<?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-2561630737256898044</id><updated>2012-02-10T17:10:58.790+08:00</updated><category term='nails.'/><category term='a better start.'/><category term='-'/><category term='Shits.'/><category term='~Love My Gans~'/><category term='Band Exchange'/><category term='Have you forgotten me already?'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='I am confused.'/><category term='School&apos;s starting'/><category term='Yay Tomorrow can see you le.'/><category term='Still hungry~'/><category term='Hell is Heaven'/><category term='Hmm.'/><category term='-.-'/><category term='But the current friends I have are not just friends'/><category term='love You'/><category term='Love-ed.'/><category term='Destiny'/><category term='FUN'/><category term=':S'/><category term='I love it.'/><category term='Sickening guys.'/><category term='I love my flute and my sister more then anything else.'/><category term='Rumors said that you don&apos;t love me'/><category term='Sadded.'/><category term='Love my gan family.'/><category term='Just gonna stand there n watch me burn'/><category term='^^'/><category term='Is this what I really yearn for?'/><category term='Loving'/><category term='TEEHEES'/><category term='Three Days Is Like Three Years'/><category term='Missing.'/><category term='national day'/><category term='I wish that we will not have anymore misunderstanding.'/><category term='Bye.'/><category term='fucking posting results.'/><category term='Please Don&apos;t Hurt My Heart'/><category term='Tired.'/><category term='Glonee.'/><category term='Five more days.'/><category term='Tsk.'/><category term='Seeing You Hurt Makes My Heart Ache.'/><category term='Fucking assholes.'/><category term='Me and sally Forever Friends.'/><category term='Ugh.'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Hopefully'/><category term='Psst.'/><category term='Happy times~'/><category term='Terrified about it.'/><category term='Happy birthday'/><category term='I&apos;m provoked.'/><category term='.....'/><category term='Loving You Forever'/><category term='Zzz...'/><category term='More betrayal?'/><category term='Don&apos;t want to break heart.'/><category term='Boo Hoo'/><category term='Hahas.'/><category term='Fun days.'/><category term='Cheese'/><category term='Fortunately'/><category term='Sigh.'/><category term='Arioso~'/><category term='Quizes'/><category term='here I come.'/><category term='Useless fights ends up with useless trash.'/><category term='Immature cunts.'/><category term='Holidays come come'/><category term='FUCK.'/><category term='is that true ?'/><category term='Love My Gans Family~'/><category term=':P'/><category term='breaking apart is maybe the best thing to do.'/><category term='Nitghy.'/><category term='Ur Mum and Dad.'/><category term='Love nuisance pigs^^'/><category term='Darn fingers.'/><category term='Will I Be With You ? :x'/><category term='Feel like dying.'/><category term='IRENE...'/><category term='Give a damn about it.'/><category term='i hate him'/><category term='Extra.'/><category term='addicted to basketball. (:'/><category term='Love.'/><category term='I Love You So Much'/><category term='isn&apos;t it?'/><category term='Is Love Enternity ?'/><category term='T.T'/><category term='Double Cheese Burgers. (:'/><category term=')&apos;:'/><category term='Seeing You Hurt Makes My Heart Ached'/><category term='Haha.'/><category term='Stupid.'/><category term='Fuck-off'/><category term='I&apos;m 15. (:'/><category term='Don&apos;t be such an attention seeker.'/><category term='Seaside. (:'/><category term='Stop Taking Glonee away from me she doesn&apos;t even like it'/><category term='Life is too short for me to be angry at things this trivial.'/><category term='Think about it.'/><category term='thick-skinned.'/><category term='Secretly Loving You Is Harder Then Loving You'/><category term='Please reflect.'/><category term='Tsk Tsk Tsk.'/><category term='Yay.'/><category term='you ass.'/><category term='=.='/><category term='I am in love with numbers and Honeydew. (:'/><category term='I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You'/><category term='Ugh. Fucking month'/><category term='Did i even point a gun and stopped the whole class from not paying? -.-'/><category term='So sorry.'/><category term='Try to be in my shoes.(:'/><category term='):'/><category term='Depressing~'/><category term='Shit.'/><category term='they are my family.'/><category term='I don&apos;t want to go back to Black Canyon ever again. :('/><category term='I Missed My Sister'/><category term='Shits are useless.'/><category term='Happy times.'/><category term='If being in love was that easy.'/><category term='Please mend me. ):'/><category term='I don&apos;t like your attitude.'/><category term='Dinosaur *Roar*'/><category term='Since I entered that same room.'/><category term='Imperfect hole.'/><category term='Happy holidays.'/><category term='It didn&apos;t even had a name...'/><category term='Laughing at reality is something I forgotten how to.'/><category term='Fun day~'/><category term='Fuck You'/><category term='I didn&apos;t drink Honeydew today. :('/><category term='Broked heart girl'/><category term='True Friends fight for 5 mintues but True Friends stay together for the rest of their life.'/><category term='Childish.'/><category term='Sleepless nights.'/><category term='F.ucker'/><category term='More?'/><category term='Saving money for rainy days.'/><category term='Holidays are ending.'/><category term='Love is not simple at all.'/><category term='I DON&apos;T FILRT'/><category term='Have fun. (:'/><category term='I am really tired from this.'/><category term='I chose music.'/><category term='Mother Fucker.'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='Baby.'/><category term='Sadded. ):'/><category term='Tired day.'/><category term='Sometimes'/><category term='Hahahahahaha.'/><category term='Be Ashamed Of Yourself.'/><category term='Don&apos;t mess with me.'/><category term='Why do i even have such friends?'/><category term='for all your concerns. (:'/><category term='&quot;ExTrAs&quot; the book so damn nice.'/><category term='Loving You'/><category term='I am falling for you too...will you be with me ?'/><category term='Happy Chinese New Year~'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry'/><category term='Wee~'/><category term='Is your words true? I doubt it.'/><category term='Thanks to you.'/><category term='Are You Really In Love With Me Or What?'/><category term='Do I Have The Chance To Be With You ?'/><category term='Why Do I Sense That You Are Avoiding Me ? Are You ?'/><category term='off.'/><category term='Yay (:'/><category term='Friends.'/><category term='Love you all (:'/><category term='Get a life.'/><category term='Holidays going to end soon.'/><category term='280709-When it first started.'/><category term='Do You Really Love Me ?'/><category term='Can I Ever Be That Close To You Again ?'/><category term='Will You Mend My Broken Heart?'/><category term='Lol.'/><category term='This is all i can manage.'/><category term='Do You Love Me ?'/><category term='Wanting The Night To Pass Is Like Waiting For A Hundred Years To See You Again.'/><category term='Are you angry with me?'/><category term='You&apos;re 15. I&apos;m looking forward to your sweet 16. :)'/><category term='I Love Money.'/><category term='Woots.'/><category term='Hehs'/><category term='Haix.'/><category term='I.S.H.B.A.L.'/><category term='Happy fourteen.'/><category term='it will happen to you. (:'/><category term='Hehs.'/><category term='Thanks for everything.'/><category term='I like my new haircut.'/><category term='Loving you is the nicest thing it has happened on me.'/><category term='Going to be sick. T.T'/><category term='Fucked.'/><category term='Screw everything.'/><category term='W.Y.W.D.'/><category term='It isn&apos;t what I need'/><category term='Not enough'/><category term='Eventually'/><category term='Fucker'/><category term='Down.'/><category term='This is so childish.'/><category term='Promise me that you&apos;ll always be here for me. (:'/><category term='=X'/><category term='Study'/><category term='Human desires have no limits. I&apos;m scared of it.'/><category term='Strange thinkings.'/><category term='Hatie( i am not refering to xin hui and glonee.)'/><category term='BYE'/><category term='I want my honeydew. ):'/><category term='MAD WOMAN (:'/><category term='Study and More Study.'/><category term='I Love You'/><category term='Back to school.'/><category term='Is it too much to hope?'/><category term='I Love My Kor(Zhong Xin) and Jie(Glonee) as a family'/><category term='HUMPH'/><category term='(:'/><category term='bee.'/><category term='லவ்'/><category term='Smile more. (:'/><category term='Happy days.'/><category term='鬼 Ting Ting'/><category term='There&apos;s no reason to Love.'/><category term='Being close to you is what i wanted much.'/><category term='Buh-bye'/><category term='Haha (:'/><category term='Loving my friends~'/><title type='text'>Melia</title><subtitle type='html'>a million little pieces...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7108243731132904749</id><published>2011-12-30T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:52:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chikorita157.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/clannad-as-ep19-scr20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://chikorita157.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/clannad-as-ep19-scr20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clannad After Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I saw this anime called Clannad After Story. It's a very beautiful and touching one! I cried all my tears out but in the end, it was a happy ending, I suppose. :) It captures my heart right from the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very very long time since I have updated my blog. Thanks to some hackers, I finally got back my hotmail account and hence, my blog back. Wonder who's the idiot. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm going to ITE College West, Hospitality Operations Course. Just hope that the registration goes well. Ohh, I want a freaking new laptop for school! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I will blend in well but, who cares?! I'm going to make lots of friends! I wanted to try this resolutions we did at school every year, now that I've graduated, going to make this a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My resolutions for 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A new life, a new start, a new education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;New friends, new loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;More outings with my beloved clique. (Yes, I do love each and every one of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;New lap-top for school and to maintain it in a good condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;School grades to be good and maintained to be as such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Try to control that temper of mine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Not to spend too much money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ahh! Grow taller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Not to lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Try and update my blog more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ahh, that's about all. If I think of anymore, I'll probably write it down. That should be enough for today. Bye! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7108243731132904749?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7108243731132904749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7108243731132904749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7108243731132904749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7108243731132904749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/sighh.html' title='Sighh.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-345960880331685186</id><published>2011-09-17T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:42:04.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07-Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFr_CL_FHPk/SkZlDcMZDJI/AAAAAAAAMR4/m-4hZAJFPjk/s400/07ghost12-00018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFr_CL_FHPk/SkZlDcMZDJI/AAAAAAAAMR4/m-4hZAJFPjk/s320/07ghost12-00018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Isn't Teito cute? Trying to catch up with Mikage who is in pet form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the most recent on 07-Ghost at &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com%20/"&gt;mangafox&lt;/a&gt;. Teito is so powerless like a living doll sometimes. Makes me want to anticipate in this story as well. I'm so glued to this manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'N' Levels Phrase Two is coming up in two weeks' time and I'm reading manga. How appropriate. :) Sheesh, I can't get myself to study seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are about to die after a while of using lappy. It's been a long time since I used it as well. *The power of technology* Ta-daa, iPhone! Hahahahahas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be going off now, back to bed! ^^ Night, lovelies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-345960880331685186?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/345960880331685186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=345960880331685186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/345960880331685186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/345960880331685186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/07-ghost.html' title='07-Ghost'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFr_CL_FHPk/SkZlDcMZDJI/AAAAAAAAMR4/m-4hZAJFPjk/s72-c/07ghost12-00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5336480286760005022</id><published>2011-08-15T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:22:20.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Have you forgotten me already?'/><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hVbac8efliQ/TmW8DJpXYyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iGfPXTQz1QI/s1600/smilewallpaper.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hVbac8efliQ/TmW8DJpXYyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iGfPXTQz1QI/s320/smilewallpaper.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Smile people, cause you'll never know when it'll be your last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;The examinations are coming, or should I say the GCE 'N' Levels Examinations Phrase 1; in less than two weeks. I've done practically and technically nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;With the technology being so advanced, it's been so so long since I used my laptop. I guess, one year ago? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm slacking, I know, I can't help it. No one is in the mood to study. I mean, does wearing a tie in school everyday going to make you any smarter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;You are who you are. There is no need to put in extra effort to make yourself more presentable in school cause it'll never mean that you are going to score all A1s in your examinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm so frigging lazy to get started. Four more compositions till I complete my eighteen compositions and letter writings. See, I'm already procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;I'm going off for dinner now, I hope to update soon enough. :)&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/2561630737256898044-5336480286760005022?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5336480286760005022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5336480286760005022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5336480286760005022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5336480286760005022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hVbac8efliQ/TmW8DJpXYyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iGfPXTQz1QI/s72-c/smilewallpaper.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4023768403089949189</id><published>2011-07-07T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:39:39.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immature cunts.'/><title type='text'>Start afresh.</title><content type='html'>I've tried to get a picture in but to no avail. So bear with it. :) I'm having my 'N' level English Oral tomorrow. Kind of pissed off that I'll have to wait for one and a half hours while the others get to skip lessons. It's been so so so long since I've last posted. There's no more ideas on what to write anymore. Lots of thoughts though;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee, I'm tired of waiting. When are you going to be back? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the road, you'll get what you did to me. I'm waiting. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4023768403089949189?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4023768403089949189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4023768403089949189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4023768403089949189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4023768403089949189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/start-afresh.html' title='Start afresh.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5616718461942061791</id><published>2011-02-23T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:49:45.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrified about it.'/><title type='text'>Break-ups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beckyblanton.com/wp-content/uploads/breakup-300x224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://beckyblanton.com/wp-content/uploads/breakup-300x224.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the day I got into a relationship after a very long time, I was afraid of this; break-ups. No, not afraid anymore. It should be terrified. Not that I'm saying that my relationship is tearing apart nor that it's over, this is something that haunts me every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now you said you would take resigning as a consideration. It scared the living hell out of me. All the while, I was asking myself, "What about me?" Are you going to end this relationship and continue with life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. You reassured me that you'll still be with me. You'll look for me in Singapore. I'm afraid, afraid that after you resign, you'll never look for me ever again. You'll continue with your studies and not meet up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I believe that I should trust you with everything I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I truly love you&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/2561630737256898044-5616718461942061791?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5616718461942061791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5616718461942061791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5616718461942061791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5616718461942061791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/break-ups.html' title='Break-ups.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8527575278057365815</id><published>2010-12-27T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:46:11.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopefully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a better start.'/><title type='text'>Homework!</title><content type='html'>Just a short update for you guys. It's been a hell of a party the last few days. Practically from one event to another event. It's tiring and torturing for me. Well, I can't believe I'm finishing my homework. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, I didn't do the last two worksheets of Maths and Chinese. I'm finishing up my F&amp;amp;N homework by tomorrow after dying my hair back and probably giving it to someone with a printer to print my work on the first day of school so I will have my homework "done" by the second day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to copy the last worksheet of Maths and some Physics Ten-Year Series answers. Maybe also a little bit of Chemistry. Anyone volunteer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should get back my Chinese homework all done and second worksheet of Maths done by the 31st of December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind's so rushed about the big exams and work and everything. ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my boyfriend should be angry with me for not spending time with him since the start of the holidays. I feel so guilty now but I still have lots of things on hand not finished yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah, I'VE GROWN TALLER! Cheers~ My culottes should now perfectly just be above my knee, I do hope so. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to go and sleep now, nights! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8527575278057365815?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8527575278057365815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8527575278057365815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8527575278057365815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8527575278057365815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/homework.html' title='Homework!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5903822802152534055</id><published>2010-12-23T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:58:22.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays are ending.'/><title type='text'>My first chalet ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TRNIUBjjMOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zGZQ-YldSL8/s1600/spongebob-squarepants-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TRNIUBjjMOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zGZQ-YldSL8/s320/spongebob-squarepants-posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553862274330079458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to be restless at home while all my friends are getting ready for the chalet. I remembered the frustration that got to me because I only get to be with my friends that night rather than meeting together first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy really drove me there and yeah, thankful for that and I went to put my barang barang before I went to join them for BBQ. Didn't really eat that much because I ate dinner with my family and lols did I regret not eating more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We mostly watched some movies together like Alvin and the Chipmunks, Koizora and a little bit of P.S. I Love You and Secret. Then those whom were tired were already sleeping downstairs. While waiting for Andrew, we went upstairs to play poker and only to get the notice that he'll come yesterday at one o'clock, guess what? We waited till four in the morning before we got that message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most food went to waste and I got to be hungry the whole night. Lols, I got a pretty much one hour nap and woke up at 0700 with Darren still sleeping soundly on my thigh and my legs cramping cause of the position I was in about five hours ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much put everyone to sleep, since it was my first night there, I didn't really sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day of chalet, I woke up and practically, my legs was cramping like hell. Luckily I checked the time with Mag's phone on the bedside table and Joey saw movements and decided to check on us. I was dying to increase the room's temperature since I can't move when Darren's still sleeping on my thigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, everyone was awake and most of us went for breakfast except for Aishah and Yu Qi to look after the room and with Darren still sleeping. Went to IMM Mac's for breakfast and bought more drinks for ourselves before going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating then rest before we went swimming. Andrew came at 2 with Mahjong. Then Mahjong cum BBQ. Then at night bowling and pooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was some misunderstandings and hence, it was quite party spoiler and everything. We sort of sit together as a group and discuss about what everyone was really thinking about each other. This I think, strengthened the bond of ours and we were pretty much back to normal again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept for five hours that night, I mean morning. Everyone went to bed early except for us youngsters and even though I set an alarm for eight, I went to bed at four in the morning and I slept till nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren did the most cleaning up for us that morning at four, he didn't want to sleep and tried to stay awake. Glad he finally doze off on the couch and got a little rest. After everyone woke up, we did a little packing and house cleaning and took off back to woodlands for brunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                             ~Skip~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darren got work that evening and left when the train stopped at Marsiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Banquet for brunch and watched the movie Yogi Bear. I nearly went to sleep and I think Joey was sleeping throughout the whole movie and Clara dropped off to sleep and in the end, woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went our separate ways and home sweet home.