<?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-3219675387001612491</id><updated>2012-02-12T01:06:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to Paradise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4335086434619484979</id><published>2010-10-21T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:39:18.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;21st October 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, folks! This morning, the principal talked to the Pre-U 1s &amp; 2s about the results of our second promotional examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was initially appalled by the words that he used. Little did I understand that it's actually quite a challenge to find the right words to substitute whatever that he really wanted to put across to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness or not, Mrs Ong &amp; Mr Chong had a heart-to-heart talk to us during our Physics lecture today. Without a doubt, I couldn't agree more to whatever that they said. All in all, it was eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 will definitely be a challenging &amp; crucial year for me. PW, H1s, H2s &amp; CCA commitments. Nothing like what I'm experiencing this year. Certainly, there'll hardly be anytime left on the shelf for me to commit myself to anything more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ong mentioned BGR. Well, I couldn't agree more to whatever that she said about it. Indubitably, every single thing that she mentioned got me nodding my head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2011 awaits, folks. Let's anticipate for what's to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4335086434619484979?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4335086434619484979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4335086434619484979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4335086434619484979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4335086434619484979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/10/21st-october-2010-good-day-folks-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4153601310010637806</id><published>2010-10-20T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:21:20.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;20th October 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.10.2010 (Awesome date, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings on a Wednesday night, folks! I'm returning to this blogworld for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say that I've been enthralled with several events lately. Too many to name in fact. Of course, one of which is the completion of the 2nd promotional examination for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the examination period, my schedule was packed like a compacted can of tuna. Now that the examination period is over, I must say that my schedule isn't any less packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football, diploma &amp; tasks/duties which I've promised myself to carry out. It's all that's filling up my schedule for the 2 months ahead! Nevertheless, I'm not oblivious to the fact that I do sound like some 'businesswoman' who's talking about busy schedules? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd say that I adore having the sense of satisfaction knowing that I've got plans for myself &amp; doing nothing less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been given each &amp; every day to use it as you will. You can waste it or use it for good. Whatever that you do today is important because you're exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever. In it's place is something which you've left behind. Let it be something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this imperative stage of my life, I choose to prioritise different people/matters. Family, studies &amp; friends. Undoubtedly, these are the 3 broad categories which I've singled out &amp; of course, they top my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not made up of a 'girlfriend type of material'. For now, that's what I choose to be. I certainly understand the amount of time/effort needed to be sacrificed at the expense of the time with my friends/family/studies. Well, all I know is that I'm not willing &amp; ready to do just that. Perhaps, like what J said, it takes someone special to change all of that &amp; I can't agree more to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, maybe 1 or 2 months down the road, I'd be here blogging about my love life? Right. I must say that life is unpredictable &amp; the unexpected happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, D, K &amp; B, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can say that it's been kind of instilled in me? How we can actually date anytime &amp; how this does not really apply in the context of the time sacrificed with our family &amp; friends? Time can't be bought &amp; I can't live without my family &amp; friends. Right, call it old-fashioned or anything close to that, but that's how it goes in reality for me. Ever heard of the phrase, "Friends are forever" &amp; "Chicks before dicks"? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crushes here &amp; there are normal, and I have them. That doesn't mean that I'm made up of a 'girlfriend type of material'. Honestly, I don't know if I'm career-minded? Family-oriented? I've no idea. Well, I believe that time would definitely tell. Yes, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, all I have to say is that we should always believe in ourselves. Never let any voices over your shoulders tell you what to believe in. Beliefs may be misleading, but I'm sure that every girl has their own beliefs for a reason or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a list of priorities &amp; adapt to changes readily. Have a close buddy or two. We can have to have a million fake friends, but just one or two true friends would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight, folks! XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4153601310010637806?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4153601310010637806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4153601310010637806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4153601310010637806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4153601310010637806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/10/20th-october-2010-20.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4401766345154468373</id><published>2010-08-28T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:05:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;28th August 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURKIYE! TURKIYE! TURKIYE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've never been a fanatic of anything like this before. Not to mention, I'm actually quite honoured to say that the Turkiye Football Ladies is the first team which I've ever supported wholeheartedly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been constantly supporting the girls since their first YOG match &amp; I must say that it has been an enriching experience for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships have been forged &amp; several lessons have been learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should know, the girls from Turkiye do have some levels of difficulties speaking english fluently. "Thank you" &amp; "I love you", are just one or two of the few phrases that they use/know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, I've learnt that communication is certainly one of the key factors to forging closer relations with the people around you. Moreover, communicating without understanding would bring us nowhere as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, communication has to come along with a level of understanding. Only then will it be known as 'effective communication', which would eventually lead us to our desired outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, I can remember the sights of the players acknowledging us, smiling to us, dancing with us, calling out to us &amp; all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasam Goksu #10, had been my love for about a week or two.. Her pretty smile &amp; cool personality can just make me melt instantly. Just by recalling our hugs &amp; conversations, it'd naturally create a wide smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tosun #14 was the first girl whom I spotted. Pretty eyes &amp; lovely hair. Little did I know that she could actually speak fluent english &amp; it was much easier task communicating with her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serin #8 is the girl whom got really friendly at the airport just now. She took out her name tag, showed me her name &amp; asked me to add her on facebook. She said, "I very very very very very very love you!". I must say that they're a bunch of really cute girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eda #5 has been the most comical &amp; friendly girl. She was really comical at the airport with all her silly actions with Yasam just now. (Like always..) Not to forget, she has actually driven several girls to be head over heels for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through several situations throughout the entire YOG event. Ticketing matters, cheering like hardcore fans, running &amp; screaming for some 15 year-old girls, feeling all blue when the girls lost a game, heading down to the Turkey Cultural Centre &amp; all. How memorable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the whole YOG event has come to an end, it's time to open up to a new page in the book of life &amp; continue on with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all the awesome times that I've had with the football ladies &amp; the girls from Turkiye. I love all of you, sweetie pies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4401766345154468373?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4401766345154468373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4401766345154468373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4401766345154468373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4401766345154468373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/28th-august-2010-turkiye-turkiye.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5181804737647776505</id><published>2010-08-11T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:05:44.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;11th August 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few goals in my life is to embark on a missionary trip to a less-developed country &amp; help them in whatever ways that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one of which is to become a 'Tai Tai'! Well, it's not exactly a goal..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I remember our secondary school teacher asking us what was our 1 goal in life &amp; I answered, "To bring joy into the lives of the others.".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst my classmates said things like being a successful man, having a great career &amp; all. Well, it made me think twice for myself though. I wondered if that was what I really wanted to achieve in life. To think of it, it's indeed so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can ever make me feel happier. Just imagine those smiley faces created just because of you.. An extraordinary feeling, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, enjoy life. &lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5181804737647776505?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5181804737647776505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5181804737647776505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5181804737647776505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5181804737647776505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/11th-august-2010-one-of-few-goals-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5350550087724150459</id><published>2010-08-11T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:29:44.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;11th August 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest diary, I know that it has been donkey weeks since I last updated you. Therefore, I'll more or less fill you in about whatever that is on my mind on this sleepless night. Alright, I guess that I'll be updating on 2 different issues tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should know, priorities have always played a vital role in my life. Stating a list of priorities for myself is like having the 'thing' that keeps me on track, knowing for myself that I'm not straying too far away from my desired goals in life.. Not to forget, having a list of priorities also ensures that I'm living up to who I believe in being. Okay, I know that these terms &amp; phrases may sound too broad. In actual fact, I'm someone who'd look into the long-run &amp; not just the short-run. Thus, everything may sound kind of naive &amp; absurd for an eighteen year-old like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own priorities in life. I have mine &amp; you'll have yours. It'll be a difficult task for you to change my list of priorities when I'm the one who knows what I really want in life. It's all about my beliefs &amp; who I expect myself to be. At different situations, there'll be different priorities which will come into hand. Whatever the situation, having a list of priorities will certainly come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish for this blog to be privatised, I do not see the need of doing so. To make it clear, 'A' does not come before 'B' &amp; my studies. To make it clearer, studies come first before 'B', followed by 'A'. Personally, I strongly believe in taking pride in whatever that I set out to do. To do so, what's of the utmost importance is to enjoy what I do. I know that it's clear that it's indeed time for me to take a leave from 'A', I'll do just that when the time is right. To me, 'A' is not being what it should be. This is not a criticism, but rather a genuine opinion which I've had since day 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I know that I've been dreading school.. It's definitely not a feeling that I adore having because I know that it'll certainly affect my attitude towards my studies &amp; that'll be real bad. Without a doubt, it's not something which I'm yearning for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment definitely plays a major role in everything. I guess that no one would really understand what I'm feeling unless he/she was formerly a bpian. Let me emphasize that I'm not degrading the students/teachers of my current school. The people in school are really nice to me &amp; all. This statement bears no sarcasm &amp; it is an honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, studying is so much better than working. There are millions of illiterates who yearn to have a basic education. Here I am, given the fantastic opportunity to attend school &amp; yet I'm dreading it? Utter rubbish, Eunice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must turn these negative feelings/thoughts of mine into positive ones. I must, I will &amp; I shall. I should start having a neutral view of everyone in school because everyone would have their own reasons for being the way that they are. Learn to accept everyone for who they are, Eunice. Never expect anything of anyone from anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start loving school like how I used to &amp; I'll start loving the people in school. Okay, maybe not love the people in school because 'love' is like an extreme word to be used on random people in school. I'll just.. Oh well, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try, I must try &amp; I shall try. Right after the last fullstop in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5350550087724150459?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5350550087724150459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5350550087724150459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5350550087724150459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5350550087724150459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/11th-august-2010-dearest-diary-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7509635715371929302</id><published>2010-07-17T01:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:06:21.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;17th July 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friend, I do not know if you're even aware of the existence of this blog. Ultimately, I really hope that you'll be reading this post of mine because I'm just about to post up a message here just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may have been years since we last had a good heart-to-heart conversation &amp; all, I must say that you're definitely not forgotten by me. (Honestly..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not someone who would forget about a cherished friend like you. (Well, at least if I bothered showing you how much you really meant to me as a friend then..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've taken you for granted then. (It's certainly my loss for missing out on a great friend like you..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you would say that we could be best friends.. Now that we're soon to be 18, I know that these may sound a little childish to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back into time, I would definitely want let you know how great a friend you really are to me &amp; I would make sure that our friendship would not be neglected in any way because of anything or anyone.. (Probably a little too late now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance, I would love to mend our friendship to a point where we know that friends can be forever. Nevertheless, I know that things can/may never be the same again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, I can clearly remember how we first became friends from Secondary 1 with our clique of friends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we really drifted apart when we were about Secondary 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that year, we'd just smile or exchange a few words in class &amp; it seemed like we were just normal classmates. Do you know that I already missed you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've caused major destructions to our friendship &amp; it's mainly through negligence.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that I still do remember about whatever that you've taught me or told me about the lessons in life? How old friends are usually the more trustworthy ones &amp; all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our silly times in the cabin. I miss our late night calls. I miss how we always poked fun at each other. I miss how we used to pass letters to each other. I miss how we would always make a great team in any ball games that we played. I miss how we were great buddies then. I miss EVERYTHING about our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I'm truly sorry. It's not that I want us to be best friends now or something, because I know that it ought to be impossible. However, I just want you to know that I will be here for you anytime whenever you need a friend.. (Yes, I will..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7509635715371929302?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7509635715371929302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7509635715371929302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7509635715371929302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7509635715371929302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/17th-july-2010-dearest-friend-i-do-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3183092762943944858</id><published>2010-07-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:13:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;16th July 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the date! More than half of the year has passed. It looks like time ticks by so quickly &amp; unknowingly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new school term has started since Monday. It's back to seeing the usual faces in school &amp; having to take everything in my own stride. (Okay, it seems like I dislike going to school? Not at all..) I just don't really adore the environment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to lessons &amp; to be honest, I love studying. (Okay, maybe the word 'love' is an extreme word to be used here..) I enjoy studying? (Nah, not really..) I prefer studying than working? (That's more like it?) Honestly, I can't see myself going out to any specific working industry in the future.. I can't foretell the type of job that will suit me best, but I wish that I could though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, I must say that this week has been a smooth-sailing one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (@CallMeCow, @Norfidianaaaa, @skhadijahkhalid, @zEmster, @ZurahZahura, @popmygumm &amp; I) went to have a buffet at the usual SUKI! What beats the yumilicious food there? Of course, the 'eyeball' (Salmon Egg) is besides the point. Definitely, it can be beaten by almost anything &amp; everything! Goodness gracious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went to catch 'The Blood Pledge'! (Okay, I must say that watching a horror movie at home &amp; in the cinema is a totally different experience..) I realised that I was kind of freaking out throughout the entire movie. Thank goodness for my jacket.. This is the first time in which I've cried during a horror movie? It had a touching ending, that's why.. &amp; it's not because that I was too frightened till I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around town before we finally decided to head back home! What a fulFILLING day indeed! There'll be more to come next week &amp; I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3183092762943944858?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3183092762943944858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3183092762943944858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3183092762943944858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3183092762943944858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/16th-july-2010-look-at-date-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4595279645316019121</id><published>2010-06-25T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:12:18.