<?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-20190965</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:31:32.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*- MS royalty .</title><subtitle type='html'>im your mind :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-3757678926662447305</id><published>2008-04-22T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:03:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Truely&lt;/span&gt;, I feel that I've been blessed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;upteen&lt;/span&gt; times, but I just don't really feel it so much . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; , that's one of my flaws I guess . But God is trying to help me realise that one step at a time :D . Even though I am guilty of not coming to church for a few times nowadays, and I prayed for forgiveness that I didn't make it, He gave mercy to me . That's just way too sweet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blessing at a time; Those never-ending revelations . Now more than ever, I wish for Him to guide me in everything I do. And I know He's listening .  &lt;3 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well . Once a kid, always a kid . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME to get crazy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwootwoot&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OOOOO&lt;/span&gt; guess wad ? :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MATTHEW HELPED ME PASS MY BIO .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS . very little reaction came from my parents tho T3T . they just shove it off... i tink . oh well . BLEHH . hmph . weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tnx :D .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-3757678926662447305?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/3757678926662447305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=3757678926662447305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3757678926662447305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3757678926662447305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2008/04/truely-i-feel-that-ive-been-blessed-for.html' title=''/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-7217819961296856684</id><published>2008-04-16T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:52:00.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the horror of ugly .</title><content type='html'>THE HORROR . the horror . the horror .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just irritating . i swear . i hear ugly words . i feel ugly with them around . i see ugly when i see them .&lt;br /&gt;it's not the dictionary type of ugly . it's MY type of ugly :D . guess guess guess . that's my school life . but either way x)) . since i randomly thought about ugly , i searched out a poem . hohoho .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Ugly Couple&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Mister Horrible Head and Miss Ugliness Face&lt;br /&gt;are the ugliest couple alive.&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed they're so ugly that people run screaming&lt;br /&gt;whenever they see them arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say they're misshapen, repulsive and vile,&lt;br /&gt;or cadaverous, gruesome and gross.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe hideous, grisly, repellent and shocking,&lt;br /&gt;disgusting, unpleasant, morose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call them unsightly, or horrid or scary,&lt;br /&gt;or monstrous or frightful or bad.&lt;br /&gt;You can call them whatever you like, but to me&lt;br /&gt;they will always be called "Mom and Dad."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet right ? D: . fuzzy feelings coming out . bahh . im still having happy times right now :3 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... we can have a sleepover right about now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-7217819961296856684?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/7217819961296856684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=7217819961296856684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/7217819961296856684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/7217819961296856684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2008/04/horror-of-ugly.html' title='the horror of ugly .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-2191780768774251192</id><published>2008-02-11T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:10:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAHHHHHH long pte ltd .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIES MOVIES AND MORE MOVIEESSS &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have just got to love them. Sometimes they bring you to lala land .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO WATCH CLOVERFIELD . I GURANTEE IT'S AWESOME . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though it's not showing anymore, just go buy the disc .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't  come complaining to me that I recommended you though .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm , ah long pte ltd was funny xD . don't believe those people when they say it's not nice . their minds aren't mature enough ;x LOL  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't really mean I'm mature too :D but i know mature jokes pretty well .&lt;br /&gt;g-greatly influenced by my one-week job attachment from school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has been protecting and helping me in various ways nowadays . And I'm grateful for that . I really needed time ever since I dropped my a math and joined art &gt;_&lt;'' He postponed our church chorale practice just a few hours before it . Wen Xin reported sick .