&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;I think I need to give all of you guys an explanation for scaring you people in the shuttle bus to the nearest train station today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried not because it was the last day of chalet or because I miss my boyfriend or because I'm upset at you guys. It's because of some money issues back at home. But nevertheless, I just want to tell you all that I'm okay and smile for me yeah? Just want to let you guys know that I'm so glad I met this clique, really glad and I hope this bond that hold us together will last. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Clara, is this post long enough for you? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5903822802152534055?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5903822802152534055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5903822802152534055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5903822802152534055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5903822802152534055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-chalet.html' title='My first chalet ^^'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TRNIUBjjMOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zGZQ-YldSL8/s72-c/spongebob-squarepants-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5618303514971753653</id><published>2010-11-23T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:07:41.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m 15. (:'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.di-arezzo.co.uk/multimedia/images/marcreift/part/emr6078a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.di-arezzo.co.uk/multimedia/images/marcreift/part/emr6078a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been a long time since I last updated my blog, there's some problems with my notebook. So yeah, bear with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things happened yeah. Many. With the current situation, when I'm officially 16, all 5 of us are quitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Amelia, pretty please grow up faster so you can dominate the whole world. :D I'm kidding, but the resignation part, that's real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mag, XinYi, YuQi, Clara, Jocelyn and Joey celebrated my birthday yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Joey, Clara and Jocelyn had a head start to sabo me the previous day. But luckily it's just a little one. :D SO LUCKY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to have dinner at Sakae Sushi and they treated me. Thanks a lot. (: I'm getting fatter. ): Well, we laugh truckloads and couldn't stop at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Mini Toons, Cotton On and back to store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bear bear bought Made In Candy; Butterfly Rock for me as a birthday present. Truckloads of Thanks. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to those whom also wish me a Happy Birthday. Especially those whom stay up late to wish me just on time. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many to name, so little time. I want you to know, I appreciate every little thing that's done for me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh oh, did I tell you someone cut away the part two of my birthday present away? :p Those whom went back to the store should know it yeah? MY PART TWO! ARGHHHHHH. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend -,- I also -,- CAUSE OF SOMEBODY LORHS. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MELIA!" Joey shouted while walking to the crew room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thines: "Your friend call you uh." with a -.- face and quickly restored his posture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ): face say "Bye bye." then walk out of store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS! My Part Two GONEEE. Zzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I must settle with a hug and nothing much more. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went I told this story to the rest of them, they laugh till they nearly fall. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should be a long enough update for you guys. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5618303514971753653?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5618303514971753653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5618303514971753653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5618303514971753653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5618303514971753653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me. (:'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1264936568930134439</id><published>2010-11-07T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:57:39.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving money for rainy days.'/><title type='text'>Pictures, pictures</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to upload any pictures. T^T Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working these few days, trying hard to earn some money. I'm working on tomorrow, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So so so tiring. But no choice. I have to work for $$. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of problems during work. Those new crews have serious attitude problems towards work. They will also talk back to crews that are old enough to be their grandmother. They are seriously rude and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing I could conclude about work. Oh, and that bear bear only lorhs. Aiyo, bear bear! Tsk tsk tsk. :D Dare to put me in a box again than you know uh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to upload uh, tomorrow working. Got to go le, bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1264936568930134439?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1264936568930134439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1264936568930134439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1264936568930134439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1264936568930134439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures, pictures'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6071840046935258654</id><published>2010-11-01T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:01:46.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless fights ends up with useless trash.'/><title type='text'>Jie, I'm so scared, come and save me! -,-</title><content type='html'>Erm. Kettle calling the pot black?? Me guai lan?? Who's the one whom lost her temper first?? Think abt what you will say before saying it. Why am I obliged to listen to her or to do what she says?? -,- Ying Xiong Jiu Mei? Drop the act. I'm fucking scared. Oh my fucking god. I'm already peeing in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually room to talk. After the post on facebook and I thought. Why should I?? I'm practically wasting my time. Give me hell? Hell's already giving me hell making me suffer this illness. Don't wreck havoc when you don't know how to. I've been through far more fights then you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I also ask my sister to join in? Since you've got one I see why can't I have one. You want to start a blog war?? Why not?? I could also ask my sister to advertise my blog with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame. Idiotic. Piece. Of. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6071840046935258654?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6071840046935258654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6071840046935258654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6071840046935258654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6071840046935258654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/jie-i.html' title='Jie, I&apos;m so scared, come and save me! -,-'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4194512580359728711</id><published>2010-11-01T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:33:08.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re 15. I&apos;m looking forward to your sweet 16. :)'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Laopo! ^^</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, I can't upload pictures. Well. This update is for my Laopo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met up with Clara and went to Causeway. Waited for Joey and headed to arcade to play. Big time embarrassment wor! -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yu Qi came and we waited for my darling Jocelyn. Got her present while we were all waiting and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Laopo wanted to go to the arcade again to play DDR. Played with her and I hope she has lots of fun, well, it's her birthday, of course she should have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Ajisen, by then Mag and Xin Yi already have arrived. Yeah, Laopo got a few hits from Mag. :) Good times~ Time passes very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to WCC Mac for a chatting session and also went to check up on my boyfriend. He's still the same as always. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining while we ran back to Causeway and then Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great celebration for my dearest Jocelyn, she's finally 15. ^^ Happy birthday, Jocelyn. I hope that you'll have many great days ahead of you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4194512580359728711?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4194512580359728711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4194512580359728711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4194512580359728711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4194512580359728711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-laopo.html' title='Happy Birthday, Laopo! ^^'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5902565237434852983</id><published>2010-10-30T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:13:09.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get a life.'/><title type='text'>Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hablamejoringles.com/wp-content/uploads//shush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hablamejoringles.com/wp-content/uploads//shush1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you even going through a real relationship? You don't even dare to look into your boyfriend's eyes and you told him and Irene about my secrets? What a GREAT friend you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So much for trusting you that you'll keep your mouth shut about it. It doesn't even concern your opinion, why go around telling people what my boyfriend does to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're seriously ruining my life. You can destroy your life the way you want it, don't you destroy people's life too. You're not the one feeling the shame, of course you'll say something for the sake of saying things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whose the one badmouthing and started a new clique and in the end, ran back to the old clique? There's no meaning to it at all. Next time, I won't be so stupid to join stupid cliques and in the end go back to my stupid old clique again. It's umber stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get real. You think that cliques won't last long? Look at my work place's clique. Now that's one clique I won't get tired off. It's one super big clique for only youngsters that they prefer and work well with. Not like cliques invented because it's too random and breaking it off when they found something more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You told me before that you're jealous that your boyfriend is closer to Irene than you? Why don't you ask what you treat your boyfriend as before he got interested in talking with Irene with you not talking normally to your boyfriend like he's your boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You got problems with your boyfriend, then you go and talk to him. Not pull your friends into this and blame it on your friends for what you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Change of cliques because they are more hyper and fun to be with? Then after a period of time you'll come back to us? I don't want this kind of friendship. I'm not a piece of napkin, either is Irene. I don't even want you back. You except us to take that reason, I dare you to say it in my face with eye contact without blinking your eyes and getting watery eyes after that. Even a five-year-old can have a better reason than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Control you own life before you even gossip about my life. My life is for you to tell people. It's for me to tell my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You always want to stay in the classroom during breaks and recesses, do you ever think that your friends are fucking hungry because our dinner are not provided for us? And you give that stupid attitude when Irene and me decided to go down for food. You don't want to eat but we two want, stop making us stay with you and making us have gastric pain for lunch. Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if I have practicals, I don't cook for you. I cook for Jocelyn, Irene and myself. I do not need to let you have what I cook at the baking course. You're fucking greedy and selfish, you want it, you cook it yourself. I don't ever want to share my food with people like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you want to work, then go yourself, stop bugging Irene to work with you. It's not like she has the time to spare to you to go all the way to Zoo and work in some F&amp;amp;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get your own things yourself too. Stop bothering Irene to buy things for you when you're broke and you want somemore. Can't you get your own things? Aren't you even in the least of shame to make other people pay for your stuffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's no free lunch in this world. Baka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5902565237434852983?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5902565237434852983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5902565237434852983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5902565237434852983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5902565237434852983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/secrets.html' title='Secrets.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6753854150664340562</id><published>2010-10-28T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:07:51.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here I come.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy holidays.'/><title type='text'>LAOPO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.travelsoon.com/admin/DestinationImages/TenerifeHolidays001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.travelsoon.com/admin/DestinationImages/TenerifeHolidays001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Long time no blog~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. I'm back~ FINALLY. ^^ Holidays are here and lots of homework~ -,- So much for holidays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laopo&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;] die die want me to update, so this post dedicated to her bah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow meeting her to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SSC&lt;/span&gt; before rushing back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WCC&lt;/span&gt; to report for work @ 3. So fucking early! ._. Never mind, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laopo&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now chatting on the phone with her. The line keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; cut off. Seriously, they should seriously fix it, less than five minutes and I'm cut off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then...nothing to update &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; la. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I got promoted to secondary 4. At least I'm in the tenth position in class. (: I didn't study for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;EOY&lt;/span&gt; at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hehes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;beli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;beli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Bye bye! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6753854150664340562?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6753854150664340562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6753854150664340562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6753854150664340562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6753854150664340562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/laopo.html' title='LAOPO!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1939250199117534190</id><published>2010-10-23T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:54:33.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Ashamed Of Yourself.'/><title type='text'>Donuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/donuts-donuts-262758_800_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1029px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/donuts-donuts-262758_800_1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out something that I really love to eat. Donuts! Especially the sugared type ones. I don't really know why but it's super tasty to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday worked from 6 to 11. Homed by 1215 and I doze off when I did promise Jocelyn to online. Well, I was waiting for my notebook to load and I guess I just doze off. But still, I woke up at 0430 and didn't sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today worked till 0430 and was dying. My legs were so cramp and tired I guess I could flop onto the floor and sleep. Met Jocelyn before work and went home together. It's really fun being with her, it lightens up my day just seeing her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new crews I've seen today. Not really pleased about their working attitude. They're seriously kidding to be working with that kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got seriously pissed off today. Since you don't want to help with the brewing of coffee. Don't order me to when you need it. You're fucking selfish, only wanting others to help you and you took advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were told to stock up before you leave but half of the stuffs aren't stocked up. Ice, Small Cups, Medium Lids, Large Lids, Clear Medium Cups, Hot Tea Cups, Coffee Lids, Crushed Oreo, "A" bag, "B" bag, "D" bag, Milo Hot Mix and McFlurry Spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dared to shout at me in front of your customer whom didn't receive her actual products? I'm fucking pissed. If you're not intending to do what I told you to, then forget about answering me. No, should be forget about working here. We do not need half-hearted people whom don't smile with their hearts to the customer and being so stubborn and selfish. It's so not fun working with you. I hope you'll faster resign and get lost. I definitely won't regret about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's another working day and I hope I'll be Jocelyn's runner. It's really fun working with her. ^^ Just remember, I'm always here for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to go now. Bye bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1939250199117534190?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1939250199117534190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1939250199117534190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1939250199117534190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1939250199117534190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/donuts.html' title='Donuts!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3880043602344358731</id><published>2010-10-16T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:10:22.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promise me that you&apos;ll always be here for me. (:'/><title type='text'>Fruitful days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TLmkE-OOmDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nFNArTWOcfM/s1600/couple-holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528630422903101490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TLmkE-OOmDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nFNArTWOcfM/s320/couple-holding-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, finally I've got the motivation to start updating you guys eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, met Irene and Shue Li at Sheng Siong to shop for some items to bake Cookies plus Apple Crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm the F&amp;amp;N student, I got pretty messed up myself, super blur. Hehs! Talk about surviving in my practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad though, the results. It's still in my fridge yeah. I don't really crave for cookies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I met up with my boyfriend. It was a long time no see make up session. ^^ Went back home at around 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, went out with Clara, Jocelyn and Joey. To City Hall after lunch at WCC Mac. MRT-ed to Bugis, ate dinner there and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mag and Xin Yi for a little gossipping session. ^^ Excited about the chalet yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home 5 minutes before 11. So good girl lorhs! -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, worked from 8 to 3. I was glad they didn't extend me. I was the order taker all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got seriously pissed off by some idiotic customers. They always think that Customers is Always Right, too bad that their mentality stops there. They are insulting their own intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for boyfriend. Sweet enough? Actually is because I needed to pass the certificate to him, didn't want to bring it back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's middle name is destroyer. Get it? He destroys pratically everything. Home-d by 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Jocelyn tomorrow to go to work together if she's feeling fine. ^^ I do hope she is. I didn't knew we lived quite close together! Cool right? Hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update should be long enough yeah? Going off now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3880043602344358731?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3880043602344358731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3880043602344358731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3880043602344358731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3880043602344358731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/fruitful-days.html' title='Fruitful days'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TLmkE-OOmDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nFNArTWOcfM/s72-c/couple-holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-9124145811984462114</id><published>2010-10-10T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:27:36.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving you is the nicest thing it has happened on me.'/><title type='text'>Missing you through the night is a torture for me. :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zulva.com/images/i_miss_you/images/glittery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.zulva.com/images/i_miss_you/images/glittery.