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;25th June 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest diary, I woke up at about 6 this morning to give my lovely friend, Dulcie, a birthday surprise for her 17th at her place. The plans went on relatively well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi, iddy sissy &amp; I baked cupcakes today. It's one of the few times in which I've ever baked! (I'm happily munching on the cupcakes now!) I would love to bake my very own cheesecake one day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention? My hair is at a length which is neither here nor there &amp; it's annoying me. (Okay, this is just a random note..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you, lovely idiots! (Even now, I just have this urge to squeeze iddy sissy with the thought of how iddy she is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm home early on a Friday.. (Which is actually quite awkward?) Okay, I'm going to take a power nap now &amp; I'll continue on my revision for Economics later. Good day, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4595279645316019121?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4595279645316019121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4595279645316019121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4595279645316019121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4595279645316019121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/06/25th-june-2010-dearest-diary-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7805020867242192385</id><published>2010-06-19T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:27:23.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;19th June 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised to myself, I did some self-reflection this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've been having the habit of 'blinking' recently. (Commonly known as 'diao' to some?) It's not a plus point at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, I can remember those days when I didn't even know how to 'blink' at the others. It's not exactly a pleasant sight to see someone 'blinking' at the others because it's normally deemed as fierce &amp; bitchy. Therefore, I'll definitely want to get rid of this current 'habit' of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is trust. Trust is undeniably a big word to many. Now that I've moved on to a new phase in my life, I realised that there is a need for me to watch who I trust at times? Well, it's not that I faced any major betrayals. (Just yet?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate it when it comes to trust. It's just so unpredictable at times. Once I'm hurt from it, it takes a long time &amp; maybe even forever to heal from it. All I know is that there'll only be a handful of people whom you can trust. Honestly, I don't know who are trustworthy ones at this new phase of my life. (It's certainly a bad thing..) From what I believe, trust cannot be measured in terms of how close your relationship with the person is. Close or distant, it doesn't really matter at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder if it's true that we'd naturally tell our old friends about any little secrets our new friends tell us? Personally, I think that it shouldn't be so though.. Or is it humans' nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I feel gratified for all that has happened to me. Both the bad &amp; the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7805020867242192385?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7805020867242192385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7805020867242192385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7805020867242192385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7805020867242192385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/06/19th-june-2010-as-promised-to-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5635054670738795539</id><published>2010-05-29T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:28:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;28th May 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest diary, I've had an awesome day with the girls (Norfi, Dulcie, K, Valvin, Nabilah, Abby, Hidayah &amp; Ruz) at Abby's party today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, but I must say that yesterday was greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulcie, K, Norfi &amp; I courageously played volleyball in the library &amp; Macs yesterday.. It's needless to say that we laughed our hearts out with that paper-made volleyball. Hilarious.. We've been hanging out together quite often these days though. (I'm happy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I thank God for all the friends whom I've made in the team. God certainly works everything out perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all with a reason if you're made to go through a difficult situation in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful girls never fail to make my day at times. If I've to thank them for making my day, I guess that it'll be almost everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly an optimist nor a pessimist, it's just the way I am.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the best person to rely on for your own happiness is no one else but yourself. Only then will you feel that life is beautiful in its own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in taking the time off to thank &amp; appreciate. We must be thankful for even the most slightest things in life, because there'll definitely be someone out there who is deprived of even the most slightest things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't wish to get long-winded here.. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5635054670738795539?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5635054670738795539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5635054670738795539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5635054670738795539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5635054670738795539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/28th-may-2010-dearest-diary-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-359969376630341897</id><published>2010-05-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:45:49.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;21st May 2010&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, I've had a longggg &amp; fulfilling day with the girls today! After school, we specially headed down to town to have a buffet at Suki! Certainly, I must say that their food is so much better than Sakae's.. (Sashimi &amp; all?) Oh, &amp; did I mention that I love their mussels!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours at Suki was well spent with Norfi, Khadijah, Zahara &amp; Zahura! (They can eat REALLY well!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the buffet, Norfi, Khadijah &amp; I headed down to school for Transcendence 2010 where Khadijah left us for her friends halfway. (Sad, right?) She's going to pinch me if she reads this.. Nevermind about that, but Norfi &amp; I spammed her camera with all our photos without her realising about it! NICEEEE. Thereafter, we met Dulcie for Transcendence &amp; we spent the night at the Centerstage.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl today! Can I feel this way every other days? On a random note, I hate the word 'past' because there'll certainly be a day when we'll look at today as something of the past. I dislike the feeling of being close only for a period of time &amp; it's a goodbye after that. This is life &amp; it happens most of the times.. Nevertheless, I do not want this to apply to the girls &amp; I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's time for bed! I've to be up early tomorrow to study for my diploma examination. Good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-359969376630341897?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/359969376630341897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=359969376630341897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/359969376630341897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/359969376630341897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/21st-may-2010-dear-diary-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5388974220616999510</id><published>2010-05-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:03:35.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;4th May 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is growing up. Love has nothing to do with what you're expecting to get, it's what you're expected to give - which is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people care too much, I think it's called, love. The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary feeling called, love, you can feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it &amp; you will discover that your world is transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry, I'm not going love-sick.. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5388974220616999510?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5388974220616999510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5388974220616999510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5388974220616999510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5388974220616999510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/4th-may-2010-love-does-not-begin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4229355650594579989</id><published>2010-05-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:58:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;3rd May 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, I must say that I've had a fulfilling long weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Went on a shopping spree with Shiyang in town! I just love to have the sense of satisfaction after every new purchase.. After shopping, I headed down to Northvale for BP Percussion's BBQ! Everyone was there &amp; I must say that I've enjoyed my time walking with Dino around the estate. (I just love to have his company!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Spent my day with Yulian, Shiyang, Yiimei &amp; Kel. (Smiling all day long!) It was another awesome day in town! Caught Iron Man 2 at Shaw House..  My first movie of the year? (I'm not sure about that..) This simply shows that I've been living under a rock for the past few months.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Went down to Bishan, followed by Queensway &amp; Woodlands with Norfi &amp; Dulcie! Another awesome day out as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that my long weekend break has been very well spent! Yes, I didn't bury myself under piles of books. (Something which I should have done..) Nevertheless, I was able to enjoy my days with the people whom I enjoy being with &amp; that matters the most to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4229355650594579989?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4229355650594579989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4229355650594579989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4229355650594579989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4229355650594579989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/3rd-may-2010-without-doubt-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5074982066878590660</id><published>2010-04-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:15:42.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;28th April 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest diary, my team &amp; I played against VJC at Jalan Besar Stadium today. Without a doubt, it was a great deal that we had a chance to play on that pitch. It was what we've been yearning for.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a personal changing room for the team &amp; all.. (Best thing of all? Clean toilets!) I was being a poop today as I only brought one side of my pair of socks for the match. My eyes were brimmed with tears then.. I felt like I was being such an irresponsible player. (For that, I am..) I had to trouble several people just because of my carelessness &amp; negligence. (I practically assumed that my pair of socks was complete..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hate the fact that the A'Division is over.. I can't see myself going to school with the thought that there'll be hardly any trainings &amp; no matches to kick ass. Nevertheless, we're all in school for a reason.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, I'd wish that every single graduating football ladies would do well in their A'Levels &amp; come back to support us! I'll definitely miss all the players who will not be able to play with us next year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I was not on cloud nine after our game today was not because I only played for 5 minutes throughout the whole game. Neither was it because I didn't score nor did I think that we were lousy. But it was mainly because it brought back fond memories of the other competitions which I've taken part in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad not because of the results but it was because I knew that it's going to be one of our last match as a team together. Honestly, I think that our team has improved tremendously throughout the whole season. From our friendly games &amp; all, I think that we've taken everything to a whole new level. Despite the fact that I only joined the football ladies in the early days of March this year, I certainly feel more or less attached to the life with all the players in the team. (Silly, funny &amp; dramatic people..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been proud to say that I'm a student of Millennia Institute. Nevertheless, I'm proud to say that I'm a part of Millennia Football Ladies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember myself contemplating between floorball &amp; football when I first joined the school. As far as I am concerned, I've never regretted the decision of joining the football ladies! (Not even once!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I can't wait for our next match against HCI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE M.I FOOTBALL LADIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5074982066878590660?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5074982066878590660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5074982066878590660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5074982066878590660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5074982066878590660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/04/28th-april-2010-dearest-diary-my-team-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-725070856194876379</id><published>2010-04-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:12:19.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;16th April 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday &amp; the weekends are here! Right, I've been through a couple of events &amp; matters over the weekdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoyable soccer training with the ladies. (Monday)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Had a sense of satisfaction for completing all my tasks promptly. (Tuesday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Students' Investiture. (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1-0 victory over NUS HIGH. (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Almost got killed by a lightning. (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started with a bad day, but it ended in an awesome way. (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C! There'll be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need this &amp; we want this. &lt;br /&gt;We'll fight for it. (Yes, we will!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-725070856194876379?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/725070856194876379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=725070856194876379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/725070856194876379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/725070856194876379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/04/16th-april-2010-its-friday-weekends-are.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-378378944956340053</id><published>2010-04-11T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:48:34.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;10th April 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm feeling lousy for a couple of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly heart-wrenching to see my fellow juniors going through the same fate which I faced 2 years back. Without a doubt, I could definitely feel whatever that they were feeling at the Singapore Indoor Stadium earlier this evening. Being with the band during the release of results definitely brought back fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I cried when I saw the members crying.. I know that everyone had done their very best. (I can see it through their eyes.) No matter what, I STILL LOVE BPMB &amp; I FOREVER WILL! Undoubtedly, I'll be missing the percussionists! (I want a gatheringggg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that the band competition itself holds several significance to me. It reminds me of the lovely friendships that I've built over the years. (It reminds me of her whenever I had to think about whatever that happened after the 2008's competition..)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the feeling of being supported &amp; cheered on by the whole school. (It was an awesome feeling!) It'll be an endless list if I were to mention everything here.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a fantastic time styling the members' hair today! (It was totally fun!) Through today, I realised the importance of faithfulness for a couple of reasons or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to see several alumni, students &amp; teachers. Honestly, I miss the kind of support which BPGHS gives to every students. (We're just like one big family!) Not to forget, the councils of students and teachers who are always effective &amp; organised. (Something which I'm not experiencing in my current school, just yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my life is going to be a boring one.. It's just going to be evolved around studies. Fortunately, there's still A'Division soccer matches to prepare for &amp; I'm really looking forward to it. However, it's just going to last me for another 2 weeks or so.. (I hope that this will never end.. Which is indubitably impossible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about matches, I really hope that there'll be a day when I will see 'you' at the grand stand.. Whether I'll be on the bench or on the field, it still makes a big difference to me seeing you there for me. (Okay, this sounds way too..... Oh well!) Nevertheless, I understand that the matches are held at places faraway &amp; all! (It's okay..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home really late today, I just felt like staying out but I couldn't decide if I should head down to Narelle's place (I was way too tired to travel to Bukit Timah..) or to meet Fiona &amp; the others at Bukit Panjang. All in all, I guess that I'd rather meet 'you' instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out since this morning &amp; I guess that it is time to have a good rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20TH MONTHSARY TO DONKEY SISGELS. (Wow, it has been quite sometime since I last mentioned/used the words 'Donkey Sisgels'..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks! I'm off to spend some quality time with my dearest bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-378378944956340053?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/378378944956340053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=378378944956340053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/378378944956340053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/378378944956340053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/04/10th-april-2010-right-im-feeling-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6276465622701719797</id><published>2010-04-04T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:38:45.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;4th April 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNINGGGG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across a blog &amp; it had a really niceeee post. It's undoubtedly true with everything that was said within that short post. (Two thumbs up!) It got me thinking &amp; agreeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've seen &amp; heard of the less fortunate ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to myself: I should learn to count on my blessings &amp; not complain about any other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have all kinds of problems in our daily lives. Being like any other human beings in the world, we'd naturally complain &amp; take several things for granted. When will this endless list of complaints ever end? To be honest, it'll never end. Not until the day when we start having a sense of gratification for almost anything &amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I realised that I've been complaining about almost everything. (Okay, the weather is besides the point.) Wait, maybe I should start appreciating the tropical climate that Singapore experiences.. Basically, I find myself being a bitch at times. (A total bitch. I can't stand myself at times..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must change for the better &amp; not for the worst. I shouldn't let my mood, environment, any other living thing or non-living thing affect the person whom I strongly believe in being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-T-O-P, Eunice. It's time to change the way you look at matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to write a person's negative points on sand &amp; carve his/her positive points on stone. Everyone has a reason or so for behaving in a certain way. We shouldn't despise them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for despising you all these while.. (Without you knowing..) I know that I've been ignoring you &amp; all. Nevertheless, you'd probably have a reason or so for being the person that you are. On my part, I'll try my best to understand you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks. Have a fantastic day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6276465622701719797?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6276465622701719797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6276465622701719797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6276465622701719797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6276465622701719797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/04/4th-april-2010-i-just-came-across-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-9036383532487794072</id><published>2010-03-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:15:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;30th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just 1 day away from the end of this month. (Goodness, time flies by so unknowingly!