bus okay. I was kinda stranded in a forest of flats before I managed to find the nearest bus stop. So I took 29 to tamps and then transferred to 31. Oh, I forgot to add that I do not have any lessons after I sneaked out, so I'm a good girl afterall :) Darl came over my house around one. I went with him to teach swimming. We chased for the bus. Half way there, he decided not to go because the forecast says that there'll be showers and thunder. So we alighted at st. pat's and he started calling up his students. Then it begin to pour. So we rushed for the shelters. The rain kind of stopped, so he decided to teach instead. We saw bus 12 coming so we ran for it. After the lessons ended, we ran for another bus, again. Today is chase-bus day :D I slept all the way until 7 plus after i reached home. Was woken up by an idiot girl. Could have slept longer! Darn. Bestfriend says we will not be able to meet up tomorrow or sunday, which is a very very sad thing :( I feel sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7335871534460701186?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7335871534460701186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7335871534460701186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7335871534460701186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7335871534460701186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-2158163702094886424</id><published>2008-01-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:10:06.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I'm quite moody today. First thing in the morning, I was late, for ONE minute. ONLY! And I'm considered as a late-comer. Darn school, they lock all the gates promptly at 7:35. Had physics for 1.5 hours. I could have slept through the lecture if not for the teacher that sat near me, so boring luh. They talked about things I already know, like units? Had break then PE. I actually shrunk. DARN! Anyway, those unfortunate events that happened today are not the main reasons why I'm moody today. I'm pretty pissed off by some MayFlower today. I think everyone else was pissed with it too, yes IT. Dog mah. It thinks that it has the best personality in the whole world. I shall not name the person yet, so meanwhile I'll just keep it as it. Hoho. Bestfriend, I have so many stories to tell you! Bus-ed home. Alighted at tanahmerah cause baby says he'll fetch me from there, then we had lunch at market. I tear-ed just now because someone does'nt want to say sorry, was alright after awhile. Had bitching session with baby :) Hoho. And, roy called just now to ask me about some maths questions because his very nice brother, named shawnchuateckchuan, rather play games than teach him. Yeah, that's about it. Good day earthlings :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-2158163702094886424?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2158163702094886424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=2158163702094886424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2158163702094886424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/2158163702094886424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-375787462276120488</id><published>2008-01-08T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:50:59.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis came back from korea ytd night when I was about to go to bed, causing me to be deprived of sleep. She bought manymany food stuff. I like! I stole a box of chocolates from her luggage :) She bought me an adidas cropped jacket and i really like it. Shall not elaborate about school today, turns me off totally. Except for the part in the library. Me, jy and huishi did window online shopping. Then this lorrybang girl from some pasir ris school copied us, but she's looking at blogshops. Yeah. Then had lunch with my OGMs at mac, walked around and all. Went home after that. Baby came over about an hour after I reached home. We played with the msn phone call thingo. Shared banana milkshake after that. I received my po tee at the letterbox! I totally love it, together with the lovely headband :) Hoho. Bestfriend and I will be meeting up some time next week. Yaye! I missed her luh. I'm feeling cold now, someone please stop the rain :/ SHAWNCHUATECKCHUAN, we seemed to be spending little time together recently. For that, you have to compensate me with 53927563894 hugs. Baby I love you, I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-375787462276120488?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/375787462276120488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=375787462276120488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/375787462276120488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/375787462276120488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sis-came-back-from-korea-ytd-night-when.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-7736715188920761378</id><published>2008-01-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:52:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall make this post short because I need to sleep. Well, today is an interesting day I can say. I went to top up bus concession at tanah merah today then hop on her bus. Reach school at 7:35, just in time for flag-raising. We do not know where to assemble. As in, we know it's at the courtyard but it's like, hey where the hell is that. So we asked everyone we see for directions. Went to our civics class after that. My class comprises mostly of guys because it's the 'physics' class. It's the tradition for guys to like physics more and girls to like chem more. But, I'm weird. My teacher is really nehnehpok. After contact time, slacked around with the usual people for an hour then went  for maths lecture. I managed to catch up with the lecturer okay. My ego is rising. Went for another 30 minutes break then had chem lecture then school ends. dangdangdang! Here comes the  interesting part. THE BLOODY SCHOOL LOCKED UP ALL THE GATES UNTIL ONE WHEN OUR LESSONS END AT 12:30. Germ and I was whining all the way. We go like this is dumb, omg, shit this sucks, I hate this school, I'm bored. I shall not point fingers, I will just name it. IT'S TPJC. Then the gates open at one sharp, so everyone gush out like bees and queued up for the overhead bridge. Rare sight :) I just realised that this post is the longest of all my posts and it's not ending here yet. Hoho. I went bugis with baby :))) I snatched his psp and played on the way there. He got a new camera and it came with many goodies. I think it's worth the price :D Went brasbasah plaza after that to make the customized stickers for his bro's boat. We had mac for lunch too, actually it should be considered dinner cause it's like around 6 at that time. Yeah. We had fun and laughters peace and joy. Bused home. Snatched his psp again :) That kuku boy had so much fun with his little screen that he forgot to alight with me to take his bike at my house, which he left there earlier on. My bro cycled the bike to return him. I was supposed to be the one goiong but I had problems getting one the bike. I even had leg cramps. I thought it was the height issue. Hoho. But it is not, my bro who is way shorter, managed to cycle that lorry-bike. Yeah.  So that's all for today humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-7736715188920761378?