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this picture has already said what I want to convey to you. :x I'm so missing you. ): Although I just saw you today. HEE! BUT BUT BUT... I'm right here, still missing you. Hope I'll be seeing you sooner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer crashed for two days and I was arguing with Daddy to ask him to fix it for me. Well, he sort of gave up and told me to change the CPU with him. So now, I'm currently using his CPU but it's still my LCD screen. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CR3eT8MrCtE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; MTV where my lecturer played it for us to relax during the eight hour course we had. It's a very touching MTV, if you really understand what it means. I really love the song, though I don't understand it, I can really feel what the song is trying to convey to me. Have fun drying your tears after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I've finally gotten my speakers to work, so yeah. :D I'm happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm practically missing everything about you. Your laughter, your jokes, your smile, your touch, your ability to make me get through the day. It's totally priceless to me. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-9124145811984462114?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9124145811984462114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=9124145811984462114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/9124145811984462114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/9124145811984462114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-you-through-night-is-torture.html' title='Missing you through the night is a torture for me. :x'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5314613191425183494</id><published>2010-10-05T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:13:00.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee.'/><title type='text'>Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/lenga/albums/359445/lovely%20animals%20animales%20tiernos%20%5Bfrom%20www.metacafe.com%5D%20%2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/lenga/albums/359445/lovely%20animals%20animales%20tiernos%20%5Bfrom%20www.metacafe.com%5D%20%2320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't knew what to post, so I asked my boyfriend. He told me to post about this. Today was his birthday, unfortunately, I can't celebrate with him. ): On the bright side, he do not need to squeeze on the packed bus with his wounded hand. Make sure you nurse that wound yeah? ♥ I will compensate one, hahas. Felt so bad that I can't celebrate his birthday with him. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired, I'm off to sleep now, bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5314613191425183494?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5314613191425183494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5314613191425183494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5314613191425183494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5314613191425183494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/bee.html' title='Bee'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1986559178232447433</id><published>2010-10-03T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:23:48.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they are my family.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But the current friends I have are not just friends'/><title type='text'>Friendship are nothing more than just friends being together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secondhandsewn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/friendship-braclets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://secondhandsewn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/friendship-braclets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please uh, stop pushing all the blame to the fight that we both had. It has already happened before we fought. Seriously, we all think that this is for the best. So stop pushing all the fault to all three of us. Time past, people change, preferences change.&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: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;_|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;_|_  _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_ _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's colourful, isn't it? -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1986559178232447433?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1986559178232447433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1986559178232447433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1986559178232447433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1986559178232447433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/friendship-are-nothing-more-than-just.html' title='Friendship are nothing more than just friends being together'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5687873715905110752</id><published>2010-10-01T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:38:21.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wee~'/><title type='text'>Octopus family~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrMEAFlbAbA/TAYbfjs5pZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WSbwKktfd5Y/s400/sad-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrMEAFlbAbA/TAYbfjs5pZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WSbwKktfd5Y/s400/sad-baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, try to salvage yesterday's post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to give his face for Combined Humanities, Combined Science, Math and F&amp;amp;N le. I'm a gone case liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday ate with Octopus Family, actually without Sister Octopus [Irene], then she join us after her extra History lesson. ^^ Fillet still sucks! HUMPH! Then Mummy Octopus [Shue Li] had fun hiding my phone and wallet. -,- This Mummy Octopus very lame horhs?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then then then...went to Library and STUDY! Had fun playing, talking, getting scolded and surprisingly, doing Maths. I learnt alot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;SHORTCUTS&lt;/span&gt; and plus bits and pieces of A-Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then reached home at 7pm? Then bathe and everything. I play computer cum slap ants. All the ants adore me, cannot help it. :D That's why all come to me~ Hahas, so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;BHB&lt;/span&gt;! Later all the mosquitoes come find me, I really bang wall uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then conference with Mummy Octopus + Daddy Octopus. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;SUPER TIRED UH&lt;/span&gt;! Heehees, but fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy Octopus kick, we fly~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;LOLS&lt;/span&gt;! Hahas. Funny! Okay le la. I lazy update today's one. Hahas. Shuang le bah! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;BYE BYE&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/2561630737256898044-5687873715905110752?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5687873715905110752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5687873715905110752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5687873715905110752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5687873715905110752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/octopus-family.html' title='Octopus family~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TrMEAFlbAbA/TAYbfjs5pZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WSbwKktfd5Y/s72-c/sad-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-9019577110229233322</id><published>2010-09-28T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:15:07.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':S'/><title type='text'>Practical tomorrow~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mekuno.net/archives/2008_04_11-Cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://www.mekuno.net/archives/2008_04_11-Cooking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! SHUE LI, GIVE ME THE BEST IN COOKING AWARD! I need it. ): Practical tomorrow, I'm so nervous. I'm like bringing a paper bag bigger than my body. -3- NO CHOICE. I cannot down on containers tomorrow. I don't want to get penalized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared. My eyes are hurting me. I'm losing appetite. I'm skipping dinner more and more. -,- I'm not pregnant horhs. Don't anyhow think. Should be used to not eating dinner le bah. Well, wish me luck for tomorrow's practical. I hope to pass with flying colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to flunk any papers for EOY. But I think I'll probably fail Physics and Math which Combined Science would be at risk. Shyt! Need to pass English and bloody overall. Believe me, I really have not started revising. Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to go off le, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-9019577110229233322?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9019577110229233322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=9019577110229233322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/9019577110229233322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/9019577110229233322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_28.html' title='Practical tomorrow~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8682205424815693001</id><published>2010-09-27T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:14:16.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='^^'/><title type='text'>Monday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/beaches_long_exposure_full_moon_reflected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 750px; height: 492px;" src="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/beaches_long_exposure_full_moon_reflected.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sian! Now super tired uh, super lazy to update blog. But but but SHUE LI la~ say must update. Psst! Humph! You is super random one lorhs! Who say you not random? I see so many hands up, all agree with me lerhs~ Hahas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing special happened today. :) Well. Teehee! I'm not updating about my relationship up here. You'll know the updates if you're close with me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8682205424815693001?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8682205424815693001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8682205424815693001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8682205424815693001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8682205424815693001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Monday blues.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5639426389340436697</id><published>2010-09-24T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:09:25.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zzz...'/><title type='text'>Shue Li, woo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/cartoon_octopus_mousepad-p144823671172937245trak_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/cartoon_octopus_mousepad-p144823671172937245trak_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually very tired to update one, I went to the coffee shop just now and I'm half-awake right now. Well, I can't fall asleep neither too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fun today after school with Shue Li. Ate at Mac's and went to the library with Shue Li and her tall friend. Her friend is super duper tall one lorhs, stand beside him I feel like I'm back to 5 years old like that. -3-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then actually work first, play later, in the end, play first, play later. Very funny lorhs, both of them. Talk alot la, about relationships and stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;To Shue Li :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;LOLS! Your jokes super lame lerhs, can I kill you? Hahas! Confirm got you then I also very high one lorhs, everytime like that one. LOLS. I want more jokes uh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;For god's sake, you asking Shue Li why SweeLink cannot confront you about being irritating, then why didn't you when you found me irritating. It's a rhetorical question,  stop twisting words like you've said you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols, short post la, I lazy talk. Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5639426389340436697?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5639426389340436697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5639426389340436697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5639426389340436697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5639426389340436697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_2451.html' title='Shue Li, woo~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2843312557112848451</id><published>2010-09-23T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:25:43.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends no more.</title><content type='html'>That's it. That's the last straw. You think I would forget about everything in the past? About abandoning me and going off for recess and trying to lie to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the fucking last straw. So much for best friends. You can't even wait for a fucking less than five minutes and you're off. Don't expect me to wait for you again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even ask the both of you where did you all go before break. Shooting me that can't the both of you even go to the toilet. Forget it, seriously, forget it. Since this is the way you treat me now, I might as well shut my fucking mouth and walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you dare say that I'm the one walking away, remember this, you're the one doing this to me.&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/2561630737256898044-2843312557112848451?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2843312557112848451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2843312557112848451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2843312557112848451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2843312557112848451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-no-more.html' title='Friends no more.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1782179091621598612</id><published>2010-09-20T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:44:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new relationship. A new start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.physorg.com/newman/gfx/news/2006/the2006gemin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 323px;" src="http://cdn.physorg.com/newman/gfx/news/2006/the2006gemin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope everything turns out fine and steady. :) I don't want this relationship to be broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1782179091621598612?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1782179091621598612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1782179091621598612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1782179091621598612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1782179091621598612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-relationship-new-start.html' title='A new relationship. A new start.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6055994617698504857</id><published>2010-09-14T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:40:40.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off.'/><title type='text'>Shoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you really that fucking stupid that you could've actually fucking complained about me to my friend? OMFG. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just how fucking stupid do you think I am? It's fucking not okay to treat me like an fucking idiot because you'll never surpass me. Over my fucking dead body. You're a fucking thousand years too early! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously, if you want, fucking say it in my face. You're just a fucking coward, if you dare not say it to my face, then you better keep your fucking mouth shut. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You even got the balls to act as if you've not said any fucking thing about me. That's fucking being a two-headed snake. Fucker. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give you another fucking chance? Fucking again? I'm that fucking impatient. Don't fucking mess with me. I'm seriously fucking pissed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You think it is that easy to start work at fucking 8 in the morning and end at fucking 4 in the late afternoon continuously for fucking five days? You fucking try it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even have the time for sleep and there you are trying to fucking win over me. You think it's that fucking easy? Fucking fuck off. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're so fucking selfish. You're the most selfish person I've ever met in my life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please don't even think about fucking copying the Seaweeds' liking K-pop. You don't even fucking like SHINee in the past and now you're fucking lecturing people about K-pop? Seriously, just fucking fuck off. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fucking stop using my "Who cares?" in that fucking disgusting tone. It's my fucking tagline. Go fucking find yours. You've no fucking sense of originality. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMFG. I might just die thinking about all the fucking things that you've fucking copied. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;STOP FUCKING COPYING US! AND THIS WOULD BE THE REASON WHY I MIGHT JUST FUCKING DIE CAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING DRIVING ME TO MY GRAVE.&lt;/i&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/2561630737256898044-6055994617698504857?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6055994617698504857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6055994617698504857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6055994617698504857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6055994617698504857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoo.html' title='Shoo'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1331035814777519084</id><published>2010-09-07T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:03:56.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.muslimidealist.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.muslimidealist.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/depressed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired right now, tired of working, tired of studying, tired of homework, tired of eating, tired of fighting, tired of even breathing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you just stab me in the heart? There's no need to test how to die right? Don't you think we've been taking tests since the day we are born into this world? No need to test how I should die, just let me die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh my god. Have you ever feel like crying but nothing ever comes out of your eyes no matter how much you've been suffering? It's making my heart wrench and it's really better off dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just. Help. Me. Kill. Me. So. I. Won't. Have. To. Suffer. This. Heartache. Anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1331035814777519084?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1331035814777519084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1331035814777519084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1331035814777519084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1331035814777519084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_07.html' title='Tired of everything.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8978123180425177198</id><published>2010-09-06T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:36:23.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEEHEES'/><title type='text'>Study group!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artsjournal.com/bookdaddy/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.artsjournal.com/bookdaddy/Home_Photo_books.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a study group with a few peeps; Irene, Alvin and Zhong Xin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time Irene reach so early horhs! Then followed by me, Alvin and the latest was Zhong Xin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Civic MacDonald's for LUNCH! Hehs. I'm Loving It! LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to go to RP to study. First time there, quite okay luhs. I still like my sister's poly more; TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did study. Most of us were trying to finish our homework. Well, everyone. Jokes were flying all around and we did get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Alvin was like "Can someone switch the lights on?". Everyone roared with laughter. I nearly die from his question. Oh, and they got this SOS light which I don't have, -3-. I wanted it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five plus and we left for Popular and we hang around for a nice hour before Zhong Xin treated me ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw someone and I nearly puke my organs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighto, bye now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8978123180425177198?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8978123180425177198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8978123180425177198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8978123180425177198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8978123180425177198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/study-group.html' title='Study group!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8723878569589985483</id><published>2010-09-01T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:57:00.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted to basketball. (:'/><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youthareawesome.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/british-performance-basketball-logo-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.youthareawesome.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/british-performance-basketball-logo-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short update on what I did today. Met up with Shue Li, Glonee, Alvin, Garrett, Wei Xiong, Tek Cong and Yan Liang for Basketball! :D Before we could start, Glonee went home. (aww!) Then we played for a while when the ball finally came. Before that played Volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed to hard court after a five minutes of persuading Shue Li to come. Played with some strangers I don't know one. LOLS! ALL SO TALL, I'M THE SHORTEST ONE THERE! _|_ Must jump some more~ Fun, but my team lost. LOLS! But I did managed to get a ball in. Heehees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, off for dinner, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8723878569589985483?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8723878569589985483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8723878569589985483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8723878569589985483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8723878569589985483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5457791565179671774</id><published>2010-08-25T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:00:49.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless nights.'