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have some self-reflection once in while, don't you think so? (Well, I'm not seeking for perfection.) All in all, self-reflections gets my mind thinking! ("To whom have I yet to show appreciation to?" , "Am I working towards my goals?" , "Do I have a work-life balance?" , "How has my mood been lately? Has it affected me in any way?" , "How do I step out of the situation that I'm in?" &amp; so on..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that I may sound like a paranoid girl who is worrying about several matters? Honestly, it gets my life going when I know my objectives &amp; directions in life. That's in a personal point of view though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, I kind of miss the old school days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember back in those days when you had to write on topics like, 'My Best Friend', 'My Favourite Food'' &amp; so on? Then, at the secondary level, we'd have to write descriptive/narrative/argumentative essays.. Now, at the pre-university level, we're writing essays on social/political issues.. Can you see how much times have changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our primary school days, we'd be playing 'Freeze &amp; Melt' &amp; so on during recesses. Following that, during our secondary school days, we would have a quick meal to ensure that we had enough time for games during our 30 minutes of recess.. Now, we'd just settle down for a proper meal during our breaks &amp; continue with our assignments. Can you spot the difference? Drastic change, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on &amp; on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-9036383532487794072?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9036383532487794072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=9036383532487794072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/9036383532487794072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/9036383532487794072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/30th-march-2010-were-just-1-day-away.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3912504426699890601</id><published>2010-03-28T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:07:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;28th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE CHERYL COLE'S PARACHUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3912504426699890601?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3912504426699890601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3912504426699890601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3912504426699890601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3912504426699890601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/28th-march-2010-i-love-cheryl-coles.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3486644259928104287</id><published>2010-03-27T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:05:11.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;27th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, tweet &amp; tweet. Basically, that's what I've been doing recently. Without realising, I've already posted more than a hundred tweets in less than 3 weeks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practically posting updates on my Twitter about almost anything &amp; everything. It's an awesome avenue to follow celebrities, friends &amp; so on! (Don't have a Twitter account yet? Go get one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we kicked off our first A'Division soccer match against the IJC girls &amp; it was a prideful victory for us. (4-0!) It was an amazing experience for me because I've never played an official match before. Without a doubt, it was a good team play which resulted in my first goal for our team. (Truthfully, it was an awesome experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From VJC, we headed down to Parkway Parade for our dinner! In my opinion, Parkway Parade beats Bukit Panjang Plaza, Lot1, Causeway Point &amp; Westmall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nap right now because I'm actually dying from exhaustion due to my hectic schedule! School assignments to complete. (Tutorials especially!) Projects. (GP, Economics &amp; MT!) CCA which has several meetings in the morning, afternoon &amp; so on. (Students' Council..) A'Division for soccer. (I'll admit that I'm enjoying this though!) Diploma during the holidays. (Okay, something that is inevitable.) BP Band. (I've been trying to make time for band practices every Saturday. The Band Central Judging Competition 2010 is just 2 weeks away!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not met Narelle for a longggg time! She was actually unwell for a month! What's more, she was admitted to the hospital.. &amp; guess what? I didn't even know about that! No wonder she was missing in action for a period of time.. Damn. I should have contacted her.. (I'm such a lousy friend..)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I'll get to see Jocelyn in SAJC on Wednesday during the soccer match against the NJC girls! Not to forget, I'll be having a study date with Liling tomorrow as usual! It has also been quite sometime since I last met Jolynn Lim Su Hui, my sissy. (She's probably busy with life as well.) Time is all that I need! I want a time-making machine such that I'll have more than 24 hours a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I feel like messaging my sissy right now. (It's a random feeling.) I'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3486644259928104287?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3486644259928104287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3486644259928104287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3486644259928104287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3486644259928104287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/27th-march-2010-tweet-tweet-tweet.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-386225659469808602</id><published>2010-03-23T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:32:08.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;23rd March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're 17 days away from the Band Central Judging Competition 2010!! Time is such an amazing scalar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was supposed to post a little more into depth about my day today? Nevertheless, I don't wish to deprive myself from the quality &amp; quantity of sleep that I need..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-386225659469808602?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/386225659469808602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=386225659469808602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/386225659469808602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/386225659469808602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/23rd-march-2010-were-17-days-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7804517843764682460</id><published>2010-03-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:33:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;22nd March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm blogging with all my assignments stacked in front of me. Due date? 23rd March 2010, that is tomorrow. The best thing that has yet to happen? I think that I'll be falling asleep right after posting this up. (That can't happen! Otherwise, I'll be in for deep shit tomorrow.) Hold on, I should be using more demure words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely exhausted after a longggg day in school today! To keep it short, I dread Mondays.. (Totally!) It has the longest school hours in the week &amp; it's a day when my school bag tends to weigh as heavy as a bomb! (Oh, not that I really know how heavy a bomb is?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'Division for soccer girls will be starting this Wednesday! Our first match will be against the IJC girls! It's gonna be a new experience for me. I certainly believe that we can do it! GO GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to spend some time on my assignment for Business Studies. Goodbye, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7804517843764682460?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7804517843764682460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7804517843764682460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7804517843764682460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7804517843764682460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/22nd-march-2010-dude-im-blogging-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8451586319443934255</id><published>2010-03-21T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:10:41.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;20th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;My days have been AWESOME lately! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a friendly match against JJC. As mentioned by Mr Chong, result was favourable, 1-0, victory. Nevertheless, it could have been much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, we (Dulcie, Nabilah, Norfi &amp; I.) went for dinner at Jurong Point. Thereafter, I headed down to BPGHS for band! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper with Xiaoling, Sandy, Tinghui, Daniel, Anthony &amp; Kumar. We practically stayed through the night.. (Superb!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt very much like yesterday! Moreover, I spent more than half of my day in BPGHS for band. It was a fantastic day in the field with the mud! I miss those times in Teck Whye's campus field. (A field which has existed for centuries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it has been a fruitful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8451586319443934255?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8451586319443934255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8451586319443934255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8451586319443934255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8451586319443934255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/20th-march-2010-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8128470783249230526</id><published>2010-03-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:30:24.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;17th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl today! Today's match against MJC was a praiseworthy game. We lost, 2-1. Several events happened on the field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake during the match?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a corner kick was given by our opponent, I attempted to clear the ball in the penalty area. &amp; on the first occasion, the ball went straight to the opponent's abdomen area. The ball bounced back to me &amp; I attempted again. On both occasions, I failed to clear the ball. Consequently &amp; unfortunately, it led to the first 'give-away' goal for our opponent.. (I must learn to kick the ball to a higher angle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable part of the game?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was when Norfi accidentally kicked the opponent's shin which got the opponent yelling at Norfi. I thought that there was soon to be a cat fight because they were yelling each other &amp; were about to walk towards each other &amp; all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having the ball, the opponent ran &amp; pushed me from the back with her knee. (Like some rugby game?) All I had to do was to kneel down, raise my hands up &amp; we had a free kick! (It was an awesome feeling.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, Dulcie, Norfi, Marcus, K &amp; I went down to Jalan Besar Stadium for the S.League match between the Young Lions &amp; Balestier Khalsa. I've never thought that I'll be catching a live game for S.League. (Never.) Undeniably, it was a new experience for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, folks. It's time for me to switch the lights off for bed! Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8128470783249230526?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8128470783249230526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8128470783249230526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8128470783249230526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8128470783249230526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/17th-march-2010-im-happy-girl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7114892596689835830</id><published>2010-03-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:11:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;12th March 2010&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOCELYNNNN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got to meet up after 6 hectic years! When Liling &amp; I saw you today, we were practically on cloud nine! You'll never know how much we missed you, dear. (Especially after you left early for your family dinner, we came to realise that we missed you even more!) I can't wait for our study date this Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gathering with 6 Joy 2004 was awesome! It is really amusing to see how 6 years have passed in a blink of an eye. I'm really gratified for having such wonderful friends from primary school! (Truly am, because not anyone nor everyone gets this kind of opportunity to meet up with old school friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it'll be a long day for me tomorrow! There'll be a project meeting at KAP with 'learn-the-ropes'! Goodnight, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7114892596689835830?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7114892596689835830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7114892596689835830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7114892596689835830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7114892596689835830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/12th-march-2010-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6768136690462475970</id><published>2010-03-11T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:00:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;10th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, I just got back home after having a dinner with my beloved sissy. It is our 19th month today..  Happy 19th Monthsary to Donkey Sisgels! (I love you, sissy!)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies like a paper plane! (Okay, this is a poor description.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a friendly match against RI this evening &amp; we lost, 6-1. To me, I strongly believe that it is the process which matters the most? So be it a defeat, but I'm certain that we'll continuously learn through the experiences that we gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there'll be SEL camp tomorrow. I shall turn in early for bed! Goodnight, earthlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6768136690462475970?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6768136690462475970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6768136690462475970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6768136690462475970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6768136690462475970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/10th-march-2010-dear-diary-i-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8517814104681864680</id><published>2010-03-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:37:56.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;9th March 2010&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm making my way back home from my aunt's place. I went to bid my grandma goodbye as she'll be flying back to Australia tomorrow night. It has never been an easy situation to bid someone farewell? (Especially to someone whom you love so dearly? &amp; you know that it is going to take quite sometime to the next meet-up?) Nevertheless, my grandma has been on cloud nine &amp; that matters the most to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, we had a floorball friendly against a team from the east &amp; we were defeated, 11-2. However, winning was not everything but it would have been a bonus for us. Certainly, it was a whole new experience for me. The game was played at a fast pace &amp; it was rather an eye-opening experience for me as there were many physical challenges given by the opposing team. Also, I realised that I tend to get upset when I see my team-mates being brought down in a harsh manner &amp; all? It is probably a part of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm still caught in a situation whereby I'd have to consider between soccer &amp; floorball? Recently, the thought that came to my mind was to go with none of the above &amp; to live solely with Students' Council? Nevertheless, I've more or less made up my mind about my priorities. Thanks to all the advices that the seniors gave me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to finish up my assignments! Goodnight, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8517814104681864680?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8517814104681864680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8517814104681864680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8517814104681864680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8517814104681864680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/9th-march-2010-currently-im-making-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8139315237241428841</id><published>2010-03-04T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:51:43.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;4th March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts are cleared &amp; smiles are back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8139315237241428841?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8139315237241428841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8139315237241428841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8139315237241428841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8139315237241428841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/4th-march-2010-doubts-are-cleared.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-819948783885947220</id><published>2010-03-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:51:56.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;3rd March 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg muscles are definitely strained terribly. In addition to it, my right waist is also aching due to the awkward posture that I was sitting with during the Tap Tap Revenge with Shiyang during our break. Gosh, how miserable can one feel with just muscle aches alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended soccer training with Dulcie on Monday, floorball training on Tuesday &amp; today. (3 consecutive days of training?) Nevertheless, I would say that it's just the muscle aches that are giving me a hard time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt lousy during our floorball training. My legs were feeling weak &amp; my mind wasn't focusing. To be short, my performance during our training today was terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be soccer training tomorrow &amp; I wonder if I should go for it? (Cherie is gonna tick me off for that..) Honestly, I find it kind of enjoyable being with the soccer girls? Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Before I fall asleep while posting this up, I shall say goodbye &amp; goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-819948783885947220?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/819948783885947220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=819948783885947220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/819948783885947220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/819948783885947220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/3rd-march-2010-my-leg-muscles-are.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2395772875922043205</id><published>2010-02-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:34:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;27th February 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading the archive of my blog, it certainly brought smiles &amp; frowns to my face! It's like a timeline indicating all the journeys that you've been through in your life. It is definitely amazing to see how life changes with time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, I'll be updating my Facebook &amp; Twitter! (See me there!) For the meantime, this blog shall stay existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2395772875922043205?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2395772875922043205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2395772875922043205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2395772875922043205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2395772875922043205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-was-reading-archive-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8670073323487430035</id><published>2010-01-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:58:26.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;10th January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I hope that you'll be reading this... Honestly, I seriously do not care about what people have to say about you. Maybe because... I'm madly in love with you? (I know that these may sound absurd.. Who cares? I don't.) I know what's best for me because I've talked to several people &amp;amp; without a doubt, I've gotten a better picture of everything. All in all, I know that you're the perfect one for me. You show me the directions to my future &amp;amp; you show me that there's so much more to everything. I know that you're there to offer me almost anything &amp;amp; everything. I'm sorry to say that I've compared you to the others in the past. (I'll say that you've stood out.) Honestly, I admit that I was unsure about you. Nevertheless, I realized that there's a balance between everything. (I don't know what I'm getting at, sorry.) I'm starting to love you. (Love is indeed a big word.) I've decided that you shall me my one &amp;amp; only. Undoubtedly, you'll be my first &amp;amp; you shall forever be.. Nevertheless, I'll have to wait for my O'level results to decide on everything. I love you, NP. &amp;amp; I hope that you'll be the one for me. (Okay, cut! I love creating those question marked faces! You were probably thinking that I've gone nuts, didn't you? Eunice turned love-sick? No! Oh well, it is specially dedicated to my dearest &amp;amp; ever dearest, NP. &amp;amp; to those people whose brains are still processing at the rate of Windows 95, NP is not someone, but it's Ngee Ann Polytechnic! Hope that you've enjoyed raising your eyebrows &amp;amp; getting those goosebumps. Till then, take care &amp;amp; we'll have our fingers crossed for scary Monday! Goodbye.