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL . I have no idea whether I should rejoice or not . xDD . Well, it's alright . Brothers and Sisters go through hardships together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next chorale practice , Wen Xin spread her cough to me . And some others . And we all fell sick . Unity of sickness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'M LOSING MY TIME . i still have 16 more drawings to draw DD: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my art teacher is a devil . trust me on this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYAA ALL &lt;333 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-2191780768774251192?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/2191780768774251192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=2191780768774251192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/2191780768774251192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/2191780768774251192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2008/02/aahhhhhh-long-pte-ltd.html' title='AAHHHHHH long pte ltd .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-3527185771747167770</id><published>2008-01-14T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:41:42.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get serious .</title><content type='html'>yepp . lets get serious . wad happened nwadays ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well .. I HAD SLEEPOVER 2 TIMES IN A ROW . ;D . every sat . i mean .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st one christopher, yuki, ivan , matthew and gordon came :DD . but chris cant sleepover =/ . awwww . it's ok . moppie's your substitute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s . yuki keeps molesting it . . hide yourself when you see him . ^_^ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt n i kept on playing de tickling and disturbing-each-other game :DDDD . even tho i tink it was short, it was fun . YAY . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd oneeeeee ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only yuki gordon and ivan . =/ .  and SOMEONE said dey had 2 study for tests . T-T'' . bt went out playing instead LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan n i were left at my home alone tgt when my parents went 2 pick yuki n gordon up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE PSP CHIONGING . WOOOTTTTTT . THE MADDNESS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANA DO IT AGAIN !! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most important thing ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WON IVAN IN BATHNG . HAH . I DIDN'T CHEAT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls can bathe faster den guys after all ;x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wun tease no more . ;x . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm . oh yea . another thing i wana note .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hu wana sleepover ? :DDDDDD . IM STILL ANTICIPATING FUN IN MY  HOUSE XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's been a looong time since ive had a sleepover.  and im addicted to it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GIMME A COMMENT ;D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveyou all ~ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-3527185771747167770?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/3527185771747167770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=3527185771747167770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3527185771747167770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3527185771747167770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-get-serious.html' title='lets get serious .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-228881428918028067</id><published>2008-01-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:32:51.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campp . random . ;D</title><content type='html'>LOL . it's been ages since i've updatedd xDD  . still don't have the blogging spirit in me ;3 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYSSSSS .  lemme note something fun dat i did  during de hols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH CAMP .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE BEST .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GROUP IS ADAM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT ROCKED .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE A SONG ABT ME .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVAN MY TEACHER OF BLASPHAMY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUJESUS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D . and im bored ~_~ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-228881428918028067?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/228881428918028067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=228881428918028067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/228881428918028067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/228881428918028067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2008/01/campp-random-d.html' title='campp . random . ;D'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-3640882967535197948</id><published>2007-12-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:37:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah tai ..:D</title><content type='html'>I think...I'm getting emo ...and slow again . It's really hard to explain this though . Even after my great grandmother's death, even after those short times of crying over her, my heart still can't get over it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drew a random picture of a little girl looking as if she's crying tears of joy and it just struck me . The dream that i had just yesterday . The only thing I remembered was that ... I went to the past, and tried to nurse my great grandmother to good health so that she wouldn't leave us . My last glimpse of the dream was only her smile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I get this kind of dream right now , and not that few months ago ? . I'm just stating the obvious though . I know I'm acting really weak right now but I just can't seem to get over it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a gift ... A gift in return . Just last Friday, I've got my ever first pay of my very first job in my entire life . Even if it was only $100, that was the first time I've spent on my great grandmother - even if it was only just $20 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first $20 went to the her . That just snapped me out of it . My first gift to her and she's not even there to say a word of 'thank you'. Just a smile from my dream .