/><title type='text'>I had enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's not fair to blame me when the bills are so high when I'm not at home half of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's not fair to blame me when the bills are so high when Adam gets to watch television from the time he wakes up all the way till he closes his eyes every single damn fucking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's not fair to blame me when the bills are so high when I'm not even hogging the computer for three hours straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's not fair to blame everything on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I seriously hope I die during these few days, I really want to see if you'll blame me for my own death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Stop fucking blaming me whenever you see something wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's fucking maddening for me to come home when school ends at fucking 0230 instead of the usual 0200 and to worry about the fucking tests and exams and not to forget the ever-so-little-homework-given-to-us and the fucking teachers and the fucking seating arrangements and the fucking attire and the fucking noise and every single darn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And there isn't even a day of peace when I get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;How about the fucking Mondays that I had to stay for CCA? It's fucking 0300 to 0500. Why can't you fucking put it at 0230 to 0430 so I've have some fucking time for power naps. I don't even have enough sleep and there you are, complaining about every single fucking darn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I cry myself to sleep, trying to figure out why can't things go my way just for one day. One day is all I ever asked for. Just one.&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/2561630737256898044-5457791565179671774?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5457791565179671774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5457791565179671774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5457791565179671774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5457791565179671774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-enough.html' title='I had enough.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8157509082487498478</id><published>2010-08-21T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:21:12.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just gonna stand there n watch me burn'/><title type='text'>The feelings I can't explain Even if I could, it wouldn't come to anything And if it did, it would be very brittle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics.com/love-the-way-you-lie-lyrics-eminem.html"&gt;Love the Way You Lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[By : Eminem ft. Rihanna]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[Hook: Rihanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Verse One: Eminem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I can’t tell you what it really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I can only tell you what it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;And right now it’s a steel mic in my windpipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;As long as the wrong feels right, it’s like I’m in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;High off of love, drunk from the hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;It’s like I’m huffin paint, I love the more I suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I suffocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Right before I’m bout to drown, she resuscitates, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;She fuckin hates me, and I love it wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“Where you goin?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“I’m leavin you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“No you ain’t...Come back”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;We’re runnin right back, here we go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;It’s so insane, cause when its goin good, its goin great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I’m superman with the wind at his back, she’s lois lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;But when its bad, its awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I feel so ashamed, I snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“Who’s that dude?” I don’t even know his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I laid hands on her, I’ll never stoop so low again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I guess I don’t know my own strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Hook: Rihanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I love the way you lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Verse Two: Eminem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You ever loved somebody so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You can barely breathe when your wit em?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You meet and neither one of you even know what hit em..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Got that warm, fuzzy feeling, yea them chills used to get em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Now you’re getting fucking sick of lookin at em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You swore you’d never hit em, never do nothing to hurt em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Now you’re in each others face spewin venom in your words when you spit em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Throw em down, pin em, so lost in the moments when you’re in em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Its the pain that’s the culprit, controls your boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;So they say, its best to go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Guess they don’t know you, cause today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;That was yesterday, yesterday is over, its a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sound like broken records playin over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;But you promised her, next time you’d show restraint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You don’t get another chance, life is no Nintendo game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;But you lied again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Now you get to watch her leave out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Guess that’s why they call it window pane(pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Hook: Rihanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there n watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright cause I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I love the way you lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Verse 3: Eminem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Now I know we said things, did things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;That we didn’t mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;And we fall back into the same patterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Same routines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;But your temper is just as bad as mine is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;You’re the same as me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;But when it’s comes to love you’re just as blinded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Baby, please come back, it wasn’t you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Baby, it was me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;All I’ll know is that I love you too much, to walk away tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice, when I talk!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Next time I’m pissed there ain’t no fist at the drywall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Next time, there won’t be no next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I apologize even though I know its lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I’m tired of the games, I just want her back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I know I’m a liar, if she ever tries to fucking leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I’ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Em + Rihanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I'm gonna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;[Hook: Rihanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there n watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright cause I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Well that’s alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 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itself in my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://migs.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/album_pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 571px;" src="http://migs.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/album_pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics.com/fixing-a-broken-heart-lyrics-christian-bautista.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[By: Christian Bautista]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There was nothing to say the day she left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just found a suitcase full of regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hailed a taxi in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looking for some place to ease the pain, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then like an answered prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I turned around and found you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You really know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You really know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your emotional tools can cure any fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whose dreams have fallen apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now I don't understand what I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It must be a plan that led me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because of the hurt just disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In every moment that you are near, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just like an answered prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You make the loneliness easy to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You really know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You really know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your emotional tools can cure any fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whose dreams have fallen apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soon the rain will stop falling baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And I'll forget the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Cause here we are at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You really know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You really know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your emotional tools can cure any fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whose dreams have fallen apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, 'Trebuchet MS';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fixing a broken heart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1517518123757162693</id><published>2010-08-07T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T18:55:25.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.ucker'/><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/11/6b/64/beautiful-scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 412px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/11/6b/64/beautiful-scenery.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Worked today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Was pissed off big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Even Jen and Kok Chin couldn't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I was so furious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I feel like crying out, instead of bottling my sadness in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Joycelyn, next time it happens, I don't care whose products I'm taking, I'll take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No more Miss Nice Girl anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm sick of pretending to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'm not letting you know, my true emotions all bottled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'd rather be the bad guy, so that I won't be hurting so much from inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;It hurts so much, it's making me breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;It hurts more when I pretend it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;But it's worth the price and letting you know my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;If you get me, the post is dedicated to two different people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The second part is the answers you wanted me to give you while we're working. "Why I'm so pissed?" and all. I'm answering your questions here, but I doubt you'll know about it.&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/2561630737256898044-1517518123757162693?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1517518123757162693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1517518123757162693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1517518123757162693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1517518123757162693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3254425935383079940</id><published>2010-08-06T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:52:22.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think about it.'/><title type='text'>Tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kathiyavad.com/scraps/scrapsimg/girls%20friendship-day-orkut-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.kathiyavad.com/scraps/scrapsimg/girls%20friendship-day-orkut-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We? give chances? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't dare to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a small shrimp, so small, so weak, whereas you're so venerable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not once, not twice, not thrice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countless times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I get sick and tired of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I'm scared of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I don't know what's right and wrong anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I'm detached from reality; from friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I run away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's breaking me apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather you leaving us alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's much more easier to breathe; least for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure the others agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not us the clique, but everyone from Seaweed agrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One pair of eyes could be wrong, but not ten pairs of eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldn't possibly be wrong to all ten pairs of eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm. Tired. Of. It. Every. Single. Thing. About. Friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3254425935383079940?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3254425935383079940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3254425935383079940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3254425935383079940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3254425935383079940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/tsk.html' title='Tsk.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6339711766170514272</id><published>2010-08-05T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:17:56.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W.Y.W.D.'/><title type='text'>Pets are for life. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/~ves/Interests/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 459px;" src="http://www.cs.cornell.edu/~ves/Interests/funny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really been a long time since I've really updated. Well, I've been busy with work, studies (especially F&amp;amp;N), dreading my Math and Physics results (I can't believe I've got such low marks and it's killing me) and simply trying to sort out my thoughts. It's killing me having this much bottled inside and I'm so tired of it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;J.K.M, I.W.B.G.I.Y.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though can I be random and talk about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt; now? ^^ A happy family with all my friends, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;no quarrels&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;no fights&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;no two-goody shoe&lt;/span&gt;s, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;no back-stabbers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;no bad-mouthin&lt;/span&gt;g, everything is so good between those bunch of little crazy fellows. Lols! I'm actually the youngest, not counting Godwin and Suqi. Want to know the members? Go to Shue Li's &lt;a href="http://th-rainboww-ends.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She did a update and the members' list is there. Sadly we aren't taking in any more members, well, we have to consider first. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, quite an interesting update I did. That's all, for now. Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6339711766170514272?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6339711766170514272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6339711766170514272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6339711766170514272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6339711766170514272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/pets-are-for-life.html' title='Pets are for life. (:'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4465404796656942685</id><published>2010-07-27T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:55:06.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun days.'/><title type='text'>Blood Pledge ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZAMMh-R6qs/S-2Is9Lb0-I/AAAAAAAAD7k/tmHNmHiRGj8/s1600/The+Blood+Pledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 713px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZAMMh-R6qs/S-2Is9Lb0-I/AAAAAAAAD7k/tmHNmHiRGj8/s1600/The+Blood+Pledge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Blood Pledge with Glonee just now, damn funny uh! But it was quite touching uh, friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I bought a long sleeved v-shaped shirt at Cotton On with Glonee. :D It's nice. Well, I'm off now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehees, sorry for the super duper short post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4465404796656942685?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4465404796656942685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4465404796656942685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4465404796656942685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4465404796656942685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/blood-pledge.html' title='Blood Pledge ^^'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kZAMMh-R6qs/S-2Is9Lb0-I/AAAAAAAAD7k/tmHNmHiRGj8/s72-c/The+Blood+Pledge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6279263602445015286</id><published>2010-07-20T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:03:47.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going to be sick. T.T'/><title type='text'>Wishes are something that's not going to happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TEWrxTViHMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/X45bZJ0Rydk/s1600/39_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TEWrxTViHMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/X45bZJ0Rydk/s320/39_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495987783768087746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you find the baby? It's actually the bottom part of the branches. Zoom out your eyes and you'll see it. For this picture, spot 10 faces. It's easier than the previous one. Good luck!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this relief teacher for math lesson and I swear everyone was not in the mood to listen to his lecture. There's only one thing I want to say about him, if he has not passion for teaching, fuck off. There's no need for you to be interested and fake about it during your interview. Btw, your method of teaching sucks, big time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not going any further than this, bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6279263602445015286?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6279263602445015286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6279263602445015286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6279263602445015286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6279263602445015286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/wishes-are-something-thats-not-going-to.html' title='Wishes are something that&apos;s not going to happen.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TEWrxTViHMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/X45bZJ0Rydk/s72-c/39_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8848330796876553689</id><published>2010-07-19T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:03:12.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8848330796876553689?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8848330796876553689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8848330796876553689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8848330796876553689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8848330796876553689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3075891542175277525</id><published>2010-07-13T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:05:38.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing at reality is something I forgotten how to.'/><title type='text'>Even if your smile wasn't for me, I'm glad you smiled. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TDxwWTEG6SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1muC58hcLy0/s1600/38_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TDxwWTEG6SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1muC58hcLy0/s320/38_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493389173862099234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could you find the baby in this photo? Comment about in on my tagboard. :) It's very noticeable though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, tests are coming and seriously, I'm too tired. I'm too tired to do anything right anymore. Food and Nutrition is a killer, I feel like plucking all my hair out. I have to re-do my research, complete my 3-day Food Journal by today, complete my overall plan by next F&amp;amp;N lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm deprived of sleep. I play Maple too much. -,- The only group of people that are keeping me awake is my clique and Mentos. I get high eating those mint ones; little rascals. What am I going to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe catching a movie on Saturday and doing my F&amp;amp;N on Sunday.  My schedule is tight due to work on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going off now. Bye. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. The answer of where the baby is will be revealed on my next blog update. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3075891542175277525?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3075891542175277525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3075891542175277525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3075891542175277525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3075891542175277525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-if-your-smile-wasnt-for-me-im-glad.html' title='Even if your smile wasn&apos;t for me, I&apos;m glad you smiled. :)'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/TDxwWTEG6SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1muC58hcLy0/s72-c/38_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3210885463881561459</id><published>2010-06-27T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:13:27.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human desires have no limits. I&apos;m scared of it.'/><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTeJc7LYTeQ/S-cz1b54QbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zVTGHm30w_g/s320/515608732_496c632614_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTeJc7LYTeQ/S-cz1b54QbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zVTGHm30w_g/s320/515608732_496c632614_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, School's starting tomorrow and I can't believe that I had to get up before the Sun does. That's utterly absurd. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I really wish my holidays were longer. The students in other countries are like starting their summer holidays and we're back to School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe Glonee had the cheeks to ask me whether it was Day 1 anot for tomorrow. Like only just 5 seconds ago. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope my peeps will remember to bring their thermometer tomorrow or you'll really get it. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off for dinner now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3210885463881561459?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3210885463881561459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3210885463881561459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3210885463881561459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3210885463881561459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTeJc7LYTeQ/S-cz1b54QbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zVTGHm30w_g/s72-c/515608732_496c632614_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3505222765298122584</id><published>2010-06-17T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:31:12.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays going to end soon.'/><title type='text'>Crew Outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pure-essence.net/stuff/ICHC/funny-pictures-ymca-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 449px; height: 599px;" src="http://pure-essence.net/stuff/ICHC/funny-pictures-ymca-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! I'm here to update on the Crew Outing I went to yesterday. It sure was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, we reached Coasta Sand Resort by three something and the youngsters went to play cards while most went to shopping and swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they went cycling, I didn't take any chance and stayed in the chalet rooms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was entertained by the many guy managers there. Snacked on the snacks and ate the first round of BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second round was a little bit late and more food was coming. Was bloated and all. Them played water and everything they could get their hands on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be on all the managers but in the end, all youngsters and managers managed to sabo each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got so wet, my hair was dripping water and trust me, I did bring a complete set of clothes. I brought an extra set of clothes too, to be safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Carol got the worst though. One whole tub of ice + water, and the weather wasn't really helping at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaned up and changed. Bused back to Civic and spent a little bonding with my friends. It was fuun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope there's going to be another crew outing soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I heard rumors that the uniforms of Macdonald would be changed. ^^ Looking forward to it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S I haven't touch my homework yet. -,- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3505222765298122584?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3505222765298122584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3505222765298122584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3505222765298122584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3505222765298122584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/crew-outing.html' title='Crew Outing!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7945047035802678899</id><published>2010-06-04T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:27:38.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange thinkings.'/><title type='text'>Holidays~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/921/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 350px;" src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/921/1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've not been updating you guys. &lt;div&gt;So sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been busy with work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll quit soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going on a course for Mac stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frigging tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I &lt;i&gt;haven't&lt;/i&gt; got a chance to touch my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been shitty tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught a cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still holding on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going off now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7945047035802678899?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7945047035802678899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7945047035802678899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7945047035802678899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7945047035802678899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7777355491979523480</id><published>2010-05-19T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:10:48.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays come come'/><title type='text'>Holidays are coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/funny-pictures-cat-walks-on-ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 462px; height: 512px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/funny-pictures-cat-walks-on-ice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heehees, HELLO! Sorry for not updating you guys! :D I'm currently into this song "Fly Me To The Moon" by Brenda Lee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Released on the 1963 album, "All Alone Am I". Written in 1954, this song was originally titled "In Other Words". It has been recorded by many artists, but the version by Frank Sinatra, recorded a year after Brenda's version, is likely the best known. His version utilized an arrangement by Quincy Jones which turned the song into an uptempo number, whereas all previous interpretations were ballads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, back to where I'm. The examinations are over and I could say that I scored pretty average uh. Let me tell you the marks I've gotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paper One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composition: 21/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Situational: 18/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 39/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paper Two&lt;/i&gt;: 53/80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total: 92/140&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        : 65.6/100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm, currently the highest for English in NA, but, not including the 15% of CA. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not telling you, I've flunked the paper. -.- By only five marks, one mark from Paper One, four marks from Paper Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combined Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chemistry: &lt;/i&gt;31/45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physics: &lt;/i&gt;31/45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total: 62/90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        : 69/100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's weird that I got the same marks for both Science Papers, maybe they have an affinity for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paper One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composition: 36/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Situational: 16/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 52/70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paper Two&lt;/i&gt;: 42/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listening Comprehension&lt;/i&gt;: 16/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total: 110/150&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        : 73/100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seems that there's the attitude part that's over 30 marks to replace the Oral.._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Food &amp;amp; Nutrition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total: 28.5/40&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        : 71.3/100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't get the highest. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combined Humanities&lt;/b&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:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geography&lt;/i&gt;: 16/25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Social Studies&lt;/i&gt;: Haven't got it back yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not that happy with Geography's results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I'm so dead beat. I wish the holidays would arrive faster. I got to go now, hope the update is enough to last for a few days! ^^&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/2561630737256898044-7777355491979523480?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7777355491979523480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7777355491979523480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7777355491979523480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7777355491979523480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/holidays-are-coming.html' title='Holidays are coming'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6239073459839581743</id><published>2010-05-01T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:56:45.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy days.'/><title type='text'>Off day! ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/funny-pictures-cat-does-job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/funny-pictures-cat-does-job.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there! I finally had a break from work. ^^ So happy. We went Ikea today and it was full of people after we settled down to have our breakfast. I ate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF. I'll edit this another time to show you guys the picture. I can't get blogger to show me the page for downloading pictures. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always happens. -_- Oh well, met my Sister at Causeway cause she wanted Mummy to buy clothes for her. =.= And we went for lunch at Kopi Alley, it's beside Jolly Bean at Civic Center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not working for the next two days and I'm loving it! Hahas. Phrase 2 exams are coming and I've not touched a book yet. Serious. I didn't. I hope to do well but I'm lazy to work it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this is long enough to make up for the days I didn't post. (: Bye now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6239073459839581743?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6239073459839581743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6239073459839581743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6239073459839581743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6239073459839581743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/off-day.html' title='Off day! ^^'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5344866074672261977</id><published>2010-04-24T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:10:45.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down.'/><title type='text'>Exams~</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's been a long time since I last blogged. I've even forgot that I had one. Hehes. I don't have time for anything anymore. I'm now working on weekends and school on weekdays. So, less time on computer cause my homework are still there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I want to do my Math homework. It's fucking long-winded. -.- Well, what could you expect from Math?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sorry for the short post, I'm going off now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5344866074672261977?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5344866074672261977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5344866074672261977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5344866074672261977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5344866074672261977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/exams.html' title='Exams~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7921684387062642769</id><published>2010-04-09T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:10:04.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy times.'/><title type='text'>Secondary Three 5 Days 4 Nights Camp at Camp Challenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S8BAGZIEyAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RDnRd5u4Ao0/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-waits-for-you-to-blink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S8BAGZIEyAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RDnRd5u4Ao0/s320/funny-pictures-cat-waits-for-you-to-blink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458433226941188098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm, I had troubles getting in to blogger so my sister suggested using Google Chrome and it worked. So I'm updating you guys now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back for camp and I need to go to work tomorrow and on Sunday. It's a very fun camp and I'm already missing my two facilitator; Samantha and Zhan Yu. They are so so so good to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already forgotten what I've done down at Camp Challenge. All I remembered was the Trekking, High Ropes Challenge, Kayaking and BBQ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered on Day One we had a big conflict and was settled by Mr Lye. So we really had a great time and I won't ever forget about this particular camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always remember that the right hand represent the five days in camp. I will always want my whole class to be happy together as a class. I will always want to communicate more with my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, alot of things had happened and I'm glad they did happen. If not, there's no us like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got to go now. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7921684387062642769?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7921684387062642769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7921684387062642769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7921684387062642769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7921684387062642769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/secondary-three-5-days-4-nights-camp-at.html' title='Secondary Three 5 Days 4 Nights Camp at Camp Challenge.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S8BAGZIEyAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RDnRd5u4Ao0/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-waits-for-you-to-blink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6036113649480194323</id><published>2010-03-22T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:00:01.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving my friends~'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S6c-kR1JYmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MLoFaaqT65I/s1600-h/129122295204518563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S6c-kR1JYmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MLoFaaqT65I/s320/129122295204518563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451394666937803362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm, it's like the first day of school. Dragged myself out of bed for school. Yeah, the bag was totally a killer. &gt;.&lt; Well, not much interesting things happened today. Everyone was busy copying homework. Hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New timetable and I wished so wildly not to have Geography today, guess what. I only wished hard enough for it to be delayed to the third and fourth period. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, thanks to Li Jun for that big packet of M&amp;amp;Ns. She knows how crazy I am with those little round chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm already feel like sleeping and I think I could sleep for the next twelve hours. I'm so darn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to end now, there's still tons of things I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6036113649480194323?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6036113649480194323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6036113649480194323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6036113649480194323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6036113649480194323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S6c-kR1JYmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MLoFaaqT65I/s72-c/129122295204518563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1429656971949056549</id><published>2010-03-16T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:02:54.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy times~'/><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S59PhULfxMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xMjaBhc36Ao/s1600-h/129109827599258817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S59PhULfxMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xMjaBhc36Ao/s320/129109827599258817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449161507912795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just came back from clinic with Daddy. He's sick. &gt;.&lt; Mummy had me went over to the clinic first to register Daddy while he's speeding his way from Katong, I believe. Yeah, I had the pleasure of reading my storybook while waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor of sticking the ATM card&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-is that what you call it?&lt;/span&gt;-into the slot and withdraw cash out from the machine. It's my first time~ And I'm proud of it. :D Hehs!-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay, let's leave out the part where I think Daddy's blur enough and gave me a wrong pin number and I was freaking out in front of that machine. I stalled for time with that machine when it asks me did I wanted more time while I called Daddy for the correct pin&lt;/span&gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Daddy at block 131's coffeeshop. Well, it's only a 3 minutes walk to there from the clinic. As expected, Daddy had his bowl of ramen gone in a matter of minutes and I was still struggling with mine. He had to kill his kill by smoking and answering calls while waiting for me to finish.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Did I tell you that it's my first time wolfing down food that fast that it burns my mouth and ulcers? Two ulcers, side by side, in a matter of fact.&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home in Daddy's car and Daddy saw this car's plate number 5354. While, it doesn't mean much but if you're a Chinese, you would understand this. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Um sa um si&lt;/span&gt; that's in Hokkien, I think, or is it Cantonese? In Chinese, that means &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bu4 san1 bu4 si4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy goes "Woah. Um sa um si de qia!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Qia is car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "Huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy explained "5354, the number plate of that car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted "Orh! Chey~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I laughed like there's no tomorrow when I found out that I was that slow to a joke and that joke was seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things got out of control when a police car came out of nowhere and Daddy and I was rushing to put our seat belt on. Did I mention that my left hand was full of things and could only buckle in with my right hand. And we were side by side when the traffic lights coincidentally turned red. Ugh, so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I went out with Daddy. He's always busy. But when I flipped through the stack of albums of photos, I noticed that when my sister and I was younger, there were lots of outings with Daddy and Mummy. Young as in when I was only four and my sister was eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember the fun times with Daddy. We were eating out and I gobbled down my food like there's no tomorrow plus I look like I've never eaten for three days and three nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took his hanky out for me and helped me wipe my mouth. He would chuckle while cleaning off bits of food particles on my mouth and telling me how disgraceful by the way I eat. And I should act like a lady. He said this to me when I was only seven. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My ways of eating when I was way younger, like when I was four, is how the way Vivien eats. (:&lt;/span&gt; Hehes. Anyway, I still love my Daddy loads. (: That's one thing that's not going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I end here. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1429656971949056549?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1429656971949056549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1429656971949056549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1429656971949056549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1429656971949056549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S59PhULfxMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xMjaBhc36Ao/s72-c/129109827599258817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8911566624472258954</id><published>2010-03-12T17:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:25:03.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is so childish.'/><title type='text'>Want to pauto me? Not that easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S5oQrYtt-7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rEB6DFY17pw/s1600-h/129101621473538949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S5oQrYtt-7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rEB6DFY17pw/s320/129101621473538949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447685036812663730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was tiring today, and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I updated my blog today was that somebody pauto me. Well, not one, not two but a group of them. Not only me but Vivien too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been using vulgarities since young, you don't have to listen to it if you don't wish to hear it. But I'm very curious, don't you ever said one before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the Malay girls that pauto me and said I'm always like this. Well, if you don't think I don't know you, think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have enemies in this new class, expect for some. So, be careful. FYI, I'm not threatening you, I don't want you to print my blog post and show it to the teacher. Cause your turn to be pauto-ed isn't here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten you named me Fuck's best friend? Hadn't you? I heard every one of the insults meant for Vivien. Don't think I don't know, I know every fucking thing you insulted about us. And I reassure you what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a good girl, ain't I? I used only one vulgarities to blog about this. Don't you think I can't live without using vulgarities, I freaking can. I'm going to prove it to you. If you don't have the guts to say it in my face, then shoo off, it's not like I'm the one seeking attention. If I was angry, I am already long dead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people insulting Vivien every now and then. Don't think I didn't hear those insulting words. If you're that pretty, you wouldn't be hong-ing people uglier than you and letting them take advantages of you. If you're that pretty, you wouldn't have the need to act blur, act cute, act stupid and act popular in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know what?! If you think I'm referring about you, then think so. This post is so for entertaining purposes and if you're unhappy about it, hello, I'm not talking about you. I'm showing my friends this kind of two-faced people does really exist in this world. It's just not shown on their appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauto me all you want, maybe the next reason you want to pauto me is that I wear stripes bra to school every Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8911566624472258954?