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8670073323487430035?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8670073323487430035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8670073323487430035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8670073323487430035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8670073323487430035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/10th-january-2010-sweetheart-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4147297170743877625</id><published>2010-01-01T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:41:47.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;1st January 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a brand new year with a brand new beginning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got an awesome date today, 01/01/10. (A brand new chapter indeed!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4147297170743877625?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4147297170743877625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4147297170743877625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4147297170743877625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4147297170743877625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-january-2010-happy-new-year-brand.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4726736629275228513</id><published>2009-12-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:40:10.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;31st December 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! It is the last day of 2009 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Lessons learnt in 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Live life like you've never lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Breathe like you never did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Laugh like never before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Have like you never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;(To be short, cherish.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Manage your priorities well. (It gets your life going.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Have a positive mindset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;   (It affects almost anything &amp;amp; everything that you do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Take cruise control of your life. (Who else can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- No expectations = No disappointments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Live your life. (Get a life to lead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;- Don't waste your time on the past. (Work towards the future.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;To be honest, the list can go on &amp;amp; on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;All in all, 2009 was a great year, but 2010 will be a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;So....... Goodbye, 2009 &amp;amp; Hello, 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4726736629275228513?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4726736629275228513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4726736629275228513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4726736629275228513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4726736629275228513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/31st-december-2009-hello-everyone-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-767048851126803884</id><published>2009-12-31T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:37:18.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;27th December 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySM4A3D_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/z_HEPnbAplk/s1600-h/27122009497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySM4A3D_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/z_HEPnbAplk/s400/27122009497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421368801339314162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySMpIGcUI/AAAAAAAABXI/Db6-qN7ad00/s1600-h/27122009493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySMpIGcUI/AAAAAAAABXI/Db6-qN7ad00/s400/27122009493.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421368797343150402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySMDw_OhI/AAAAAAAABXA/POAeegboTR8/s1600-h/27122009484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySMDw_OhI/AAAAAAAABXA/POAeegboTR8/s400/27122009484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421368787314096658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-767048851126803884?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/767048851126803884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=767048851126803884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/767048851126803884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/767048851126803884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/27th-december-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SzySM4A3D_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/z_HEPnbAplk/s72-c/27122009497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5514497399805467740</id><published>2009-12-31T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:38:08.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;25th December 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is here! Personally, it emphasizes on 2 points for me to take note of. Firstly, the year 2009 is coming to an end. Secondly, a new year 2010 is soon to come. Moreover, these 2 points sound similar, don't they? However, I strongly believe that they both have different polarity. (One belongs to the North &amp;amp; another to the South..) When I say that 2009 is coming to an end, I'll look back at the year &amp;amp; reflect on all the remarkable days. (Both the good &amp;amp; the bad old times.) On the whole, 2009 was like a saga of 2008. Undoubtedly, there were times of happiness, sadness, anger, etc. It was a year where I took a couple of things to a whole new level. Certainly, I faced new situations &amp;amp; I applied a varied approach of handling them. (I've learnt &amp;amp; I'm still learning.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;the outcome of anything is a bonus&lt;/span&gt;. However, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;the process of everything is crucial&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter whether the walk had been an exhausting &amp;amp; painful one or not. All in all, as long as we've been walking towards the right direction, the thousand of miles that we've walked will always be worthwhile. There should be no reasons why we should complain. For every single mile that we've walked, it would definitely bring us closer to our destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word that I would emphasize on for this year is, 'process'. Process as mentioned, is crucial. If everyone in the world was to be able to achieve their goal in the next minute (Without having to go through the entire process of working towards their goal.), do you think that everyone would understand the significance of their own goal any longer? Let's put it this way: Would you feel more proud &amp;amp; satisfied when you have achieved a distinction for a test you copied, or for a test that you had studied &amp;amp; worked hard for? For the majority of us, we'll definitely prefer the latter because we'll tend to acknowledge the genuine hard work that we've put in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the year 2009 is coming to an end, it is time for us to look into the new year which awaits us. Whatever that happened in 2009 will remain as a past. Whatever that is to happen in 2010 will be the future. Hence, let's list down all our new year resolutions &amp;amp; work towards them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5514497399805467740?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5514497399805467740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5514497399805467740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5514497399805467740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5514497399805467740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/25th-december-2009-christmas-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1670292059314138223</id><published>2009-12-31T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:19:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;14th December 2009&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My journey as a Sales Executive in Granton Singapore ended today. Honestly, I stayed in Granton for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I had an awesome leader. Secondly, I wanted to gain the experience of working for an advertising &amp;amp; marketing company. Thirdly, I was keen to build up on my preaching skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Without a doubt, there were indeed many challenges faced during the midst of my work in Granton. Moreover, I would say that they were mental challenges. (Meeting more than a hundred strangers in a day &amp;amp; experiencing the different scenarios with them.) Hats off to my leader, Olinda. Definitely, she made my stay worthwhile in Granton. (It's like I've got an elder sister.) Nevertheless, my heart felt heavy when I quitted the job. Certainly, I knew that I was walking out of an office which offers every individual good career prospects. (Moreover, I feel that I'm not cut out for the job though.) Thanks to the manager &amp;amp; leaders for believing in me, giving me the fantastic opportunity to work with a professionalised team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Tough times never last, but a tough man will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Though I've only been in Granton for barely a week, I certainly believe that I've a couple of life-long lessons to bring with me throughout my journey in life. I've so much to say. Nevertheless, I'll say that it is time to put a fullstop to this chapter. All I've to say is, thank you &amp;amp; I'm truly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1670292059314138223?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1670292059314138223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1670292059314138223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1670292059314138223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1670292059314138223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/14th-december-2009-my-journey-as-sales.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2866951820977683460</id><published>2009-12-03T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:17:33.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;3rd December 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blazing sun seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Thank heavens or not, I'm listening to 98.7fm right now. &amp;amp; it is featuring songs which got me thinking again. (Damn, I'm not supposed to be feeling this way, right?) O'levels are over &amp;amp; what I've got is time on my side. Yet, why so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, I used to look forward to this period of my life. (After O'levels &amp;amp; all.) Maybe I should learn to take things on my own stride &amp;amp; get a life. (Right.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2866951820977683460?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2866951820977683460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2866951820977683460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2866951820977683460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2866951820977683460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-december-2009-blazing-sun-seems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3633662158023170524</id><published>2009-12-03T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:10:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;3rd December 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. The time right now is 3.26am and amazingly, I'm still wide awake! Feeling sleepless, I opened my 'treasure box' where I stored letters, photos, gifts and so on. Looking through the items, I smiled and kept them back into the box. &amp;amp; I don't know why, but I'm unable to sleep right now. This could be plainly due to the fact that I woke up @ 12.56pm today? Or rather, my mind is telling me to be awake for a reason or so? (Oh, god.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SIGH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm hare-brained of what. This is madness. (Eunice, please go to bed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3633662158023170524?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3633662158023170524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3633662158023170524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3633662158023170524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3633662158023170524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-november-2009-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5765483080262932460</id><published>2009-12-03T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:11:14.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;2nd December 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon creeps behind the tall buildings taking over the sun. It beams proudly and silently, giving the stars no place in the vast sea of black. Soon, it reaches its highest and watches the night from there. Sitting on my commodius and pleasurable bed, I am ruminating about my second day of december. Delightful, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was hidden behind the fluffy clouds in the horizon. There were no signs of a sunny day ahead with the sun creeping its way across the softly-glowing dusk. Unexpectedly, it was nearly 1pm when I realised that it was indeed an early afternoon. Soon, I immediately got out of bed, only to realise that I had 5 missed calls and 5 unread text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurriedly, I scrambled out of bed, washed up and went down to school for the ever-forceful and ever-graceful band. As the night began to descend, I travelled down to town to have a dinner with my nutty partner, Goh Caijun. Moreover, it has been the longest time ever since I last saw her! Hence, we decided to meet up for a dinner during her dinner break from work. (I miss those old school days with my partner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I met up with another nutty friend of mine, Samson. (Right.) Nevertheless, the defination of the word 'nutty' used on him differs. (Relating to my hair-raising experience of watching him get inked and so on.) However, "Don't judge a book by its cover."!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5765483080262932460?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5765483080262932460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5765483080262932460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5765483080262932460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5765483080262932460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-november-2009-moon-creeps-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7448799182968356017</id><published>2009-12-03T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:11:28.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1st December 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You accept that they got things to do, but sometimes it means that there's nothing left for you.". I got this excerpt from a song, &amp;amp; it never fails to get me agreeing with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7448799182968356017?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7448799182968356017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7448799182968356017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7448799182968356017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7448799182968356017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-november-2009-you-accept-that-they.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5376311024053954769</id><published>2009-12-03T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:11:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1st December 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint orange glow lapped in the eastern horizon. Soon, the pale blue sky showered streams of sunlight across the road, indicating the beggining of a new day. Broad beams of sunshine streamed through the blinds of my bedroom window. Simultaneously, I squeezed my eyes shut again and tossed over to the left side to get more sleep. Slowly, I clambered out of bed, knowing that I had to head down to town with a girl named, Tan Yulian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid-day sun knew no pity. Its heat lashed against the sky. Moreover, the sun seemed like it was drawn a million yards closer to us. No doubt, we continued 'hunting' for bags and dresses which appealed to us. The day in town lasted till the blazing sun descended. Looking at the time as seconds ticked by, we decided to head down to school for band. While making our journey from the central to the west part of Singapore, we bought candies for the percussionists to spur them on. (Personally, I strongly believe that the progress in which the band has made is undeniably praiseworthy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The december sun blazed its way through the puffy clouds and the night was soon to descend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BZZZZ.", my mobile phone vibrated, as I received a text from beloved sister, Jolynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!", I thought to myself, as I knew that it was time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, we met for a dinner and stayed till the newborn moon overtook the sun. Initially, I did not have the urge of shifting my bum off the densely populated bus-stop. However, I decided to head home despite the fact that I was reluctant in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it is a moonless night. The clouds are hanging low in the sky and my sleep seems to be escaping from me. Nevertheless, I shall just say a 'goodnight' to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5376311024053954769?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5376311024053954769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5376311024053954769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5376311024053954769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5376311024053954769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-november-2009-faint-orange-glow.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4252804339003624266</id><published>2009-11-30T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:09:02.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29th November 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SMILE. SMILE. SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4252804339003624266?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4252804339003624266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4252804339003624266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4252804339003624266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4252804339003624266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1274254467901723581</id><published>2009-11-30T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:14:30.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;29th November 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Eunice have been picking up a new habit of reading! (Like, oh my dearie god?) Right. &amp;amp; the reason for doing so is no other than being too free these days. She actually went down to the National Library to borrow 3 books for herself. &amp;amp; if you had known her well enough, she's not someone who would have the patience to sit &amp;amp; finish reading until the last pages of the book.. (Paradoxically, I should say that I miss reading.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, everyone has got their own job to hook onto &amp;amp; so on, whilst I'm like enjoying life as it is now. Honestly, I'm indulging myself in this book titled "Honor &amp;amp; Evie". Gonna start work as soon as I can find a fine job for myself! Meanwhile, I'll be tutoring. It'll most likely be starting from next week on. (Hell, yeah.) Teaching. We'll see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1274254467901723581?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1274254467901723581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1274254467901723581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1274254467901723581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1274254467901723581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/29th-november-2009-recently-eunice-have.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7703062182419456207</id><published>2009-11-23T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:44:58.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;23rd November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning, earthlings! I'm suffering from PRCWS! [Post Red Camp Withdrawal Syndrome] Right. Honestly, I am! I miss Red Camp 6! Believe it or not, I even dreamt of it last night. (It was about the Centurions!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I opened my eyes, I saw Karin in front me. The next thing I did was to smile to myself &amp;amp; recall all the different tribe cheers. Red Camp ended 3 days ago, but the impact those 3 days of camp left on me is just immense. (Totally.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7703062182419456207?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7703062182419456207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7703062182419456207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7703062182419456207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7703062182419456207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/23rd-november-2009-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4784785139374631425</id><published>2009-11-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:27:40.