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that was just enough to make me cry .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-3640882967535197948?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/3640882967535197948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=3640882967535197948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3640882967535197948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3640882967535197948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/12/ah-tai-d.html' title='ah tai ..:D'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-8513002930880828439</id><published>2007-11-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:16:20.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a VERY tiring day .</title><content type='html'>weeeess . muahaha . i tink i've gone mad . shud i talk in proper english ? i tink i shud .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AHEM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok . What happened 2 days ago (13 Nov, tuesday for people who doesn't know how to count :D) was something that I wanted to go through again and...not to go through again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at my school foyer on a rolly-chair ( thank goodness ) with a table, from &lt;strong&gt;8am to 5pm &lt;/strong&gt;( 9 hours for people who doesn't know how to count; again ! :D see how kind I am- ok, back to topic . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied myself to elective art; it's a the same thing as Art, the subject but I have to do it after my co-curriculum . The (oh-so-terrifying-ex-commando-in-the-army-who-recently-joined-my-school-but-was-later-exposed-that-he-was-just-an-engineer-working-for-the-army) art teacher gave me this exam. To sit in  the foyer. For 9 hours. To do this art project that was supposed to be done in 3 weeks . But I have to do it in that &lt;strong&gt;pathetic &lt;/strong&gt;9 hours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't really complain though . To say the truth, I really enjoyed those hours . Except in the morning when a bunch of prefects sat infront of me and chatted real loudly and talked across the foyer to another friend of theirs . Some beautiful prefects the teachers chose . I can &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; understand them . They and their early morning &lt;em&gt;cheenaa&lt;/em&gt; drama serials . Urgh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed the day before the exam though . ^_^ God gave me the chance that I really wanted . To pursue the path of the ART . weeee . Ok, not so very english . ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways , it was hard work x.x'' I had to do like 20+ sketches of the stimuli that I chose; psychedelic . After that, I did 4 thumbnails of different paintings . And I did my final piece . All in 9 hours . My heart was very relieved when I finally finished it . But the day isnt over YET ! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to join the choir by my &lt;em&gt;dear &lt;/em&gt;friend Matthew ^_~ . &lt;&lt;&lt;-- note: it's a two face face . not a smile and a wink . :D . But don't think of this as a negative comment . Read on ^-^ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought the choir members to be scarier o.O . In a way that they sound so 'pro' until I feel very inferior . xD .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first entered the church, I heard Norman singing the song 'Once Again'. It gives me the goosebumps . I'm serious . And it had a nice feeling to it too . Surprisingly, I went to the sopranos . Applause please ! xD . Muahaha . God gave me &lt;strong&gt;another &lt;/strong&gt;chance that I always wanted . :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just asking God to create a miracle in my mum =/ . She joined me in the audition for the choir . She's in the alto . But the thing is, she told me that she couldn't catch up and that she wanted to quit . Please pray for this :D . She was a choir member when she was young too ! . And she won the 2st prize in a contest ~-~ woot . power .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end , I find the church choir very relaxing and friendly xD . So don't angry Matthew :D . I'm grateful to you that you invited me to the choir ^-^. Actually another person invited me to the chorale but he didn't show up . So much for inviting me T 3T . LOL . Hope his life goes well o.O''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR . This the last update . Until I have something to talk about :D . NIGHT . Piles of homework await me just behind me . My bed . Stacked with them . =/ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-8513002930880828439?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/8513002930880828439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=8513002930880828439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/8513002930880828439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/8513002930880828439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-tiring-day.html' title='a VERY tiring day .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-5401361243601134447</id><published>2007-10-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:12:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pulau ubin biking WOOT .</title><content type='html'>this ... was what i was looking forward to for de past &lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt; weeks !! . WOOT . PULAU UBINNN YAYYY . it was &lt;strong&gt;uber&lt;/strong&gt; fun . seriously . the 1st thing dat i saw when i went out of the house . a black sky . ~woahh . =-='' and my dad says that it'll &lt;em&gt;probably &lt;/em&gt;rain . o.O . good observing skills .