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8911566624472258954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8911566624472258954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8911566624472258954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8911566624472258954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-to-pauto-me-not-that-easy.html' title='Want to pauto me? Not that easy.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S5oQrYtt-7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rEB6DFY17pw/s72-c/129101621473538949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6576275734398814523</id><published>2010-02-26T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:59:40.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun day~'/><title type='text'>Sports Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S4ecwZb-jFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rlzY3ib9xhQ/s1600-h/protest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S4ecwZb-jFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rlzY3ib9xhQ/s320/protest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442491029976419410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports day for today! So fun~ And fucking hot! Hehs. It's really boring luh, we had to keep cheering on and for other classes too, my throat is hurting now. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt one very valuable lesson, that is, to change into our class t-shirt in front of everyone else. ^^ Hahs! It's fun trying to teach others how to do that. It's embarrassing too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Glonee, Li Jun, Me, Alvin, Jun Zhi, Nigel, Wei Xin, Yuen Liang(Correct sp?) and Shue Li went to Choa Chu Kang Lot One Mall for breakfast cum lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pepper Lunch at the food junction. Well that's the only edible one for me. Then went to shop shop around and finally went home after Alvin had his McFlurry. Yes, he's like a child with us. Hahas. Always so blur! More gong than Glonee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's for today, I just finished helping my sister pack her shelf and everything. Going off for dinner now, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6576275734398814523?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6576275734398814523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6576275734398814523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6576275734398814523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6576275734398814523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S4ecwZb-jFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rlzY3ib9xhQ/s72-c/protest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2853613630458066918</id><published>2010-02-16T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:21:46.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is too short for me to be angry at things this trivial.'/><title type='text'>I.H.G.W.L.T.S.C.T.I.F.O.T.G.S.L.J.T.G.S.P.S.F.H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3qP9_SJpEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ba2fmbGbXYE/s1600-h/body-scrub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3qP9_SJpEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ba2fmbGbXYE/s320/body-scrub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438817795125650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Food for thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why does pretty girls think that they are ugly and the ugly girls think that they are pretty and act so full of themselves when their acting are only an eyesore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~ Today went to Li Jun's aunt and Wei Xiong's house to bai nian. Fun lerhs! We keep gambling. Learned a new game- fishing. Quite blur nahs, that game don't suite me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday learned to play mahjong at Daddy's mum house. I think I addicted to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, stayed at Li Jun's aunt house I think the whole day lorhs. Except in the middle went to Wei Xiong's house then go back to Li Jun's aunt house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot uh. Wei Xin very entertaining. Li Jun also!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then surprisingly, there's this two boys, I think two years younger than me was drinking beer. OMFG. I can't even stand the stench of that beer, let alone take a sip of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? We like adults lorhs. Hahas. Three more years uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of interaction between the two groups. So it was basically fun, except that the scorching sun was torturing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please uh, for me, life is really too short to make me angry with things like that. Even if I'm pissed off by you, it won't be that extreme. I don't want my illness to cause me anymore discomforts. If you're thinking what illness I'm bearing. I have thyroids that are passed by genes. Check the dictionary if you don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not trying to gain your pity even if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that you could try to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hong&lt;/span&gt; the guys older then you and making them be your puppets. Don't you even think that by shedding a few crocodile tears could you get the guy you like to get so worried and fascinated by you period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can't be forced, no matter how much you like him. Trust me, I've been there, done that, messed up, and not going back. Guess what, I'm still friends with him. To shock you even more, he's a childhood friend of mine. Which basically makes it an even more awkward scene to talk to each other like friends does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared of anyone. Why should I let you ruin my life? Why should I let someone younger and people whom are afraid of some mere teachers and principals scarred my life? The first impression you gave me, not only to me, to the friends around me, are more detestable than people whom are prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to compare you, rather, why not you make him notice you than glaring at the girls whom are close to him and giving his friends that are girls like my Nuisance Peeps -applied to the girls- the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat like Mdm Aishah. I really hate the "I, Me, Myself" attitude more than anything else in this world. People whom tends to be in this particular group would never succeed in life. Let alone love relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't like groups of girls to pretend to say out loudly whom they dislike and coincidentally that person is right in front of you. You all are just like the children with the IQ lower than a dog that's trying to tell everyone that hey could you please kindly give me some attention because I feel like I'm lacking in it. Really, it's that childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think you have to get the facts right before you even help your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when you finished reading my post, do some reflections on yourself, the actions and the awkward scene you've caused others. It's really not that easy having a guy to communicate with you when you're trying to make some small actions for him and purposely letting yourself going close to him. It's harder for girls to continue with the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not even asking you to meet my expectations of being a human. This is only what I suggest. You can continue living your way and only bear the consequences in the end. I don't get the short end of the stick nor do I gain anything in life. I just have more experience in trivial fights like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go now. Bye~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-2853613630458066918?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2853613630458066918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2853613630458066918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2853613630458066918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2853613630458066918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/ihgwltsctifotgsljtgspsfh.html' title='I.H.G.W.L.T.S.C.T.I.F.O.T.G.S.L.J.T.G.S.P.S.F.H.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3qP9_SJpEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ba2fmbGbXYE/s72-c/body-scrub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-132738087624280619</id><published>2010-02-14T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:38:27.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Chinese New Year~'/><title type='text'>Lunar Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3eFmzW1GoI/AAAAAAAAANw/8exMnmrzHRE/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-laughs-hysterically.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3eFmzW1GoI/AAAAAAAAANw/8exMnmrzHRE/s320/funny-pictures-cat-laughs-hysterically.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437961976740649602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since I've last posted anything. By the way, I'm not using Plurk anymore, I can't seem to get in. I'll maybe use Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't want to do any grandmother stories, so let me start with last Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back to Malaysia for the reunion dinner though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday 12/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a CNY cum TDD celebration at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuisance Peeps, only the girls exchanged our gifts among ourselves. Li Jun went the extra mile to prepare a small gift for everyone too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks a lot~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we had read &amp;amp; reflect. We were so tired though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the notice board decorations plus lantern making plus design of traditional clothes if I'm not wrong. I'm the leader of the lantern making group. Yes, people were slacking all throughout. It's quite boring and tiring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we've only got porridge to eat for recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections done when the speech was made. It's so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's watching mini clips done by different schools and we were only halfway through when people gathered us to the hall for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they used the "Captured by the Japanese" method to bring us to the hall. Yes, my classmates were shocked but when they understood the situation, they were as noisy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a concert at the hall, it's quite fun though. We were laughing like nobody's business. Trust me, 3n5 and 3n6 were hell lots of trouble makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended and we went to Causeway. I went with Glonee to her house as she wanted to change out and out her bag first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Causeway and changed my clothes. Glonee accompany us for awhile and was gone before we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed our destination for lunch a few times because there wasn't enough spaces for all six of us; Shue Li, Li Jun, Me, Alvin, Tek Cong and Mei Juan. In the end we went to Yoshinoya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tek Cong went off after took neoprints. It was fun taking with guys, first time experience for me. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around and Mei Juan went off. After that we were gossiping and laughing our heads off at some stuffs. :D Heehees! Don't tell you! Secrets~ Only Glonee can know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went our separate ways home. Well, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 13/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing in the day, mostly slept. Went out to China Town at night. It's so crowded! The floors were sticky with all those food wrappers! Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at some place. Had Chicken Rice. It's not that nice. The rice's oily, the chicken's oily and the soup's oily. And it costs fucking eighteen dollars for three person eating. Six dollars per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I haven't ate such an expensive plate of Chicken Rice in my life before. We should order like half a chicken and three plates of rice, maybe, that's going to cost us less. Imagine that, that eighteen dollars. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping around and bought shoes. Apparently, it's from Sumatra, Indonesia. It's very comfortable and everything. It has real leather on it and it's only ten bucks. Some people from Thailand wanted to bargain for only five bucks and you could see that the owner was pissed. Yeah, we were pissed off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the fact that the shoes are good in quality and that the owner came all the way from Sumatra. Consider the fact that the person was waving the shoes above Mummy's head. Consider the fact that she's squeezing us and the shoes were apparently hitting my sister's arm like no body's business like not only once. Consider the fact that it's very crowded there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last offer was nine dollars and even the owner don't want to respond to her. She thinks that she's in China. =.= You can bargain all you want in China and you'll get it, but not in Singapore. It's funny that we can sense the frustration from the owner, we think alike. The owner was quite friendly with us though. He's a nice gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and reached on twelve? I don't know, I went to sleep the moment I threw my body on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday 14/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister went out with her boyfriend. The rest of us went to East Coast for breakfast. Actually wanted to eat at Old Town but it wasn't open. Ate at Mac in the end. Then went home and now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe going to bai nian with Li Jun and friends on Tuesday. I don't know, it's not conformed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's long enough now, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-132738087624280619?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/132738087624280619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=132738087624280619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/132738087624280619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/132738087624280619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/lunar-chinese-new-year.html' title='Lunar Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3eFmzW1GoI/AAAAAAAAANw/8exMnmrzHRE/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-laughs-hysterically.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4226661884514121498</id><published>2010-02-10T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:45:15.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickening guys.'/><title type='text'>So tired~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3LSU7y8ctI/AAAAAAAAANo/AiE8hn2YEBA/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-has-dictionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3LSU7y8ctI/AAAAAAAAANo/AiE8hn2YEBA/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-dictionary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436638957280195282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short one, I promise. I'm so sleepy I've slept the whole of my afternoon and was trying to prepare the red packets stuffed with card boards while I ate my dinner. I ended up only finished my dinner at 1100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to bring my practicals for tomorrow and together with the sample lantern. There's so much to bring, so little time to pack. I think I'm going to be hand(less?) tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope to get back all my tests to know my level of understanding the subject. I'm going to be lacking behind in geography if I don't change my seats soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate it when guys take advantage of you and you have to pretend he isn't doing anything to you. It's fucking tired having to seat with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know who him is? Find me, I'll tell you straight in your face without hesitation. I'm not that kind of weaklings to be bullied by some guy that doesn't even have the basic respect for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that excited for practical tomorrow, Mdm Aishah is only fun during theory lessons. I love theory more than practicals now. My partner and I will be doing a small Cherry Cake and Fruit Buns. I would like to try the fruit buns, I've never done that before.  But Terence doesn't want to do the Cherry Cake. It's too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, there's no need to be staying back tomorrow, I still want to hibernate more, I'm getting more tired easily. Oh my god. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4226661884514121498?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4226661884514121498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4226661884514121498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4226661884514121498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4226661884514121498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-tired.html' title='So tired~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S3LSU7y8ctI/AAAAAAAAANo/AiE8hn2YEBA/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-has-dictionary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6058018159311654030</id><published>2010-02-05T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:03:47.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired day.'/><title type='text'>Community Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2wi1awH0SI/AAAAAAAAANg/y0193Unso_c/s1600-h/funny-pictures-never-trust-a-smiling-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2wi1awH0SI/AAAAAAAAANg/y0193Unso_c/s320/funny-pictures-never-trust-a-smiling-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434757151438917922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a tiring day. Had school. Community day. Played under the rain without our shoes. Played basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's was fast today. It's like in a blink of an eye, school's over. Had Chemistry Test, Chinese Composition and English Composition. Met up with Glonee and pigs. Went to Admiralty for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go back to band. 0.0 Like I care, Daddy's not going to let me go. Hehs! Long time never played flute, my old injury's acting up the next day after I did the five stations. My arms were aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went onto a bicycle for the first time of my life today! Wow, I mean, Li Jun was the one riding, I was at the back standing up. It hurts a lot when you don't wear shoes, it's like your skin's going to come off anytime. I want to try it again! ^^ Too bad I can't ride one. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wen Jie wants me to advertise this in my blog.  &lt;&gt; 2nd Hand Ps3 Game ! Cheap ! =D Actually, the blog's is his brother's one. Lols! Hehs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6058018159311654030?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6058018159311654030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6058018159311654030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6058018159311654030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6058018159311654030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/community-day.html' title='Community Day~'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2wi1awH0SI/AAAAAAAAANg/y0193Unso_c/s72-c/funny-pictures-never-trust-a-smiling-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1835214187403219913</id><published>2010-02-04T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:41:47.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Since I entered that same room.'/><title type='text'>Been a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2q9Q6j7ECI/AAAAAAAAANY/tGM1cJ2Gf2w/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-ponders-balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2q9Q6j7ECI/AAAAAAAAANY/tGM1cJ2Gf2w/s320/funny-pictures-cat-ponders-balance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434363998671409186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright, I guess. Food and Nutrition practical was a killer! My feet are still sore from standing too long and the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good news&lt;/span&gt; is that my bag are filled with lots and lots of books. Got scalded by the handle of the saucepan and the puny Agar-Agar moulds today. It's freaking-ly hot. The Magic Agar-Agar was a failure but my Soya Sauce Chicken was a success! Even though I didn't taste it. I still love Food and Nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dina wouldn't allow us to go earlier to the Food Lab 2 and insisted that we wait till the darn bell rings then she'll greet us. We were running full speed ahead to the Food Lab 2. We can't be late, that's one of Mdm Aishah's demands for us. With her high level of demands, we were quite challenged to meet her expectations. I don't really like practicals now, I prefer theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a community afternoon tomorrow and I've been assigned to be the committee leader for the red packets lantern competition for Chinese New Year's celebration. Mummy helped me with the lantern already. I'm left to figure out how to build the whole thing together and stuffing cardboard into each read packet. I hope the class would like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to go now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1835214187403219913?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1835214187403219913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1835214187403219913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1835214187403219913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1835214187403219913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2q9Q6j7ECI/AAAAAAAAANY/tGM1cJ2Gf2w/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-ponders-balance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7939753609411329470</id><published>2010-02-02T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:01:36.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh.'/><title type='text'>Test, test and more test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2g8SAXnEBI/AAAAAAAAANI/RijvwS-Q7ag/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-does-backstroke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2g8SAXnEBI/AAAAAAAAANI/RijvwS-Q7ag/s320/funny-pictures-cat-does-backstroke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433659230456844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this post is going to be quite short. Due to the time constrain. I've got to be in bed by eleven, that's seven minutes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, tests are coming our way these few days. OMG. Physics, Chemistry, English, Chinese and Mathematics are all squeezed in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my Food and Nutrition open-book test today. Even though it's an open-book test, or rather, an essay. It's freaking long, longer than normal essays! Shit it. But I do love Food and Nutrition! ^^ My hands were shaking after that extremely long essay-writing. WTH. It's like someone pulling your nerves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mei Juan after everything. Got to Causeway and we bought our stuffs. She ate and we went back home. It's freaking-ly boring at home. We're planning on going out on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I've still got to do the fire-crackers when I'm not in the committee group. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of plannings to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of revisions to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all worn out. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7939753609411329470?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7939753609411329470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7939753609411329470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7939753609411329470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7939753609411329470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/test-test-and-more-test.html' title='Test, test and more test.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2g8SAXnEBI/AAAAAAAAANI/RijvwS-Q7ag/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-does-backstroke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4343058683733168071</id><published>2010-01-31T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:31:31.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arioso~'/><title type='text'>Happy days are meant to be a remembrance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2V1yaNnKHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/v3dR4xOmHjQ/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-has-had-too-much-caffeine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2V1yaNnKHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/v3dR4xOmHjQ/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-has-had-too-much-caffeine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432878034382694514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to update you guys about yesterday. Got to go to Tekong to play basketball. Actually, Shue Li and me were only strolling in the park lorh. Hehs. Hmm, Wen Jie, Alexis, Fu Cheng, Tek Cong were the first ones to reach, I think. Then Shue Li and me reached.  James, Wei Xin, Jonathan, Qi Rong, Zhong Hao, Zheng Yu, Shui Yuan and Ming Jie reached later. Basically, there's a lot of people. Hehs, my slipper's strap broke and I walked home barefooted. IT'S SO EMBRASSING! Seriously, from Tekong take 912 to interchange, then need to take 178 to reach home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite about everything. Oh yah, did I tell you Wei Xin drank a one litre carton of HL milk. WTH. He likes milk, alot. Hahs! Nothing special happened though. Well, got to get ready for school, tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4343058683733168071?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4343058683733168071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4343058683733168071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4343058683733168071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4343058683733168071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-days-are-meant-to-be-remembrance.html' title='Happy days are meant to be a remembrance.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S2V1yaNnKHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/v3dR4xOmHjQ/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-has-had-too-much-caffeine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5475178981994249551</id><published>2010-01-26T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:50:44.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hehs.'/><title type='text'>Basketball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S17hcb0TqOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zduT7ekbvJc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-has-cute-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S17hcb0TqOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zduT7ekbvJc/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-cute-children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431026079275133154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, stayed back on yesterday and today to play basketball. Quite fun uh. Yesterday got a lot of people lorhs, compared to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's group: Mei Juan, Shue Li, Li Jun, Tek Cong, Wen Jie, James, Leeson, Fu cheng, Wei Xin, Alvin and Zhong Hao. Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's group: Shue Li, Tek Cong, Wen Jie, Leeson, Fu Cheng, Alvin, Han Lin and Zhong Hao. Me included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically today Shue Li and me never played at all. It's so hot, I think you could get heat stroke. I was wearing half P.E. and I was already sweating. In the end wore full P.E. So hot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, got muscle aches everywhere from yesterday's playings. So tired. Hehs, we keep joking around and laughing till stomach aches. See how childish we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were doing our presentation today, scared the living shits out of me. My hands were shaking from yesterday till now. I wonder when it's going to stop. I hope it's not my illness. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Shue Li&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;q&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello (: TaGG TaGG.. thanks for ur tag worrh.. Stay happy an YOUNG! hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amelia- Hello! Thanks for the tag~ I will!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Shue Li-     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Undate!!! hehehe... TaGG TaGG.. stay pretty&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amelia- Updated! Thanks for the tag~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5475178981994249551?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5475178981994249551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5475178981994249551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5475178981994249551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5475178981994249551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/basketball.html' title='Basketball.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S17hcb0TqOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zduT7ekbvJc/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-has-cute-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3332902961476066889</id><published>2010-01-21T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:03:39.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hehs'/><title type='text'>Teamwork? Craps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1g-Pnwf9lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5PFhHZVkIPg/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1g-Pnwf9lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5PFhHZVkIPg/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-plan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429157788886496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is again an ordinary day, except that I laughed a lot. Hmm, I remembered Joy was digging my wallet and Zhong Xin was totally fascinated by this razor of mine that I kept in my wallet. He was about to play with it when I took it back from him and showed him how sharp that was. I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cut&lt;/span&gt; myself. Accidentally, of course. Now I can't use my forefinger to type. It hurts! &gt;.&lt; It's indeed sharp, too sharp, I would say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty mad during food and nutrition lesson. I won't say names but if you saw this post, I hope that you would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; for the better. We did the slides when you were sick and absent on Tuesday. We stayed back on that day to finish up the slides. The following day I wanted the work you've done, but you didn't come to school. Fine. The third day, today. You didn't bring your thumb-drive. You said I didn't say it's necessary to bring it. Is it that hard for you to have any common sense to bring F&amp;amp;N related stuffs when you have F&amp;amp;N lessons? You happily sat down and started checking our English errors. Did I even say that we were done with the slides? You don't have to scold anyone for the English errors because the three of us racked our brains off with the slides and all you did was to absent yourself, and checking our English errors? Don't you have the initiative to ask what had been done from us?  Don't you feel ashamed of anything at all? While we were again working on the slides from the teacher's feedback, you were sitting down there, writing your darn love letters and copying the recipe book for your own use. Don't you think that you've done completely nothing for the slides? If it wasn't for the other two members whom are kind enough for you, I should have stripped your name down the done by us slide. Trust me, I'm going to make sure you're not going to get the same marks as us. Whom did much more stuffs than you. Sick isn't any darn reason, since you can be back in school and gossiping so loud, you then are able to take on any workloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computers were faulty when they don't see Terence's face appearing at the F&amp;amp;N room after school. I changed seven computers to one that's about functioning well enough and it, itself deleted the new-est slides I've did and I had to re-do it from the back-up slides. What the fuck is wrong with the computers? We're staying back tomorrow again to get it printed out and sort out our oral presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about enough for today. Hope tomorrow's going to turn out well for the computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3332902961476066889?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3332902961476066889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3332902961476066889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3332902961476066889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3332902961476066889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/teamwork-craps.html' title='Teamwork? Craps.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1g-Pnwf9lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5PFhHZVkIPg/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2977293389703526444</id><published>2010-01-19T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:51:51.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I.S.H.B.A.L.'/><title type='text'>Gossips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1WnQhMVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/K3Y7wBaoStI/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-is-expecting-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1WnQhMVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/K3Y7wBaoStI/s320/funny-pictures-cat-is-expecting-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428428828094841682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;             Oh no, what did I do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today is normal. We met in the morning, had breakfast at Admiralty's MacDonald. Mei Juan came after we were done eating. Waited for her while Glonee did her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal lessons, actually wanted to stay back to do Chinese homework, unfortunately, there's Math homework as well. So in the end, I did stay back but for Food and Nutrition. Syakira was absent so Terence, Siow Qi and me try to finish the presentation slides today. We did manage to finish it, and we were actually gossiping while checking it. Mdm Aishah was like "You all have a habit of speaking in mother tongue language." and "Please go for your CCA." and something about drinking water. She is naggy! Like my mum. (: She made us get out by 0500pm. Went home with Siow Qi and reached home at 0545? Yah, somewhere around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot of things with them. I mean, really a lot. The past and everything. We do share the same perfect view of someone. Note, this someone is the same as the previous post's someone. Isn't it fascinating? To only have one attitude and the rest not liking it? It's really fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven's even pack my bag yet. I'm procrastinating today's homework to tomorrow, since there isn't any Chinese or Math lesson. I'm dead tired. The sore eye my smelly neighbor gave me isn't feeling any better, even though it's not red. It's darn itchy and pain at the same time. I hope it'll be soon over tomorrow. ): I've just realised I'm dead tired and there's physical education tomorrow. I hope it's just the five stations. I can manage that, provided with enough stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be packing my bag now, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-2977293389703526444?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2977293389703526444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2977293389703526444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2977293389703526444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2977293389703526444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/gossips.html' title='Gossips.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1WnQhMVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/K3Y7wBaoStI/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-is-expecting-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-249206943388532818</id><published>2010-01-18T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:01:17.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love nuisance pigs^^'/><title type='text'>Follow up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1RIMucjjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IhAKjn5Vk-o/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-is-awake-and-angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1RIMucjjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IhAKjn5Vk-o/s320/funny-pictures-cat-is-awake-and-angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428042834351721682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                          Tsk! Cause I just want to say to you that I love you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm supposed to be updating you all yesterday, due to the time constraint, I shall do it today. Yesterday, I laughed all out for the first time after some problems due to Shue Li, man, she is one good joker you would want to own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hilarious that we had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;same perfect view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of someone. Even though it's bad to do that, we had a conference between Shue Li, Mei Juan, Glonee and me gossiping about someone. Li Jun can't use computer though, if not, it would be more funny. Hmm, I remembered doing that somewhere around evenings uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, I remembered going to Ang Mo Kio Avenue Ten for breakfast. There's a few hawker centers there, we went to the second one, I think. Seriously, the floor is dirty, it's unhygienic, poor manners, and even so, the food was not that great of a deal. Mummy's fish-ball noodle stall had the worst attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fifteen minutes wait, Daddy got angry and went straight to the stall and I think you all know what will take place. That stall owner tried to blame it on the popularity of his stall and yah, bull-shitting when his food is not even the mark of my market's minced meat noodle. He claimed that he couldn't remember for our seating was very far. What fucking excuses was that when he could deliver his customer's order in less than ten minutes for the table behind us, practically and technically, it's fucking far than ours to the stall when you compared it. When daddy got angry and said that if you can't keep your promise to others, don't do it then, his wife was there defending him saying that they don't write orders down. What big fuck of a deal is that?! My favorite stall don't even take down orders and have far more people eating theirs than that pathetic piece of bull shitting human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with stall owners' attitude towards customers nowadays. It's not like you're going to be killed if you fake a smile and say thank you. And I thought that people were educated. You don't take your customers as your punch bag for all sorts of fucking bad things that happened on you, yourself.  Why don't you look into the mirror and ask yourself why all the things that happened on you are all bad stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of lecturing, there's not much about today though, only that it's the first time that I got so excited about Maths and fighting for the answer with a few of my mates. I even managed to get my math and chemistry homework done before going home. Zhong Xin and Mei Juan too! ^^ I'm glad I didn't choose additional mathematics, it's stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that this post is long enough, so goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2561630737256898044-249206943388532818?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/249206943388532818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=249206943388532818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/249206943388532818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/249206943388532818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-up.html' title='Follow up!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1RIMucjjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IhAKjn5Vk-o/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-is-awake-and-angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3845490425018535379</id><published>2010-01-16T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:23:15.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hehs.'/><title type='text'>Stressed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1FkQMzwj-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AgwpQ-jmhGk/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-likes-vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 422px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1FkQMzwj-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AgwpQ-jmhGk/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-likes-vanilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427229255437160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                          My favorite flavor too! On ice-cream, though. :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let me think what should I update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work's pretty challenging to me, especially Physics. I can't really handle that. Maths is still okay, even though I hate Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to hate English now. Seriously, when Mr Faraz caught people reading newspaper, he would praise us and tell us the importance of reading newspaper. I got chided for reading newspaper in class last Thursday. What the fuck is wrong with reading the newspaper when you've already done your work and there's nothing else to do. You could still see how pissed off I am, considering who's my English substitute teacher is. On the other hand, I should be glad that's it's only for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; weeks. It's fucking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to this song "Cry on my shoulders". I only know this song is sang by two guys and one girl. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=cry+on+my+shoulder&amp;amp;search_type=&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;oq=cry+on"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for the song I've found in www.youtube.com, even though one of the guy is girly and everything, but he sings very nice. I got this song from Xin Hui and I upload it into my Mp3, I went to sleep listening to this song in repeat last night. I'm still listening to it even now, as I'm typing my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping more than usual in the weekends now, that's to make up for the loss of sleep during school days. I'm always waking up at 0430am every school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I have to make time for the hair treatment I've started today, I'll have to wake up at 0420 from next week onwards. I have to put the treatment on my hair for fucking five minutes before I could wash it away. But it's very effective. I'm trying to minimize the split ends of my hair so I'm trying not to get angry during that five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair smells so nice! ^^ Sunsilk smell. That's the hair treatment thingy uh. I couldn't smell the Pantene shampoo and Dove conditioner I'm using though. Oh well, it's only for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry, cry on my shoulder~ Hahs! I'm seriously addicted to it. Well, I got to go now, Bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3845490425018535379?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3845490425018535379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3845490425018535379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3845490425018535379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3845490425018535379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/stressed-up.html' title='Stressed up.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S1FkQMzwj-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AgwpQ-jmhGk/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-likes-vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2772647627206457686</id><published>2010-01-15T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:46:53.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucking assholes.'/><title type='text'>School? Bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Fucking pissed. Sorry, Shue Li, I'll do a detailed update of my life tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-2772647627206457686?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2772647627206457686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2772647627206457686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2772647627206457686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2772647627206457686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-bullshit.html' title='School? Bullshit.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2131972642869446001</id><published>2010-01-11T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:24:46.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Nuisance Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S0sKRZC_cjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hBcIWXStLjY/s1600-h/img-set.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S0sKRZC_cjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hBcIWXStLjY/s320/img-set.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425441469995381298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No reason for putting this picture, just feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school Mei Juan, Shue Li, Xin Hui, Li Jun, Glonee and me went to Causeway after waiting for Glonee to finish her composition test. We were having so much fun that we decided to make this day the Nuisance Day for us. Even though Mei Juan went home early, we helped her to buy the hairband for her as well. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got blue. ^^ Glonee got white. Li Jun got pink. Xin Hui got light purple. Shue Li got orange and Mei Juan got light peach, I think. Glonee nicknamed us the Nuisance peeps! Hahs! She's so adorable. I got all my stuffs expect that I forgot one. I got my baby powder, pen refills, yellow file. I forgot to buy my Prefrin, it's for red eyes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seriously, today is the most memorable day for me. To be able to laugh with all my peeps and gossiping about the same people we don't like. :x SECRET! Hahs. Well, we ate Yoshinoya with Mei Juan too before she headed home and we went shopping. Glonee got her eyeliner, necklace, earrings and some other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I'm going off now, Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-2131972642869446001?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2131972642869446001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2131972642869446001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2131972642869446001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2131972642869446001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuisance-day.html' title='Nuisance Day.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S0sKRZC_cjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hBcIWXStLjY/s72-c/img-set.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3312629895578535846</id><published>2010-01-06T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:13:05.