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;22nd November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently over @ my cousin's place for a sleepover. Right, &amp;amp; I can't sleep... (Yeah, tell me about it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I miss you. (The one that I had known you for.) Nevertheless, I know that there is no point. (Totally.) Only CJ will understand what I'm talking about right now. Alright, I'm not going into details. I'm off, folks! Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4784785139374631425?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4784785139374631425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4784785139374631425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4784785139374631425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4784785139374631425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/22nd-november-2009-im-currently-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1644700162676751379</id><published>2009-11-22T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:12:34.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the baker of this. (Fiona!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlUiYVNjhI/AAAAAAAABVI/GmRk9JAWfTE/s1600/21112009357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlUiYVNjhI/AAAAAAAABVI/GmRk9JAWfTE/s400/21112009357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406945777258696210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlUiLWt3-I/AAAAAAAABVA/IVdUUfyv8DU/s1600/21112009356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlUiLWt3-I/AAAAAAAABVA/IVdUUfyv8DU/s400/21112009356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406945773775347682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1644700162676751379?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1644700162676751379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1644700162676751379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1644700162676751379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1644700162676751379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-to-baker-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlUiYVNjhI/AAAAAAAABVI/GmRk9JAWfTE/s72-c/21112009357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6459409896716542630</id><published>2009-11-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:52:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy-ing @ Costa Sands!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlBXPYPDeI/AAAAAAAABU4/ZU0RyQdztq8/s1600/15112009290.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SwlBWz7PNDI/AAAAAAAABUw/Ueue-Olbmyw/s1600/15112009289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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people. Now, I'm feeling too sleepy to even post a short entry. This morning, XL &amp;amp; I woke up darn early to wake the members up in the morning! (How sweet, right!?) Had lunch &amp;amp; dinner in school yesterday. Comparing the food back to those days, the food served yesterday was finger licking good though! Certainly, thanks to the band teachers! Not to forget, I even had Mac for breakfast today! (How fortunate to be back in BP?) Nevertheless, that is not the point! Oh well, I shan't elaborate much on it. All in all, Eunice will be down in BP whenever she can! (Yeah, she will.) That's about it. 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406913189462224210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Swkzm36lDGI/AAAAAAAABOo/DBk58kzUOfo/s1600/17112009324.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8769370954927193213?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8769370954927193213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8769370954927193213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8769370954927193213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8769370954927193213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Swk1EgmAhGI/AAAAAAAABQA/SInd8V2MUUQ/s72-c/19112009350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3526348474980311571</id><published>2009-11-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:43:43.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;19th November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE THE APACHES! Be Apache, be be Apache! We were crowned the best tribe for Red Camp 6! (I love the GG cheer!) OMG. Indubitably, we cheered our lungs out! That explains why I'm having a Viking's voice now. Honestly, I'll be missing all the awesome leaders! Well, I can't exactly imagine another 3 days of Red Camp 6. Because if that is so, I'll be missing the Apaches very much! Fabulous team spirit + Wild campers = Apaches! This camp reminds me of the situation during OBS somehow, because it is where strangers become friends! (How amazing is that!?) Right, I don't know what's with all my exclamation marks though. Probably, it is due to the fact that I'm still feeling Apache-ish! Right. Special thanks to all the section leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I need to thank Deborah. my day 1's sub-tribe leader. &amp;amp; Faith, who is one of the many awesome leaders of the Apaches. Initially, I wanted to give day 2's camp a miss. However, Deborah made me feel guilty of having such a thought when she walked YL &amp;amp; I out to the bus-stop, chatting with us, &amp;amp; even wanting to wait with us for the bus! (How sweet!?) That's why, though I planned to miss camp the next day, I promised to be back the following day when she asked if she'll see us again. Right. Nevertheless, day 2's camp was fantastic! (No regrets for promising to be back the next day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; we have Faith, who joined our circle during lunch. We chatted, joked &amp;amp; had fun! All in all, the time spent in Red Camp 6 was awesome! Without a doubt, we'll still keep in touch! (Yes, hopefully.) I'm dead beat from today's party @ NP. Will be back alive after recharging from tonight's sleep. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3526348474980311571?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3526348474980311571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3526348474980311571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3526348474980311571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3526348474980311571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/19th-november-2009-i-love-apaches-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2681465482801038168</id><published>2009-11-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:29:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;18th November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Camp 6 rocks the house down! Apaches, how are you feeling?! Gosh. Initially, I intended to give Red Camp a miss today. However, regrets didn't come in at any point of time! (How awesome is that?) Certainly, I'll miss the ever exuberant SLs! They're forever hyped up. (I like!) Without a doubt, they did a great job in organizing the camp well. I'll miss Red Camp 6! It made me feel that it is indeed party time! What's more, there will be 'Hop Nite' tomorrow! OMG. I can't wait. Therefore, I'm turning in for bed now! Till then, I'll be back till party is over @ Red Camp 6! (Apaches, give me one goodbye clap!) Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2681465482801038168?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2681465482801038168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2681465482801038168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2681465482801038168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2681465482801038168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/18th-november-2009-red-camp-6-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6697552881809892202</id><published>2009-11-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:21:26.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;17th November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;APACHE! &amp;amp; we go boom dynamite! OMG. Red Camp 6 rocks my socks off. It's the 2nd day tomorrow. After attending Red Camp 6 today, I met up with Valerie &amp;amp; friends for soccer! We headed down to an area near the turf city, it was futsal. Unfortunately, my blisters acted up again. Damn. I'm ultra exhausted now. Goodnight, folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6697552881809892202?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6697552881809892202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6697552881809892202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6697552881809892202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6697552881809892202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/17th-november-2009-apache-we-go-boom.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7363336473976666005</id><published>2009-11-22T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:39:45.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;14th November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with YL to work out @ around 7pm. Played till pretty late with some young kids as well! Right, I'm gonna go for a barbecue with CJ &amp;amp; friends tomorrow night! I'll update my dearest blog till then. Goodbye for now, folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7363336473976666005?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7363336473976666005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7363336473976666005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7363336473976666005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7363336473976666005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/14th-november-2009-met-up-with-yl-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1455690303079886278</id><published>2009-11-22T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:20:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;13th November 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest diary, my day was spent with Fiona &amp;amp; Jason today. Indubitably, we were out on a shopping spree for the whole day! It has been ages since I last spent the whole day pampering myself! (How pathetic?) We went to Dhoby Ghaut, followed by Bugis Junction. Jason was out to look for his prom outfit too. Goodness, I miss shopping, TOTALLY! Not to forget, Fiona &amp;amp; I caught a 3D show! Undoubtedly, it was amazing. We screamed our heads off like anything. Goodness. It was a 3D horror film &amp;amp; it really freaked us out with all the creepy freaks that were lingering around us. What's more, we had the entire room to ourselves! (Hell, yeah!) All in all, it was an awesome experience. Two thumbs up, folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, after all the screaming, we laughed our lungs out when Fiona's fake eyelashes came out dangling after the show! Silly like anything, please. It was certainly hilarious. After Jason got himself his prom outfit, he went off whilst Fiona &amp;amp; I continued shopping! Well, we saw some ultra mega turn off actions by people who were kind of "hare-brained". Gosh. It made us puke, please. What's happening to the society these days? Goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shopping, we dined out &amp;amp; continued shopping! (This explains why I'm having an aching feet now.) Right, girls will be girls. Alright, I'm gonna be out to work out tomorrow! It's goodbye for now, folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1455690303079886278?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1455690303079886278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1455690303079886278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1455690303079886278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1455690303079886278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/13th-november-2009-dearest-diary-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2262277758429957286</id><published>2009-11-12T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:02:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it! It's time to take off the nerdy mask! Priorities are readjusted, definitely. Well, Eunice will be off to work out now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2262277758429957286?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2262277758429957286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2262277758429957286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2262277758429957286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2262277758429957286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it-its-time-to-take-off-nerdy.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3873658205706806822</id><published>2009-11-12T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:11:45.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SvvQG0w-c0I/AAAAAAAABM4/6JT1BJfuKLg/s1600-h/10951_170845958207_613003207_2858608_7595226_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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I'm back &amp;amp; this is it! I've got a bucket full of snapshots to be uploaded. Nevertheless, I'll just be uploading a handful. Otherwise, it'll be an endless post &amp;amp; I'll have to stay through the night, yeah? (Just visit my Facebook for the other existing snaphots if you want to, alright?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3873658205706806822?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3873658205706806822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3873658205706806822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3873658205706806822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3873658205706806822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-folks-im-back-this-is-it-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SvvQG0w-c0I/AAAAAAAABM4/6JT1BJfuKLg/s72-c/10951_170845958207_613003207_2858608_7595226_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3662770113827778908</id><published>2009-05-25T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:43:48.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoP-x2higI/AAAAAAAABJY/Gv8wV4Y27SU/s1600-h/23052009332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597879409478146" style="FLOAT: left; 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I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjm55kuI/AAAAAAAABJA/s-272WZcHwE/s1600-h/23052009328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593014567867106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjm55kuI/AAAAAAAABJA/s-272WZcHwE/s320/23052009328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjo7aVCI/AAAAAAAABI4/r8ZJuMgsFpo/s1600-h/23052009324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593015111078946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjo7aVCI/AAAAAAAABI4/r8ZJuMgsFpo/s320/23052009324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjU9iVNI/AAAAAAAABIw/tiEzCw2wMuk/s1600-h/23052009319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593009751282898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjU9iVNI/AAAAAAAABIw/tiEzCw2wMuk/s320/23052009319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yulian &amp;amp; I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjFZSBQI/AAAAAAAABIo/cE801hXGjpg/s1600-h/23052009318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339593005572687106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLjFZSBQI/AAAAAAAABIo/cE801hXGjpg/s320/23052009318.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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[GRINS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLCEhKx2I/AAAAAAAABIY/vO6MZxP0voE/s1600-h/23052009311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339592438401648482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLCEhKx2I/AAAAAAAABIY/vO6MZxP0voE/s320/23052009311.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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meditation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLiwoNQ4I/AAAAAAAABIg/sE36Dy94Rh4/s1600-h/23052009315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339592999998145410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLiwoNQ4I/AAAAAAAABIg/sE36Dy94Rh4/s320/23052009315.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, it's us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLBtHvtfI/AAAAAAAABII/MR-uwuxJoEs/s1600-h/23052009293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339592432121001458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLBtHvtfI/AAAAAAAABII/MR-uwuxJoEs/s320/23052009293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barney is our new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLBx0-EEI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oR2Gcn1s6uY/s1600-h/23052009299-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339592433384427586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLBx0-EEI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oR2Gcn1s6uY/s320/23052009299-001.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH NO! WHERE IS MY DRIVER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLBTnOYiI/AAAAAAAABIA/P-xYHQzVZ1M/s1600-h/23052009290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339592425273713186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoLBTnOYiI/AAAAAAAABIA/P-xYHQzVZ1M/s320/23052009290.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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell yeah, I own the mall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPu41eTI/AAAAAAAABHw/LIIopRUNpsg/s1600-h/23052009287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591573601876274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPu41eTI/AAAAAAAABHw/LIIopRUNpsg/s320/23052009287.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPqN9vZI/AAAAAAAABHo/yfn76ki22J0/s1600-h/23052009277.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPST5qOI/AAAAAAAABHg/6H27qMzlFzE/s1600-h/23052009267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591565930768610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPST5qOI/AAAAAAAABHg/6H27qMzlFzE/s320/23052009267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPFi3fuI/AAAAAAAABHY/SHIKsnzu5sI/s1600-h/22052009255-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591562503880418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKPFi3fuI/AAAAAAAABHY/SHIKsnzu5sI/s320/22052009255-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerleading? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKO7sY4fI/AAAAAAAABHQ/eKYbCdTl87w/s1600-h/22052009252-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591559859462642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoKO7sY4fI/AAAAAAAABHQ/eKYbCdTl87w/s320/22052009252-001.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;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ CCK Stadium's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJuTgloHI/AAAAAAAABHI/L2hJRpaM4mk/s1600-h/22052009238-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590999316734066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJuTgloHI/AAAAAAAABHI/L2hJRpaM4mk/s320/22052009238-001.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump up high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJuECuJcI/AAAAAAAABHA/hk_E19pzvEQ/s1600-h/22052009233-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590995164931522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJuECuJcI/AAAAAAAABHA/hk_E19pzvEQ/s320/22052009233-001.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJt6XbFhI/AAAAAAAABG4/g2zXh0-XMxw/s1600-h/15052009224-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590992567408146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJt6XbFhI/AAAAAAAABG4/g2zXh0-XMxw/s320/15052009224-001.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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJtlnrVPI/AAAAAAAABGw/_vqYQDEoqzI/s1600-h/15052009218-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590986998437106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJtlnrVPI/AAAAAAAABGw/_vqYQDEoqzI/s320/15052009218-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Smokers.", tell me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJPIqBlvI/AAAAAAAABGg/KBpSCaem86A/s1600-h/15052009208-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590463827580658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJPIqBlvI/AAAAAAAABGg/KBpSCaem86A/s320/15052009208-001.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJO0g1RPI/AAAAAAAABGY/ABEBTEEWu3w/s1600-h/Photo0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590458420315378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJO0g1RPI/AAAAAAAABGY/ABEBTEEWu3w/s320/Photo0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charity show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ShoJOg7YcYI/AAAAAAAABGQ/YYnxyqlAjLw/s1600-h/Photo0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339590453162963330" style="FLOAT: left; 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color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;11th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I realised that i haven't got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REAL CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for quite sometime! ): (In fact, a longgg time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone enlighten me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &amp;amp; that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gonna break through the boundaries &amp;amp; be me! (Can i?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that the people in BPGHS made me 'un-me'. (Dont get me wrong, i'm not complaining.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; But, i just strongly believe that it's different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss IJ, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like completely&lt;/span&gt;! (Like, after 5years?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being the 'Cheeky-Yacky Girls' ,  'All-Round Nutty Girls' , 'Real-Enthusiastic Poopy Girls' , 'Do-What-We-Like Girls' and blaaa. Hell yeah, i know it sounds like it's 'bitch-ed'. But, nahhhhhh :D:D It rocks the house down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly, the only thing i can be appreciative of is being part of the BPMB Family. You know, giving me new experiences and all. *BEAMS. Yeah, other than that, new experiences of friendships i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different worlds i should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARELLE and I were like agreeing on things! She needs crazy friends like me, and i need crazy friends like her! (Like, duhhhhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6811100098435953529?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6811100098435953529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6811100098435953529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6811100098435953529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6811100098435953529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/11th-april-2009-i-realised-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-620400360773854571</id><published>2009-04-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:45:52.