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7736715188920761378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=7736715188920761378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7736715188920761378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/7736715188920761378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shall-make-this-post-short-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-1146132962823642033</id><published>2008-01-06T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:03:27.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Msged bestfriend last night and she told me she's at Thailand now. I help her ordered 3 tees from D&amp;amp;G. It's really cheap, only about 30 bucks per piece, compared to retailing price of $49.90. They are definitely authentic. The only bad thing is that the goods will only arrive in about one month's time, but worth the wait! Jy called me just now to ask me to go queensway with her to buy shoes but I did'nt go, although I'm really bored at home. I'll be going there someday, to get my dunks :) Oh, and she told me that I'm in the same class as ryan. Hah, he's my ask-questions partner and we have been classmates for four years. It's not something to be proud of, though. Baby's at nsc now, and I miss him :(( Weekends are supposed to be fun, but unfortunately, not for me. My weekends are kinda sad you see. Imagine, it is so boring that you longs for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-1146132962823642033?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1146132962823642033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=1146132962823642033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1146132962823642033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/1146132962823642033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/msged-bestfriend-last-night-and-she.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-695895542472191061</id><published>2008-01-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:00:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at around 10am today. Baby came over at 11 plus and we had brunch together, as usual. Then he went off to nsc :( I was so bored, so I used the com. online shopping, blog-hopping and assignments. I did maths okay. And I finally figured out the darn thing that I was so confused with ytd. I'm beginning to behave like a nerd, I actually missed school and love assignments. omg. Hmm, tmr is sunday. I think I will nap the whole afternoon away cause baby is teaching sailing again. I think I should find new ways to kill time at home. yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-695895542472191061?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/695895542472191061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=695895542472191061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/695895542472191061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/695895542472191061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/woke-up-at-around-10am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-3086981600604669650</id><published>2008-01-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:42:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hees :) New blog! Thanks hun. Well, today is quite a boring day. I went school with jy, again. The bus was whooping fast. We reached school early and managed to join flag-raising, for the first time. After that we had lectures. It was a new experience for me, to have lessons together with 600 over people in the huge auditorium. And, the breaks are super long. I had 3 breaks altogether, 0.5hours, 1.5hours and 2 hours respectively in such a short day. I fell asleep during chem lecture, despite of the many breaks. Not good! Hah. I got all confused with h2 maths, could not understand what lecturer was talking about. JENG! Supposed to have lunch with my OGMs but did'nt because i'm meeting baby :) My OGMs are really bunch of fun people and are easy to clique with. Enough of school. I went with baby to teach swimming. Oh, he taught me how to blog and change the settings and stuff :) I've been trying to figure out the html thingo since I-don't-know-when. I've always wanted a so called nice blog. Thankyou love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-3086981600604669650?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3086981600604669650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=3086981600604669650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3086981600604669650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/3086981600604669650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hees-new-blog-thanks-hun.html' title=''/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4308223458768365728.post-4384754157186772981</id><published>2008-01-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:59.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I♥YOU</title><content type='html'>suprised! this is the suprise that i wanted to give you. but i guess you are snoring away now. i learnt it myself ok! therefore make a blog for you to present it to you! how nice right. i know you always wanted to learn but you don't manage to. therefore, i learnt it by myself on your behalf. you can blog about your stuff in here ok? if you dont like the skins, do let me know. i can always teach you so you can change it yourself or i can help you with it. i've placed the tattoo song and as well as a tagboard so that people can comment and stuff in your blog. last of all, i want to let you know that i love you a lot! happy 2nd anniversary my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30V9B4oY-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GCa_z3Pe2TA/s1600-h/Image(218).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151297687003882466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30V9B4oY-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GCa_z3Pe2TA/s320/Image(218).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30UHh4oY8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2fj6ulatAes/s1600-h/04122007005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30UHh4oY8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/2fj6ulatAes/s1600-h/04122007005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30VdR4oY9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m0d4lKF3-cI/s1600-h/04122007005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151297141543035858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30VdR4oY9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m0d4lKF3-cI/s320/04122007005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4308223458768365728-4384754157186772981?l=scandsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4384754157186772981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4308223458768365728&amp;postID=4384754157186772981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4384754157186772981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4308223458768365728/posts/default/4384754157186772981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandsy.blogspot.com/2008/01/iyou.html' title='I♥YOU'/><author><name>I ♥ SHAWN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02706287255145553650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qADaDYLw_iI/R30V9B4oY-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GCa_z3Pe2TA/s72-c/Image(218).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