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; rain . heavily . because of my current cough and sore throat, the cold wind isnt really good 4 me T-T. strange thing is, by instinct, i closed my eyes and prayed that the rain would stop xP . i just felt the need to  =/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum stayed at home , and my dad was bringing me to church :DD yay . lucky xD . we stopped at the carpark just beside the church and went 2 de market 2 eat :DD . that's right ... THE FAMOUS CHICKEN WING STALL . ~raise your hands to your cheeks everyone ! . O-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prawn noodles . oooo . hw long have i nt eaten dat xD . who noes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the church . filled with people with 3/4 pants n &lt;em&gt;shorts . gladys n i were de only ones wearing track pants . YAY . im nt alone . GLADYS IS BY MY SIDE .  ok ... nt by my side bt , she's on my side :DD . mmm . we went up the bus dats gona take us 2 ubin .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 1st step i took on the bus = shiver n have goosebumps . i sat with this girl hu took photography as a poly sub . i tink x.x'' . im still dying 2 noe her name tho xD . she's zhen wei's sis :D . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we talked last time after the amazing race .  she was really sweet ^-^ . i was grouped wif my twin sister's grp :DD . CARINE . and stacy and stacia and trina and tracy and felicia and..... some people dat i 4gt &gt;_&lt; '' short term memory ~-~ cant blame me TT-TT .  ppl say dat de sea is smelly . i dun smell anything .____. mayb im having a flu nw =-= .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we reached de island , we got our bikes . AND WE'RE OFF . to three different directions . =-=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, the whole thing's a boring thing 2 tell unless u go and experience it wif urself . my lunch was only a coconut :DD  .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the end of the day, all of us were tired and had a big smile on our faces . OBVIOUSLY its fun rite xD MUAHAHAA . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink dere's a lot of injuries =-= MATTHEW . the record breaker of having his neck, hands and knee scrapped by the rocky sharp rocks on the steep slopes :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my case, when i tell u ,  u tink i am a stupid person ~_~ .  well , i was having fun cycling thru de long long steep slope . and  i was going VERY VERY fast . n at de end, dere's a slightly sharp turn 2 de right . and i didnt make it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up wif 16 cuts on my knee (i counted . ) and 6 blue blacks . and my track pants tore . aww .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR . dats all i gota say . xD ive gt alot of things 2 do dis holiday . too much dat i cant even relax now x.x''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well . CYAA ;D . i'm end dis . dis post . nt ending my life .  ~-~''&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/20190965-5401361243601134447?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/5401361243601134447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=5401361243601134447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/5401361243601134447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/5401361243601134447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/10/pulau-ubin-biking-woot.html' title='pulau ubin biking WOOT .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-8157310151648770403</id><published>2007-10-09T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:12:36.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream .</title><content type='html'>haha . just woke up xD normally i wont realli post something after being this sleepy but... ive got something to say .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe that dreams are somewhat like visions or facts ? even if it repeats demselves ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no definite answer dat it's true but ... i kinda believe it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt this long time ago; i was walking on a small staircase, with beautiful designs that resembles youth . mostly like some of those checkered ones . den my dream ended . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i dreamt of almost the whole thing . i think x.x''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing dat happened in my dream was meeting this man; long white hair, dressed in somewhat a yukata... but it isnt . his clothings can tell you straight that he is somewhat of royalty . he held out a hand to me , and i took it . it was snowing by the way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, he began to fly me to alot of places . (( note: we're already in mid-air x.x'')) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he flew me to a place that is deeply covered with snow . the snow was shining . very beautiful TT-TT  . after that, we went to a waterfall that's still running ! . usually in winter you don't see waterfalls . dey're frozen . i guess . idk . leave that fact to the landscape pro ppl . that person who was flying with me said finally spoke, saying 'ice cave' . xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i realised it, there was a cave behind that waterfall o.O . we went through the waterfall and went into the cave . i closed my eyes at that time . but when i went into the cave, the whole scenary changed . it wasnt an ice cave . it was a very big house . with the staircase in my long-ago dream . we went up the staircase; now it's full of toys around it xD . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we reached a door . when i opened it , i saw a very typical but beautiful scene xD . the skies were blue with puffy clouds and the grass so so green . and i tink i saw something shining from afar . i have no idea what's that though . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that everything went blurr , and i was with this guy called ya-something-jin . o.O'' he was fighting with the man that i was having fun with just a minute ago ! T-T .the scary thing is, the ya-something-jin guy was trying to protect me from him =-='' and he has this invisible twin of him; idk yy i can see it but it's like a zombie o.O black skin and torn apart clothes . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body suddenly moved and tried to jump down. ((note: we were on a roof while the white-haired man was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; flying ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is...the white-haired man became an eagle and flew me back up o.O . 'saving' me , in a way, from that zombified guy there =-='' , he flew me back to the place where i started ; the place full of shining snow. then we went all over again, seeing the waterfall, going through the ice cave etc . we were smiling all the way ; especially when the cold wind of the snow breezed through us . when we reached the house , he said : 'my mouth is stiff.' LOL . i couldnt expect that answer out of him . i replied saying '-of smiling .' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;after that,  i was living in that big house . and i helped out with things like; putting the toys around the staircase properly; cleaning x.x'' but it was a joyful thing . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely, dey had an electrical shop of somewhat like that in that house =-='' something like those white white rooms with washing machiens and other utensils . i saw a product drop out of the shelf . i have no idea why but when i saw the place where it dropped out, which was in the middle of this package , it was my enemy's belonging . as in my school enemy . but then, i helped putting my enemy's belonging back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was thinking about this one thought, i left my dream . what was the thought about ? '' is that white-haired man God ?'' xD haha . laugh if you want to , but i have that kind of premonition . it was as if He was showing me His kingdom . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot explain that 'love' kind of feeling whenever i'm around him . it's more like a fatherly love, a very close one . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what comments i'll have =-='' but yea, that's what i tink . even if it wasnt true, i tink it was a very beautiful dream .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-8157310151648770403?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/8157310151648770403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=8157310151648770403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/8157310151648770403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/8157310151648770403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/10/dream.html' title='a dream .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-2578466740847403505</id><published>2007-09-21T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:09:56.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing race orchard on 14th sept 07 . :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RAWRRRRRR . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a looong time since i blogged muahaha . does ppl like 2 read my thoughts so much ? ;/ im still losing the motivation 2 blog xD . boring TT-TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeaaa . i wana blog abt de amazing race a week ago xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE 4TH OF SEPTEMBER 2007 ; i went crazy in my mind body and soul . WOOOTTT . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ending line is dat its fun larhs . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm . we came to de church at 7:30 plus barhs  x.x'' we watched this bible movie dats onli 15 mins . EACH . dere's 4 movies altogether :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really loved those movies though ;x .  inspires me a lot . the thing dat i was shocked abt was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked God abt things like : is there any reassurance that i am walking the right path ? is God even in my life ? is there proof ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun reali noe yy bt these questions kip popping up in my mind . especially this sentence : God forgives your every mistake and gives you a chance, but if you do it too many times, he will give up on you . it might nt realy sound correct bt ...dats wad i remembered . learnt dat in confirmation class ~-~ . ohh wells . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i find dat God gave me those answers straight in my face . those movies are my answers :D . although it's a little hazy but , nonetheless, its a sign xD . TY DADDY ~~ &lt;33 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeee . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways , after the movies , WE WERE REGROUPED . WOOT . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in gladys' grp xDD . and.. 2 other bb boys ....uhh wad was deir names again....chuan huat and...uhhh ... i onli rmbr him by his nickname ...AH PEK . WOOT . DEY ROCK MAN . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never was reali close 2 bb boys . though dey're scary TT-TT . but nw i treat dem as if deyre my brothers 4 life xD . another 2 bb boys i knew was...uhmm x.x''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackie and ............short term memory larhs . cnnt rmbr x.x ohh well . when i rmbr den i put a note at de end of the post . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end , our team A lost . TO CHRISTOPHER . dat orchard know-it-all T-T . UNFAIR RAWRRRR . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS . im done 4 2dae . chatted too much . muaha .  CYAAA .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-2578466740847403505?