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; 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MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 53px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SeBhhQdx3QI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/0Kg4Z2D52lM/s320/n612528099_508385_9893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SeBhiEvFo5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/MebjvVIyG0I/s1600-h/n663952738_483942_4133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361997566616466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SeBhiEvFo5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/MebjvVIyG0I/s320/n663952738_483942_4133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-620400360773854571?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/620400360773854571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=620400360773854571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/620400360773854571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/620400360773854571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SeBiGiFalkI/AAAAAAAABAw/uQ0ci-2cL8o/s72-c/n713513291_468619_4145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3451112392501686769</id><published>2009-04-11T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:28:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;10th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 8th MONIVERSARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;' to Donkey Sisgels! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis &amp;amp; I went to have our dinner @ Manhattan's Fish Market in Illuma (((: To say, the food was finger lickin' good! *SLURPPP! I had their Patty Cherry (Fish &amp;amp; Chip.) + Tropical Breeze + Mudpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yumilicious i should say! :D:D &amp;amp; of course, thanks to my beloved sis for the great treat! (((: MUACKKKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went to Haji Lane.&lt;br /&gt;(Like, OMG to think of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well oh well, today's confession is that this idiotic brain of EUNICE's got tempted to try out Shisha? Like, what the heck. Hell yeah, she was extremely tempted. Sigh. It feels like it's a sin to even consider doing sucha thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner and i have ever talked about Shisha-ing, &amp;amp; i was really appalled with the whats &amp;amp; what-nots about Shisha. Furthermore, I kind of pitied the people whom i saw Shisha-ing with their friends. Sitting in a dimly-litted area on a carpet, surrounding a coffee table &amp;amp; sucking in the smokes given out by this funny looking structure. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I were like, ALMOST gonna try it out. BUT, we rejected offers &amp;amp; resisted temptations. (But, can it really last?) Gosh. (I'm sick in the head!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3451112392501686769?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3451112392501686769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3451112392501686769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3451112392501686769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3451112392501686769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/10th-april-2009-happy-8th-moniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-533738658077013955</id><published>2009-04-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:19:42.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY TO YINGHUI!&lt;/span&gt; (Okay, you're pretty young.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i'm really sorry to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NARELLE&lt;/span&gt;! ): Didn't know that you've been trying to contact me all these while. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think that my friends are having a hard time contacting me. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of my frequent number change.. Really sorry darlings :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to make sure that all of you guys are updated alright. Rest assured that the current number will last for long (((: *BEAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; EUNICE misses all of her ijbt darlings! (Like infinity.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-533738658077013955?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/533738658077013955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=533738658077013955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/533738658077013955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/533738658077013955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-13th-birthday-to-yinghui-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-399370024135300670</id><published>2009-04-09T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:53:46.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY ELEARNING, BPIANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-399370024135300670?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/399370024135300670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=399370024135300670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/399370024135300670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/399370024135300670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-elearning-bpians.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6923911743230957546</id><published>2009-04-04T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:42:39.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jocelyn (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EUNICEEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jocelyn (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;can u organise another outing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jocelyn (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;puhlease!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jocelyn (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i am missing all my friends ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Buddy!&lt;/span&gt; I'm missing all of you guys too! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the 6 Joyers out there,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tay recently asked for a gathering this June,&lt;br /&gt;what say you? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6923911743230957546?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6923911743230957546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6923911743230957546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6923911743230957546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6923911743230957546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/jocelyn-says-euniceeeeee-jocelyn-says.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6970295257661872829</id><published>2009-04-04T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:28:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS TAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Elizabeth Tay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Although it has been 5 years since you last taught me in IJ, your birthday is not forgotten okayy! :D Had a great time catching up with you today! :D No worries about 6 Joy's gathering yah!? Will discuss with the rest about it! Stay cheerful &amp;amp; keep smiling like always! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, EUNICE ; 6 Joy'2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WONGXIAOLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, it's your Sweet 16! Now, learn to grow up to be a young lady kay! HAHA! &amp;amp; thanks for that love letter from you this morning! I'm touched. *BEAMS! :D (Don't worry, i won't leak a word about your confessions.) :D:D WAAHAA! I love you too yah! :D Just for today, here's a kiss back to you. (Oh dear, is this a sin?) Just joking eh! (Don't start crying.) From the bottom of my heart, XOXO yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, EUNICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6970295257661872829?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6970295257661872829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6970295257661872829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6970295257661872829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6970295257661872829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-miss-tay-elizabeth-tay.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5712099608931564639</id><published>2009-04-04T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:08:07.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY KEELILING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, cheers to our 11 years of friendship! :D:D (&amp;amp; we're still counting.) *BEAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an endless list of things i have to thank you about.&lt;br /&gt;(You know, i know &amp;amp; that's all i really know.) I love you buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, EUNICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5712099608931564639?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5712099608931564639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5712099608931564639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5712099608931564639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5712099608931564639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-17th-birthday-keeliling-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-500243658701323485</id><published>2009-04-03T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:19:47.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;On the 2nd of April 2009, NANA, SAM, YL &amp;amp; I went down to Cine to catch the movie,&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The Unborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt; *SCREAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE. Undoubtedly, i screamed and laughed during the movie! :D:D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Spook-ed me out please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie is definitely worth watching! :D:D Other than just being a horror movie alone, i think that there are other morals to the story (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sacrifices for a loved one &amp;amp; Perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became teary at a scene when Mark, Casey's boyfriend got possessed instead. It was ultra saddening as Casey (The main character.) had to hurt and run away from her own boyfriend. Gosh, what a situation. I dont think i can put myself to do so if i were Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, &amp;amp; also, Casey's best friend, Romy, stayed on with Casey although she knew that it wouldn't do her any good. What's more, it was despite warnings asking her to stay away from Casey. A punchline which made everyone in the cinema go 'Awww..' was when Romy said, " &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I wouldnt abandon my best friend no matter what happens!&lt;/span&gt; " Hmm, how sweet right! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;The sad thing is that Casey's grandma, bestfriend and boyfriend didnt live till the end of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;the story ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My want-to-watch movies list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I've got photos to post for today! But i'll do it some other time!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-500243658701323485?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/500243658701323485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=500243658701323485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/500243658701323485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/500243658701323485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-2nd-of-april-2009-nana-sam-yl-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8055847159658749374</id><published>2009-03-30T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:02:27.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAWHAW! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming online just for me, sharsoh! (((:&lt;br /&gt;A big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKYOU, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8055847159658749374?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8055847159658749374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8055847159658749374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8055847159658749374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8055847159658749374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/hawhaw-dd-thanks-for-coming-online-just.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7405524028613433365</id><published>2009-03-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:35:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was youtubing when i came across this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about Jack, the positive donkey! HAHA :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty coincidental for me as i find that i'm like in the same situation as Jack. (What's more, a donkey?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I should learn to be like Jack, the positive donkey (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81smW5-1Ak4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81smW5-1Ak4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7405524028613433365?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7405524028613433365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7405524028613433365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7405524028613433365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7405524028613433365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-youtubing-when-i-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5207988579953033756</id><published>2009-03-30T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:25:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdv7svRxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/SuOso_Hpw9k/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318924606729307922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdv7svRxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/SuOso_Hpw9k/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdvu1Dj9I/AAAAAAAAA94/dlSZvyQ0q64/s1600-h/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318924603274530770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdvu1Dj9I/AAAAAAAAA94/dlSZvyQ0q64/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdvb2h4QI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sCG50sXIhE4/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318924598180438274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdvb2h4QI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sCG50sXIhE4/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SdCdvI7-4qI/AAAAAAAAA9o/VKSK8v8Fpkk/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318924593103037090" style="FLOAT: left; 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I'm physically active, but mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i met sis @ CCK NLB! :D:D Hadn't seen her for about 1week++? Well oh well, i should say that the unexpected happened today. Was initially annoyed with myself for being so careless. But on the other hand, i'm glad that the truth showed upon itself somehow. Gosh, contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i find things a lil silly at times. Oh poop, nuts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1090583937060721577?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1090583937060721577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1090583937060721577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1090583937060721577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1090583937060721577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/28th-march-2009-delayed-post-time-right.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3065848936120261692</id><published>2009-03-30T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:31:08.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; stop&lt;/span&gt; your monkey business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hippo-crating&lt;/span&gt;, please. It wouldn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt; about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like screaming my head off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy with everything that i'm doing? Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i sound really harsh here right now. (But, i honestly cant help it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear that i'm burning up now. (I need a punching bag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i'm feeling super annoyed with you right now. (Is there a need to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ignoring all the things that you've been saying about me &amp;amp; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking them as a comment &amp;amp; all. (Yet again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i seriously cant hold all my frustrations any longer ; i dont get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i even bother asking you why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe you, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'WEIRD'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANNA PUT A BIG FULLSTOP TO THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i to do? :\ Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Why is it that i'm even in such a situation?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;CJ&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SAM&lt;/strong&gt; for putting up with all my screams &amp;amp; bangs today. &lt;strong&gt;THANKYOU! &lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna end this post in a happy note anyway, SMILE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE is gonna be all-chilled about this matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3065848936120261692?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3065848936120261692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3065848936120261692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3065848936120261692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3065848936120261692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-stop-your-monkey-business.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8346560416796772002</id><published>2009-03-27T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:36:42.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna let the pictures do the talking. *BEAMS! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterflies &amp;amp; Reptiles Sanctuary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ScwpyUOc9wI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HDP1mynm0KQ/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317671204417238786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ScwpyUOc9wI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HDP1mynm0KQ/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr2zZXVSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Xj0pEAbVuhY/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ScwpyUOc9wI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HDP1mynm0KQ/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr2zZXVSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Xj0pEAbVuhY/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317673480527238434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr2zZXVSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Xj0pEAbVuhY/s320/IMG_1455.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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr3fs2hZI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fNq-yXDKuOA/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317673492420134290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr3fs2hZI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fNq-yXDKuOA/s320/IMG_1456.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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr2pcLVMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cfFEtA8GvBM/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Scwr2pcLVMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/cfFEtA8GvBM/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317673477854680258" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ScwqaFoAUaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Wqr48d3vtNw/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8346560416796772002?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8346560416796772002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8346560416796772002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8346560416796772002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8346560416796772002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-gonna-let-pictures-do-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/ScwpyUOc9wI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HDP1mynm0KQ/s72-c/IMG_1253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-130184673180315946</id><published>2009-03-27T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:13:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>22nd March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time right now is 349am, &amp;amp; i'm just done with supper @ The Jetty! * SLURPPP! It was yumilicious! (Yes, it was.) *YUMMMM. Alright, I'm off! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare people.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of misses from, EUNICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-130184673180315946?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/130184673180315946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=130184673180315946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/130184673180315946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/130184673180315946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/22nd-march-2009-time-right-now-is-349am.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-427411873054826141</id><published>2009-03-20T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:28:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh dear, i seriously miss everything! *YACKKKS! It's my daily routine to sleep as late as 3am++ &amp;amp; to be up as early as 7am++. Goodness. Having evening tea and supper everyday, how great? Yeah, i'm indeed having a great holiday. (Totally missing out on my holiday homeworks and projects.) :X Gosh. God bless me when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, it is also my daily routine to look back on my line-less mobile phone. Scrolling through my inbox, over and over again :D:D Honestly, i cant wait to get my fingers typing on my hp's keypad once i'm down in Singapore. Text, text, text and moreeeeee texts! Hmm. After one week of not using my hp at all! Gosh, what an achievement! *BEAMS. I'm a handpho-holic i guess :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-427411873054826141?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/427411873054826141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=427411873054826141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/427411873054826141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/427411873054826141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/19th-march-2009-ohhhh-dear-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6586170910243649059</id><published>2009-03-20T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:32:14.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18th March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, it's a wednesday night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my puffy pillows, i miss my comfy bed (Though the bed here is as nice.),  i miss texting heartily. Ohwell, i simply miss everything! :\ Hmm, i'm superrrrr exhausted after travelling non-stop around the ultra big country! Gosh. Can you imagine, travelling in long distances from dawn to dusk. (For 1 whole week.)  Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i wanna be back in town. But i doubt i can. Most probably over the coming weekends or even the following week. Which also means that i will be missing all the 3 days of Band Camp and perhaps, a few days of school if so. At the very least,  I hope to be back by this coming weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i' m at the hotel's cafe. Gonna have my supper now. Goodbye for now folks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of misses from, EUNICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6586170910243649059?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6586170910243649059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6586170910243649059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6586170910243649059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6586170910243649059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/18th-march-2009-dear-diary-its.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-3950442076886869294</id><published>2009-03-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:29:53.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZptius_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/5fbxAUzmmrA/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549041667800194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZptius_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/5fbxAUzmmrA/s320/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZptFWi8UI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fF67Uftl62Q/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549033781850434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZptFWi8UI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fF67Uftl62Q/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZpsyMDncI/AAAAAAAAA64/Hh7yWMdhuGM/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549028637580738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZpsyMDncI/AAAAAAAAA64/Hh7yWMdhuGM/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZpsXFC1uI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MHowY9kmC6g/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549021360412386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZpsXFC1uI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MHowY9kmC6g/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th March 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of find the pig peg really cute. Aaron was like entertaining me with a '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pig Show&lt;/span&gt;.' Like what on earth right :D:D HAHA! Silly. We had our chemistry lesson @ the lab today, &amp;amp; CJ wanted a pic of it (: Pretty cool uhhh. Not forgetting, i was able to balance the drum sticks on the H.Hat today! :D:D *YIPYIPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-3950442076886869294?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3950442076886869294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=3950442076886869294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3950442076886869294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/3950442076886869294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/10th-march-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZptius_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/5fbxAUzmmrA/s72-c/DSC00899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2008957895794536443</id><published>2009-03-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:58:46.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZovVv0SFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/QKyewUOvSR4/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311547973030922322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZovVv0SFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/QKyewUOvSR4/s200/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZolyrBkXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/I6FvWo-eJbg/s1600-h/DSC00910....JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZoGT6778I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VXCaLQRXzGc/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; CREEPY FREAK &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STALKED ME! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poop, actually the truth is, i was drying up my hair after our PE today. &amp;amp; of course, EUNICE showered in school as planned! *SHIOKKKKKKK! Hmm. I was the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;first to shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, BUT, i was the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last to finish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; showering! :X:X Goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt ultra sluggish during E.Mathematics lesson today. So much so that i ended up dozing off! :X Gosh. I hardly sleep during curriculum time. (Because we're not allowed to? Like duh!), hence i was trying really hard to keep my eyes opened. But somehow, it kept closing automatically! :X Needless to say, i had to use my pencil case to support my head up while sitting upright. SHIQI was like amazed that i could sleep in such a eccentric position. But i was really helpess you know. Hmm, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uring desperate times, we call for desperate measures.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry Mr. Chiam, i do not know if you were aware that i was fast asleep, but i really couldnt endure throughout the whole lesson! )': Thousand apologys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2008957895794536443?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2008957895794536443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2008957895794536443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2008957895794536443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2008957895794536443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-creepy-freak-stalked-me-after-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SbZovVv0SFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/QKyewUOvSR4/s72-c/DSC00910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7626388305801117593</id><published>2009-03-07T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:56:07.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home sweet home! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE is ultra exhausted after the exhilarating day in school, suntec and town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;one of the best days&lt;/span&gt; in the year so far! (: To some, it may just be the worst day - probably because it's the release of the Alevel results. Or perhaps, it's just another to some. But as far as i am concerned, a word which would perfectly fit the description of today is, ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Delightful&lt;/span&gt; ' ! :D:D EUNICE shall relate the events of today! :D WRAAHAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. We had our PE lesson on the 3rd period today (Before our recess.) &amp;amp; we ran our 2.4km outside the school D: I couldn'treally breathe properly because of my erratic flu. *YACKKKS! Although all we did for PE today were just the 2.4km Run &amp;amp; Shuttle Run, i somehow or rather enjoyed our PE lesson! (: Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, 4L1 &amp;amp; 4P2 occasionally have their PE lessons on the same period as ours! WHEEEE! The domination of the Red Houses! :D:D I always get to see XL &amp;amp; HY during PE lessons, and i like!.. *YIPYIPS! Indubitably, we were all very exhausted after the run! (: Hee! After PE, we went to play volleyball in the Indoor Sports Hall for a shortwhile though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went to take a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SHOWER&lt;/span&gt; ! Here's the climax of today's story! (((: GAGS. Well oh well, EUNICE showered in the guy's toilet today! :X:X OH DEAR, what a confession. But believe me, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SUPER DUPER ULTRA MEGA FUN&lt;/span&gt;  throughout the whole entire process luh! My gosh! But hey, dont let your imaginations run wild okayy.. Gees! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; happened! (Saw nothing, &amp;amp; nothing but nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wanted to take a shower in the ladies. BUT. There were several girls waiting for the occupied cubicles. &amp;amp; of course, being aware to the fact that i do take quite sometime to shower &amp;amp; not to forget, the clock was ticking by as our next lesson drew nearer, EUNICE decided to take a quick bath in the gents. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang for the end of recess. Neither did i get my hair done nor did i wear my school shoes and skirt. As a result, i happily rushed through everything :X Somehow or rather, i managed to assemble at the courtyard together with the rest! :D:D PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our geog lesson @ MP4 today &amp;amp; i should say that today's lesson was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;greatoooo&lt;/span&gt; ! Hot gossips with Miss Phua! :D:D WHEEEE. Miss phua was crazy &amp;amp; silly like always. Hee! Human Geog leads to a certain day-to-day issues you see :D Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we went to have our lunch at the cafeteria (: Hmm. CS talked to me about her personal life today. &amp;amp; i'm certainly glad that she places her trust on me. I'll definitely not spill the beans girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went for the Career Fair @ Suntec! *YIPYIPS! &amp;amp; Mr Lim JS took our class today! :D I should say that it had been a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; opportunity to have gone for it! :D:D I got to talk to many experienced specialists there, &amp;amp; definitely, the vision of what is to come in the near future for me is alot clearer now :D Thanks for the opportunity BPGHS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Career Fair, we went down to Suntec Tower 3 with SHAR and the others to look for 'Old Marche', but to no avail :\ *YACKKKKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to head down the Singapore Post to renew my passport, thus we went down to the office in town. Gees! It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;damn hilarious&lt;/span&gt; when we were running out of time &amp;amp; we had to run all the way to the office! :D:D HAHAHA! It was like an amazing race luh. Goodness. Crazy things happened today, &amp;amp; it is indeed one of the best days in the year so far! YAY! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;; i want everyday to be as it is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7626388305801117593?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7626388305801117593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7626388305801117593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7626388305801117593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7626388305801117593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/6th-march-2009-home-sweet-home-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-5689637545102019551</id><published>2009-03-05T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:55:41.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not gonna shine the light in the same direction any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Perhaps i will wanna use the sunlight instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Or maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;urn my back on it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But the question is, can i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hope so, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-5689637545102019551?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5689637545102019551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=5689637545102019551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5689637545102019551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/5689637545102019551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-gonna-shine-light-in-same.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2261797315811213033</id><published>2009-03-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:45:08.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgrzZdnI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ntqSZMC4HKw/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713735858353778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgrzZdnI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ntqSZMC4HKw/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YUMILICIOUS, THANKS TO WE-KNOW-WHO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgYLSX9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/CJFrqz-h8O8/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713730589843410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgYLSX9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/CJFrqz-h8O8/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look, it's a bunny ball! I helped CS in bringing the ball to life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgApJSAI/AAAAAAAAA54/7_STWwwsiew/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713724272625666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgApJSAI/AAAAAAAAA54/7_STWwwsiew/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THANKS, MISS PHUA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2261797315811213033?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2261797315811213033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2261797315811213033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2261797315811213033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2261797315811213033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/delicious-thanksthanks-to-we-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/Sa_kgrzZdnI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ntqSZMC4HKw/s72-c/DSC00838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4897462773627545769</id><published>2009-03-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:36:59.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good'day mates! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE went for the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sec1's Band Practice&lt;/span&gt; today! *CLAPS! She supposedly wanted to pop by for a jiffy, but somehow or rather, she ended up taking the Sec 1s as well :X Hmm. I'm ultra delighted with the percussionists' full attendance! *HIPHIP-HOORAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated Mr. Tan Hak Soon's birthday! *YIPS! (I'm still waiting for GOHCAIJUN to upload the photos from her cam.) Hee :D We took &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;superrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; many photos luh. We were in high spirits yesterday! Ultra high i should say. What's more, our classes are finally installed with Air-Conditioners! Like, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WOWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we will be going down to Suntec City for a career fair tomorrow! :D:D YAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;; Looking for that magic rainbow on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4897462773627545769?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4897462773627545769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4897462773627545769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4897462773627545769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4897462773627545769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodday-mates-dd-eunice-went-for-sec1s.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8605329503473783205</id><published>2009-03-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:30:15.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU ARE SPECIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!? Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get myself either. Why? Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I doubt you're even having a thought about this, never - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Probably having too much thoughts on the another side? But, I dont &amp;amp; i wont blame you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8605329503473783205?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8605329503473783205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8605329503473783205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8605329503473783205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8605329503473783205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-special-why-tell-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6126358785805244775</id><published>2009-03-02T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:47:27.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is only one happiness in life, to love and to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self -centered, are you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wish to judge you completely from just a few incidents or perhaps, 1 incident?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you're oblivious to it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully, they are wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;must be&lt;/strong&gt; and it &lt;strong&gt;has to be&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All i know is that, you're really extraordinary to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i hope you know that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope my thinkings will not be led astray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6126358785805244775?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6126358785805244775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6126358785805244775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6126358785805244775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6126358785805244775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-only-one-happiness-in-life-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8179509256863645043</id><published>2009-03-02T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:23:57.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come to realize that days are passing by real quickly. Indubitably, it is already the 1st day of the 3rd month in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of the 2months which have passed by so unknowingly, I have known for myself that things have certainly changed from time to time. Be it for the good or the bad, maybe time speaks for itself. Maybe I’ve come to realize one’s character and feelings towards the subject ‘me’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, oh well, I think that I’ve had enough of the ‘I didn’t know that’ kind of feeling anymore. It’s really ludicrous when you realize that things are not as simple as you presuppose they are. Hmm, I’ve got a question to post to everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Will you rather treasure what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Will you try and make something out of what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first option is about treasuring something which you know that will always be there for you when you need it. &amp;amp; you know that it makes everything good &amp;amp; ideal for you. No worries, no troubles, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You realized that it really shows you the care and concern, being the world to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst, the second option is about making something out of what you have. Knowing that it means a lot to you, however, sad to say, it is a little vice versa of the first option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean here is that, of course, we can’t expect everything to go as smooth as you want them to be. A little bumpy ride makes the ride more memorable compared to a smooth and featureless ride. Don’t you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, option 1 or 2 for you? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8179509256863645043?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8179509256863645043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8179509256863645043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8179509256863645043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8179509256863645043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-march-2009-i-have-just-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1931661541457300779</id><published>2009-03-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:21:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick sucks big time! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m down with an exasperating flu + an irksome cough + an erratic fever! :\ Like what on earth right. It’s like a SUPER COMBO of all the 3 luh! :\ Gosh. Sucks big time! Even as I’m typing this, I’m like sneezing on and on. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Queenstown Sec Band is having a concert, &amp;amp; I was asked to go down with XIAOLING. Awwww. But I think I’m giving it a miss cos of my freaking sicknesses! *YACKKKKS! I think I look kinda haggard today. I need a rest! :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, all the BP GRADUTING CLASSES WENT DOWN TO EAST COAST PARK to build SANDCASTLES! Honestly, it was greatooooo! Now, I know how to build pretty sandcastles on the beach! :D:D YAY! I think it takes practice. &amp;amp; of course, lessons were learnt today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the outing, I met up with Fiona to help her with her POA @ the CCK National Library. I only managed to reach home @ bout 9pm++ :X Heh! Sis joined us @ bout 6pm++ (: &amp;amp; okayyy, I know you folks will be freaked out after knowing what my screwy sis ate today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Fins and Feathers’!? HAHAHAHA! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, my eyes are automatically closing now &amp;amp; I’ve gotta go to my dreamland! :D Goodnight folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1931661541457300779?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1931661541457300779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1931661541457300779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1931661541457300779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1931661541457300779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/28th-february-2009-being-sick-sucks-big.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-2332468202863849617</id><published>2009-02-25T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:01:00.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL THE BEST FOR CTs PEOPLE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice will be taking a break from blogging! :D:D CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-2332468202863849617?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2332468202863849617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=2332468202863849617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2332468202863849617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/2332468202863849617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-best-for-cts-people-d-eunice-will.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1641828752579131503</id><published>2009-02-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:18:44.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21st February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up superrr early to go down to Queenstown Sec. They were having a band exchange programme with 4 other schools! (West Wood Sec, Si Ling Sec, Yuan Ching Sec &amp;amp; Coral Sec.) Like wowwww right! I was able to learn a lot more about an Indoor Band Comp today! (Having a set piece and so on.) Gees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s with the sounds of a donkey today. But, XIAOLING and YL kept, ‘ eeee-yorrrrr-ing ’ ? XIAOLING started the whole donkey thingyyy, like ultra random can!? Nobody mentioned about any donkeys or animals, &amp;amp; she started her own randomisations. Why out of every animal, a donkey? GAGS! &amp;amp; of course, it did remind me of ‘somebody laaa. HAHA! The word ‘Donkey’ is like a sensitive word ehhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, this donkey thingyyy lasted the whole day! -.- Can you imagine? They kept, ‘ eeee-yorrrrr-ing ’, talking about donkeys!? (The way Donkeys breathe &amp;amp; who sounded like a Grandma Donkey and so on..) Seems like they have a lot to say about the topic ‘Donkeys’. HAHA! :D:D They have their tongue at cheek luh! Goodness. We laughed damn hysterically till XIAOLONG started to cry.. HAHA! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tiong Bahru Plaza after their exchange programme! :D:D It was my first time there. &amp;amp; no, I’m not any mountain tortoise okayyy. HAHA! :D They had several nice shops there! &amp;amp; I bought some Korea Rubberbands from there. Got one for sis &amp;amp; myself though. Gees! :D:D The saleswoman kept pestering me to buy them luh. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch with KUMAR, SADRELINE and others. Can’t really remember their names :X:X Ops. I find the name SADRELINE pretty unique, that’s why I can remember hers! (: HAHA! We chit-chatted for like almost 2 to 3 hours? Talking about Band Comps, Bands, and yaa-daahhh, yaaa-daahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH. &amp;amp; of course, we started to get annoyed to know that we’re a silver band by name. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yes, it super irks us. Like, hello? It is for everyone to see if we are a silver band or not. Perceptibly, we are not equivalent to all the silver bands out there. (Sorry if I offended anyone out there.) But of course, I do know the reasons for the result we got. &amp;amp; still, it’s superrrrrrrr annoying &amp;amp; we won’t relinquish on it because we know what we are. This is not about self-belief, self-obsession or over-confidence and so on. This is about going the extra mile to prove that we are not what you presuppose we are. Alright, enough on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have a siesta now, am ultra tired after the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1641828752579131503?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1641828752579131503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1641828752579131503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1641828752579131503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1641828752579131503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/21st-february-2009-today-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8072413865662639887</id><published>2009-02-22T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:15:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for West Zone Volleyball Finals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B’Division Volleyball Girls : CHAMPION.&lt;br /&gt;B’Division Volleyball Boys : 1st Runner up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ultra exhausting cheering the girls on, screaming our heads off like there was no tomorrow. Goodness! Dominant, we were! Due to the fact that BPGHS had only sent a few classes to support our volleyballers at the stadium, we were perceptibly having softer cheers compared to SQSS as their attendance there was like twice our school’s? They had loud-hailers and everything laaaa. Nevertheless, the BPIAN spirit had always been there, &amp;amp; of course, we ensured that we sounded as loud as them, &amp;amp; indubitably, we somehow were :D HEE! *YACKKKKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t stay any longer after the Girls’ match though. Consequently, I gave the Boys’ match a miss. Gees! Felt ultra pooped after cheering my lungs out. HEE! :D So much so, my voice was affected thereafter. The volleyball girls were super sweet as they thanked the supporters with a bow as a team! Like, sweet! They said,  “Wuzhong, Xie Xie Ni!!! (BPGHS, THANKYOU!!)” It certainly gave me a quick flashback on our Band Comp days 2006 &amp;amp; 2008, when the whole school was in front of us, cheering us on @ the National Stadium after the results. Like, wowww, touching uhhh ): It definitely gave me goosebumps. Now, even if you were to ask me about how I felt back on those days, I can specifically tell you my emotions for both of the unforgettable days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to today. After watching the match and so on, I somehow had the motivation to play as well too. Though I’m definitely at a far stretch from it, I’m just gonna put in what I know for volleyball. After all, it’s a leisure activity which I enjoy :D:D WHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I went to meet sis after getting done @ the stadium. It’s been quite sometime since I met and caught up with sis I guess. (Wait, I made it sound like it’s been really long.) Gees! But, it’s just about week? HAHA! :D:D Missing someone for me is like… missing my mobile phone? I can’t live without my mobile phone, &amp;amp; that is for sure! HAHA! :D:D It’s like, it has already been a part of my life! :X Ohmyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please cheer up and leave the gloomy days behind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8072413865662639887?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8072413865662639887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8072413865662639887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8072413865662639887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8072413865662639887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/19th-february-2009-results-for-west.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-992311611973144655</id><published>2009-02-22T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:14:48.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATS to our B’division Volleyball Girls &amp;amp; Boys for getting into the West Zone finals! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WUZHONG will be right behind ya’all!&lt;br /&gt;Be it a defeat or a victory, it is certainly praiseworthy for coming this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few classes will be supporting our volleyballers @ the stadium tomorrow :D I am definitely excited for it! Wheeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-992311611973144655?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/992311611973144655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=992311611973144655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/992311611973144655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/992311611973144655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/18th-february-2009-congrats-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8878862345599896521</id><published>2009-02-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:13:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SaD6ChVoqhI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wCqysMZEMFo/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SaD6ChVoqhI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wCqysMZEMFo/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515282258242066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 Ladies Of The Day! (From Left: Yulian, Yanting, Fiona, Eunice, Yunying, Valerie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SaD6Cp2rYkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/HKT1MFni-r0/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SaD6Cp2rYkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/HKT1MFni-r0/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515284544315970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first take when YL missed out on my face. HAWHAW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8878862345599896521?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8878862345599896521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8878862345599896521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8878862345599896521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8878862345599896521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-was-first-take-when-yl-missed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ9pFVZKO6M/SaD6ChVoqhI/AAAAAAAAA5w/wCqysMZEMFo/s72-c/DSC00744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-8325729986910692356</id><published>2009-02-22T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:08:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day mates! :D:D Happy Valentine’s Day to one &amp;amp; all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have a valentine, enjoy &amp;amp; cherish the moments spent with your valentine yah? (: Today shall be as special as it is every other days! (: To those who are Valentine-less, there’s nothing for you to be fretting about, because you’re not alone! :D:D WRAAHAAA! I’m sure that everyone has a special someone whom is your nearest and dearest! Be it a friend and so on. Hmm. Therefore, why not just take a day off to spend some quality time with them yes :D Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE’s vday this year was spent @ Sentosa with Valerie, Yulian, Fiona, Samson, Yunying &amp;amp; Yanting! :D:D YIPSYIPS! FUNFUNFUN + lots more of funnnnnn. We played Beach Volleyball, Beach Soccer, Touch Rugby, Captains’ Ball &amp;amp; not forgetting, we played along the beach where I got wet, thanks to this someone eh. Heh :D Beach Volleyball was ultra pleasurable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played it with some Caucasian girls &amp;amp; some guys who randomly suggested to play with us when we were playing Touch Rugby. WHEEEEE. The guys though I didn’t understand Chinese! D: Like, hey I do okayy! (: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually planned to play till the evening, but I decided to meet sis up to get her bag &amp;amp; KW’s present. Consequently, I went to Vivo to meet sis up together with Fiona! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; GUESS WHAT? The poopy me didn’t know it was for vday pls -.- *YACKKKS! I’m truly sorry sis :\ Well, today was exhausting yet greatooo! :D:D WHEEEEE. CHEERS TO ALL FOR THIS VALENTINE’S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-8325729986910692356?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8325729986910692356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=8325729986910692356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8325729986910692356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/8325729986910692356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/14th-february-2009-good-day-mates-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1246407649063102910</id><published>2009-02-22T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:54:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just made me cry. Sigh. &amp;amp; definitely, she’s soon to cry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not want to ponder over this situation right now nor any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is to happen, will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m honestly surprised to know that she feels exactly the same way my other friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I’m speechless about this. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m harebrained to be thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Ridiculous. Is it? Ohhhh. Whatever Eunice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1246407649063102910?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1246407649063102910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1246407649063102910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1246407649063102910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1246407649063102910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/8th-february-2009-screams-she-just-made.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-1535899077116867087</id><published>2009-02-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:18:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I met up with &lt;strong&gt;Liling&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; a veryyyy much missed, &lt;strong&gt;Celestine&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st conversation (Feat. Liling, Celestine &amp;amp; I.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celestine to Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; (Waves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Liling &amp;amp; Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liling to Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; You know who is she? (Pointing at Celestine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Liling:&lt;/span&gt; Uhhhh, dont know...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liling to Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; HUH! You know who is Celestine right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Liling:&lt;/span&gt; Uhhhh, yahhhhhh...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liling to Eunice&lt;/span&gt;: She is CELESTINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Liling:&lt;/span&gt; REALLYYY??? OMG! I thought she was your new JC school mate!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liling to Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; (Laughs) NO LAAA! SHE IS CELESTINE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Liling:&lt;/span&gt; HUHHH!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[LAUGHS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; You are Celestine???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celestine to Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; Yahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liling to Eunice:&lt;/span&gt; Of course laaaaa! Then you thought who?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liling to Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; You know who is she right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; Yahhhhhh, EUNICE! (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice to Celestine:&lt;/span&gt; OMG. SORRYYYYY! I couldn't recognise you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can imagine how embarrassed i was :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even recognise my own friend, what a poop! GAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, claps to LILING for her pretty one-sided backpack! HAHA! :D (&lt;br /&gt;It was ultra funny laaaaa. MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, i fell on some bags in - &lt;em&gt;Sports Connection&lt;/em&gt;? Cant exactly remember the shop's name. Ultimately, the point is that i fell on the bags which were placed on the floor! HAHA! :D Goodness! Thanks to HUR-HURMMMM.. (We-know-who.) Gags! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-1535899077116867087?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1535899077116867087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=1535899077116867087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1535899077116867087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/1535899077116867087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-met-up-with-liling-veryyyy-much.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-7906703771405290569</id><published>2009-02-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:58:22.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))))))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I desperately need a shoulder right now!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Not that i'm missing any shoulders, but i need someone else's! )))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-7906703771405290569?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7906703771405290569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=7906703771405290569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7906703771405290569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/7906703771405290569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/uuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-4723912463139937270</id><published>2009-02-09T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:40:56.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9th February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, i somehow feel&lt;strong&gt; PHYSICALLY&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;EMOTIONALLY&lt;/strong&gt; tired! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly believe that i shouldn't handle more than what i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't keep all of my emotions to myself. (Now that i know how emotional people come about.) (Maybe drawing circles can help?) Ohhh shut. I just realised that it somehow affects the way i come to grips with the matters i face. Hmm. One word to describe today? &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; :\ Not because of anyone, but maybe i should say that it is because of a certain matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' i-know-who no. 1 ' and ' i-know-who no. 2 ' do know about it. &amp;amp; they've helped me along. Seriously, it feels so silly whenever i'm to think about why i'm fretting over it, again &amp;amp; yet, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, i'm still&lt;strong&gt; unsure&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure about why i'm feeling this way :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it's because of what people tell me? Or &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; it's really how i feel inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt; i shouldn't let people's thinkings affect me. But &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; i'm being too positive at times, thinking that everything happens for a reason and trying to be the one who tries to understand. All the 'Maybe-s'. I am certainly not being paranoid here. I was actually fine with the way everything was going. Though i had random thoughts, they weren't as deep. But recently, several questions were brought up to me. &amp;amp; it certainly gave me a knock to my head. Hmm, what else? I was left speechless :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the questions were, it made sense at times. Raising a question to myself, " Am i being way too positive? " Sigh. So much so, the extreme happened. It felt ultra hurtful that i was left dropping countless beads of tears onto my pillow last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping it to myself.. Honestly, it feels so ridiculous thinking about such stuffs even up till now. UGHHHH! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you might be thinking, " What's with EUNICE's post today man, everything seemed fine. " But this is what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-4723912463139937270?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4723912463139937270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=4723912463139937270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4723912463139937270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/4723912463139937270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary-i-somehow-feel-physically.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219675387001612491.post-6519329684307074807</id><published>2009-02-07T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:46:01.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A note to myself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to &lt;strong&gt;MOVE ON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider your &lt;strong&gt;PRIORITIES&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219675387001612491-6519329684307074807?l=the--highroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6519329684307074807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219675387001612491&amp;postID=6519329684307074807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6519329684307074807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219675387001612491/posts/default/6519329684307074807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the--highroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-myself-its-time-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472189495349715972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