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/2578466740847403505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=2578466740847403505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/2578466740847403505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/2578466740847403505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazing-race-orchard-on-14th-sept-07-d.html' title='amazing race orchard on 14th sept 07 . :D'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-4847640186764486348</id><published>2007-09-07T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:48:54.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voodoo . o.O</title><content type='html'>hmmm . what to write today . OH YEAAH . i've heard of this neat thing that people used to do in the past . it sounds kinda freaky actually . more like scary =-='' &lt;br /&gt;ohh well , here's the gist of it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was actually this ritual called 'kodoku' in japanese . in this ritual, their normal supplies are &lt;strong&gt;insects&lt;/strong&gt; . lo and behold . off all things , &lt;em&gt;INSECTS&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways , the caster; the person who started the ritual will gather alot of insects like .... centipedes, ants, cockroaches etc and put them all in to a jar . then, you dig a hole in the ground and put the jar in it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it there for like 3 months and then you dig it up again . you'll only see a single insect left. that is the result of &lt;em&gt;kodoku&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is there only one insect left ? common knowledge. the insects can not survive without food for three whole months. that's why they devour each other, with only the strongest alive. quite a cruel technique don't you think ?  even if it's insects, it's tragic =-='' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that only insect left alive, the owner will be rich with the insect's 'wealth' but in return he must feed it. with human flesh. if the owner is to obsessed with his riches and neglects that particular insect, the insect devours its owner. creepy eh ?\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the owner can also use this insect to &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; the person that he hates the most . a perfect murder weapon . how does he kill? most of the cases , the owner will deliver an unknown package full of money to the person he despise. he will then hide the insect within the package, of course, not feeding it at all. so, when the person gets the package, he will celebrate with his sudden strike of luck, but in the end, he will be killed. by an insect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows ? this might be the reason to all of the mystery murders that were shown on television a few years back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you wana know what i think....IT'S WAYYY TOO CREEPY T-T . but truthfully, i wass quite facinated with this story . but i would never ponder on this in the future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-&lt;'' this is a very rarely used voodoo trick in the olden ages and is probably gone today . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO DON'T DO THIS AT HOME KIDS ;DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-4847640186764486348?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/4847640186764486348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=4847640186764486348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/4847640186764486348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/4847640186764486348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/09/voodoo-oo.html' title='voodoo . o.O'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-3309012038972919585</id><published>2007-09-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:05:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves &lt;3</title><content type='html'>my mummie told me to pour this big bucket full of water and flowers on my head after i bathe . and pick up the pieces and throw it away .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after bathing, i poured it on myself .&lt;br /&gt;i picked up the pieces .&lt;br /&gt;actually , i picked up one piece that has a very colourful bud. and at that time i was hungry :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo ....i threw it away . ...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK . i &lt;u&gt;bite&lt;/u&gt; that bud thingy T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HEPL IT . I WAS HUNGRY . SOBB . DON'T HATE ME .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if people can hate me for that, why be my friend ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 LOVES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways . the water tasted funny ~-~ . ;x LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im all alone at home . WOOT .&lt;br /&gt;i know christopher's envious right now . MUAHAHAHAH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and quiet at home x)) . but... i have a full stack of homework to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i didn't go to school for a whole week x.x rawr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS .  i wana learn guitarrrrrr . GUITAR . GUITARRR . zzz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana play like that . THAT . that is talent . that's what i think :DD please give yourself time to watch it . you'll see . you can't stop staring at it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7KpySFop5MA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7KpySFop5MA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lenIgwYd2C0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lenIgwYd2C0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-3309012038972919585?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/3309012038972919585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=3309012038972919585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3309012038972919585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/3309012038972919585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/09/loves-3.html' title='loves &lt;3'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20190965.post-4596463226792964023</id><published>2007-08-28T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:30:47.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration of tears .</title><content type='html'>If you really wanted to know what happened, please. Read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 27 2007, I awoke, alone, with dreamy eyes ; the sad appearance of the long lost tears at night . It was my father's birthday. On August 27. Just soon after, I've got a call from my mother. She told me to get dressed and come down. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;'s waiting for us. Patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down with proper attire and we set off to our desired destination. We all had a solemn look on our faces as we saw the banner ; Changi General Hospital. She's waiting for us. &lt;em&gt;Still&lt;/em&gt;. It was about 11am then, when we went up to see her, my mother's side of the family gathering around the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I rushed to the side of her bed, holding her hands, transparent beads dropping from our eyes and landing on the soft blanket that covered her frail old body. My great grandmother lied there, trying her best to keep herself breathing, alive. On August 27 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 26 2007, my family and I visited my great grandmother. I knew that my family wanted to bring her to the hospital, even though she said she didn't want to go and wished to stay home. On that day, my aunt, her daughther, lied. She told her that we would go out and have lunch. Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt. Why. I asked myself. She always wanted to go out with her family. Now she was prompted to go out, just as she always wished it would. For me, I felt that she was happy when she heard that sentence. I was not allowed to go with her. Before they set off, I knocked on the window of my father's car, calling my great grandmother. She turned around and gave me a slight smile, waving her hand at me. I was crying inside my heart. Invisible tears formed inside of me. She looked happy. But then, I knew that she would be taken to the hospital and all of her hopes. &lt;em&gt;Shattered&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 26, I was heart-broken. At night, when I went to visit her, I found her lying, on the bed, at the edge of the room, unconscious. My mother told me; When we reached the hospital, she had a sad look on her face. She could barely walk. The doctor examined and did tests on her. She was being injected with plenty of needles. Needles that hurt most painfully at the most sensitive of body parts. Why? My great grandmother was already 92. Why must she go through all of these sufferings? Her hopes of happiness, with just a gesture, became needles of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like a dead vegetable on the bed. On August 27, a priest came. He prayed for her, hoping that she would hear him and told her to not be afraid. 'If you were ever afraid, call upon Jesus to calm you down.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was praying, I examined her face features. Her cheek bone was twitching. She was smiling. No one noticed that. But me. I slept beside her after telling her that I was there, beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only great grandchild that she loved most. She smiled the most when I took a picture with her. She cared for me the most whenever I feel bored or sad. She loved me with all my heart. After a few more years, I grew up. I began to become distant towards her. It became that way until, I ignored her. I still answered what she questioned me, but I was not at her side. Any more. I always went upstairs to play the computer. Even with her incapability of climbing the stairs, she tried her best to go up the stairs. Because she was worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I be such a monster? Until now then I realised that. I was a heartless being, not worthy of her love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, it was 3pm. My mother asked me if I wanted to go back home and rest. I went up to her and told her that I would be going back home, with my mother taking care of her. She made a sound, a sign, telling me that she heard what I just said. I went back home, hoping that if anything happened, my mother would call me and I would be at her side, until she departed. On August 27 2007 at 3:57 pm, by the time I came back home, my great grandmother passed away. Think of it as a retribution of my cold attitude towards her that I was not with her at the end of her road but I know that she still loved me. &lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that people will be seperated from us one day but we will always be reunited, when we enter to the gates of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this I ask of Jesus Christ, bless my great grandmother and keep her safe in your arms. Keep her forever smiling, in the depths of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this story, with a Happy Birthday to my father and a Goodbye, to my great grandmother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20190965-4596463226792964023?l=thysnowywish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/feeds/4596463226792964023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20190965&amp;postID=4596463226792964023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/4596463226792964023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20190965/posts/default/4596463226792964023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thysnowywish.blogspot.com/2007/08/celebration-of-tears-story-that-is.html' title='celebration of tears .'/><author><name>`` xYAMI .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527219283060261019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHrO5j0OMLw/SV7gHVlTutI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQVQQm77Z9M/S220/Typing_Cat.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