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to school.'/><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S0RsjSxj2QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DUbKzJ0FsLg/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-sees-dog-outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S0RsjSxj2QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DUbKzJ0FsLg/s320/funny-pictures-cat-sees-dog-outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423579204851849474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long not posting thingy, I've been occupied with too much stuffs since school's started and I hardly have any time left. Hehs! Talk about there's ample time to do everything. =.= I haven't even pack my bag yet. The timetable's in our hands now, so bags are going to be loaded with books. So not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it'll be boring without Glonee and Li Jun plus the others 2-5 students, but after three days of mixing around with my new class, I found it quite enjoyable there. Even though there's like only thirteen students who are previously from 2-5. They're a bunch of nice friends to be with. Just that it tends to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little noisy&lt;/span&gt;. Mr Ho had to keep reminding us to shut the noisy mouths of ours. Hehs! So much for being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to those lessons with those new teachers. ^^ Well, I got to go and pack my bag now, Bye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WTF. There's really not much time for me and I swear I would play the flute today. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3312629895578535846?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3312629895578535846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3312629895578535846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3312629895578535846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3312629895578535846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/S0RsjSxj2QI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DUbKzJ0FsLg/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-sees-dog-outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7281192619780131542</id><published>2010-01-02T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:33:15.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School&apos;s starting'/><title type='text'>Holidays are almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sz7_pz9-eJI/AAAAAAAAALw/4HMe62bDyns/s1600-h/youstillmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sz7_pz9-eJI/AAAAAAAAALw/4HMe62bDyns/s320/youstillmad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422052095190530194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, I don't really like cats, Kittens are acceptable. I'm putting cat-joke pictures because they only supplied cat-joke ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time since I last updated my blog. It's going to be revive by this post, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most likey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over it that I'm going not going to be in the same class as Glonee and Li Jun. It's just not the same having your best friends beside you. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my homework are still with Glonee. Hahs! Most of our class people are asking for one another's homework to copy! Especially maths. I think most people are too lazy for Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to playing Fiesta for quite sometime. Now that School's starting, not only my time of playing the computer would decrease. Even my shows that I want to watch are clashing with the school! Gosh. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still got tons of things to buy from the school's bookshop on Monday, I just hope that the bookshop won't be so crowded. I need to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another P.E. shirt,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 pairs of school socks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A4 exercise books,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair clips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I just asked daddy for the money for school socks and exercise books and Daddy agreed! Yay! No need to pull the money out of my own wallet. Hehes. Oh, I did tell him about the need of buying my food and nutrition book which is very expensive. My sister have one so if it's the same version then I could save it up. Got to buy other sciences books too. I hope Daddy gets the money ready on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do we need to bring books to school on the first day? I didn't bring mine when I was in Sec one and ended up telling Mr S that I haven't bought my books yet. Got a big lecture from him! :x Remember to bring your storybook or you'll be punished! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm going back to play my games for now, BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I need TAGS! :] Hahas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7281192619780131542?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7281192619780131542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7281192619780131542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7281192619780131542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7281192619780131542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-are-almost-over.html' title='Holidays are almost over'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sz7_pz9-eJI/AAAAAAAAALw/4HMe62bDyns/s72-c/youstillmad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8510383696114400281</id><published>2009-12-19T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:56:03.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nails.'/><title type='text'>Outing with Glonee^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyzYvQXYHhI/AAAAAAAAALo/wAittu8nV54/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-calls-you-stupid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyzYvQXYHhI/AAAAAAAAALo/wAittu8nV54/s320/funny-pictures-cat-calls-you-stupid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416942758178332178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my fish is going to be dead soon, it just keeps on jumping from on end to another or it'll be so still you can't guess whether it's pretending to be dead or real dead. For some reason, it likes to hear music. Whenever I'm on the computer and don't listen to music, it'll keep really still to the direction of my speakers. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, supposedly to meet Glonee at 1230 at the interchange. Believe me, she woke up at 1227. Ended up we were behind schedule by nearly forty minutes. =_= Met and we went to SSC to buy some stuffs, ate at Banquet and I help Glonee with her nails. We bought nail polish and nail polish remover at the interchange there. It's so cheap. 0_0 Freaking one dollar for a bottle, I got one and Glonee got one. Help Sister to buy one and got another one for myself when I went home with Mummy and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Causeway and accompany Glonee till Mummy and Adam came for me and Jasmin (Did I get the spelling right?) for Glonee. Eventually went our separate ways and blah blah blah. Saw Glonee again at the interchange with Jasmin and Amelia Wee, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm going off now, I'm actually getting kind of sleepy. Night people! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8510383696114400281?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8510383696114400281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8510383696114400281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8510383696114400281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8510383696114400281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing-with-glonee.html' title='Outing with Glonee^^'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyzYvQXYHhI/AAAAAAAAALo/wAittu8nV54/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-calls-you-stupid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6261237494221875691</id><published>2009-12-18T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:28:35.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zzz...'/><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sypaj2YtqDI/AAAAAAAAALg/EXrOktiZ73M/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-sleeps-with-stuffed-toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sypaj2YtqDI/AAAAAAAAALg/EXrOktiZ73M/s320/funny-pictures-cat-sleeps-with-stuffed-toy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416241073807534130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes, I do sleep with one. Not just one. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm suppose to be sleeping at this time, even though it's holiday. I doubt that I could wake up at eight tomorrow to bathe. I'm just so lazy. I was chatting on the phone with Glonee about eight hours ago, that makes it about four o'clock? I was so nervous about the separation thingy with Glonee. Ugh, I have to be in a class that mostly are 2-6 people? =_= You're kidding me right? There's hardly anyone I know that are previously from 2-5. I mean, Chinese girls which I normally hang out with, they're all in 3-5. See, I hate life. It's not fair. :[ Sigh, let nature takes it's course. I don't really want to complain about it. Forget what I've just said. Going off to sleep now, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6261237494221875691?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6261237494221875691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6261237494221875691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6261237494221875691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6261237494221875691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sypaj2YtqDI/AAAAAAAAALg/EXrOktiZ73M/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-sleeps-with-stuffed-toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8894798042587878996</id><published>2009-12-15T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:19:51.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmm.'/><title type='text'>Vocalise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SycoNQOyqTI/AAAAAAAAALY/buQt2mlIWVA/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-will-not-be-poked-again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SycoNQOyqTI/AAAAAAAAALY/buQt2mlIWVA/s320/funny-pictures-cat-will-not-be-poked-again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415341285096728882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hunting for the song and the score sheets "Vocalise" in MP3 format played by the flute and accompanied by the piano but to no avail. I could only find "Ave Maria" and "Morning Mood", both by the flute and accompanied by the piano. I found the score sheets too. The website http://www.flutetunes.com was a great big help. I found the song in MP3 format and the score sheets to "Canon-in-D-major" too! They got the accompaniment parts too. Finally, some new songs to play. I've been itching to play those songs. Except, I got to learn my vibrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fO9i0JCGrZs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for the song "Vocalise" that I found in www.youtube.com. It's played with very nice vibrato. I just have to learn this song. It's so warming and nice. Well, have fun listening to it. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8894798042587878996?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8894798042587878996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8894798042587878996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8894798042587878996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8894798042587878996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/vocalise.html' title='Vocalise.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SycoNQOyqTI/AAAAAAAAALY/buQt2mlIWVA/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-will-not-be-poked-again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-64674685854862056</id><published>2009-12-12T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:20:18.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.T'/><title type='text'>Blisters, I hate them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyOE0MaeuXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DxiNXcLjaQU/s1600-h/funny-pictures-your-cat-tutors-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyOE0MaeuXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DxiNXcLjaQU/s320/funny-pictures-your-cat-tutors-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414317209249823090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Sorry that I'm going at this rate, but this is the best I could do with that two trembling hands I have. Went out with Glonee today. Now I'm updated with the latest news. Good. We met at the bus interchange because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; was apparently late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT to Sembawang. Bought my honey red tea to quench my thirst. It's a very hot day! Took the shuttle bus to SSC. We ate at Subway and Glonee made me laugh alot, as usual. Then we bought our uniforms all that. Quite heavy though! Glonee then went to Popular to buy her missing two books, unfortunately, only one was available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Comics Collection and took the chance to see if they sell the comics I wanted. But unfortunately, they only have one book seven left. Well, went down and I stole Glonee's words out of her mouth. Saw Cotton On and decided to go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two amy flats and Glonee bought two tank tops. We then took the shuttle bus back to Sembawang. And all the way back to Causeway. Went to the Library's toilet at Civic Centre. I put on one of my amy flat because I'm scared my shoe's strap will give in any moment. It's quite comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mac to do our homework but didn't. We chit-chatted alot down there. Went to some shops and I waited for the cab with Glonee before I went home. Consequences of wearing flats? Two big blisters. Someone teach me to settle it down! I don't want to poke it, it'll leave scars. And I'm going to wear it next Saturday again. Meeting Glonee again. It hurts. I could feel the water inside when I touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to post any further already. My hands are tired. I'll end here now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-64674685854862056?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/64674685854862056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=64674685854862056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/64674685854862056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/64674685854862056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/blisters-i-hate-them.html' title='Blisters, I hate them...'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyOE0MaeuXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DxiNXcLjaQU/s72-c/funny-pictures-your-cat-tutors-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3475078869285484299</id><published>2009-12-11T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:01:48.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is your words true? I doubt it.'/><title type='text'>Please. =_="</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyIvNEJuQiI/AAAAAAAAALI/sW1Ho_EE5qQ/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-has-been-woken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyIvNEJuQiI/AAAAAAAAALI/sW1Ho_EE5qQ/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-been-woken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413941603552084514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm, since La Corda D'oro Primo Passo had ended, I've been catching Colourcloud Palace airing on Animax at the time slot La Corda D'oro Primo Passo had took (11am, 6pm, 9pm). I only catch the 6pm one though. 11am is the previous episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are airing on Animax in Saturdays as well, four episodes together starting at 5:30pm. Tomorrow's episode is episode 22. I'm not going to catch that one. I'm going to stick with the weekdays one because I want to catch the whole anime. It is only at episode 2 in weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show God(?) Save our king! Season 2 had ended today. Two thumbs up for that show! It's real nice. Though I didn't catch the entire anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the flute as usual and my sister had the urge to play it too. Hahas, influenced by me though. She was doing some work beside me. I agree with her though, the low notes on my flute are hard to get. Especially the e flat and d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Yorkshire Ballad with sister, I took the first flute part because I don't really knew how to play the second flute piece, it's flooded with more notes than the first flute piece and very low. I was delighted, very, in fact. That I could change from the low to high notes quite fast when I'm playing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only played a while with her and my fingers were trembling and shaking again. Maybe I'm stressing my fingers out. I wish that would be the reason. I knew the real reason, though. My illness is really going to kick in soon. Isn't it? I knew it because of the tempers I'm having with Adam lately. He really gets on my nerves. Well, can't blame him, who ask me to be nine years older than him. I really got to keep that temper down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I also get scolded by her quite often though, well that's worth it. It's nice to hear her play again, I admire her skills. I wish I could be like her. Huh! Far cry, I've got to work hard to beat her. I've been itching to buy another flute, but this time, I want a pure 925 sterling silver flute and a first hand one too. Got to be open-hole ones. If I really want to buy it, I make sure I work hard to get it. ^^ That's already considered a small price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Glonee tomorrow. Going to do homework and buy uniforms at SSC. I'm afraid that I don't know the route home. Although I know the route there, by the shuttle bus at somewhere near the Sembawang MRT station. The bus stop, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that this post is long enough for making up for the last few day's short post. I'm going off now, Bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3475078869285484299?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3475078869285484299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3475078869285484299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3475078869285484299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3475078869285484299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/please.html' title='Please. =_=&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyIvNEJuQiI/AAAAAAAAALI/sW1Ho_EE5qQ/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-has-been-woken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7173628443116023716</id><published>2009-12-10T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:28:45.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darn fingers.'/><title type='text'>I don't trust.. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyDolrVEITI/AAAAAAAAALA/baAXjlThwb8/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-threatens-you-with-mad-cow-disease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyDolrVEITI/AAAAAAAAALA/baAXjlThwb8/s320/funny-pictures-cat-threatens-you-with-mad-cow-disease.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413582486083215666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust my fingers to do anymore typing. My fingers had been trembling ever since yesterday. Ever since I started to play the flute again. Is that a side effect? Or has my illness finally kicked in? Darn. My fingers shake when I play the flute, when I type. What should I do to stop the darn fingers? Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for dinner now, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7173628443116023716?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7173628443116023716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7173628443116023716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7173628443116023716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7173628443116023716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-trust.html' title='I don&apos;t trust.. . .'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SyDolrVEITI/AAAAAAAAALA/baAXjlThwb8/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-threatens-you-with-mad-cow-disease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5684961965665916789</id><published>2009-12-08T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:22:31.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I chose music.'/><title type='text'>I found out the reason why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sx40uGs8yOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_EAV8w6Z-dE/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sx40uGs8yOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_EAV8w6Z-dE/s320/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412821768823687394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I finally update my blog. Hahas. I convinced myself that I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finished&lt;/span&gt; my homework when there's still half of it not done. -Math, History, Science and my Chinese composition- so that I could play the flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that I could deliver all the high notes that I knew in just a matter of a few hours. I'm so delighted. (: The blisters were all worth it! I'm trying to find out that song Azuma Yunoki played on the last competition of La Corda D'oro Primo Passo episode 25. I want to learn to play that song, it's so warm and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I am a violinist too. That way, I could play Ave Maria on the violin. It's also one of my favorites. God, I wish I had a soundproof room. That way, I could play the flute whenever I like. Hahas, god. My whole post is about flute. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still got tons of homework to do and I'm counting on Glonee for math when we meet on Saturday. GOD!!! I'm so lazy when I see math. Glonee, it's going to be hard for you. You'll have to teach me from chapter one, I mean, probably all the math questions. Well, got to go now! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5684961965665916789?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5684961965665916789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5684961965665916789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5684961965665916789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5684961965665916789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-found-out-reason-why.html' title='I found out the reason why'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sx40uGs8yOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_EAV8w6Z-dE/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-watches-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8791046437483559530</id><published>2009-12-06T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:23:51.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love-ed.'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sxtne8AnHmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTFL30HiBN4/s1600-h/funny-pictures-wet-kitty-is-no-longer-nice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sxtne8AnHmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTFL30HiBN4/s320/funny-pictures-wet-kitty-is-no-longer-nice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412033158418210402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Long time no post&lt;/span&gt;. Hahas, I was finding&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; interesting&lt;/span&gt; subjects to blog about. I'm going off at five o'clock to watch television later. But at five-thirty they feature La Corda D'oro Primo Passo episode 19 to 23 again. Haix. I want to watch Animax shows. Hurry up and have Monday in! I want to watch episode 24, not repeats. So&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; maybe&lt;/span&gt; later going to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out fast. I've only completed English and Geography homework. I'm trying to start on Chinese, but I haven't finish finding all the photographs. Somebody help me with Maths. There's no way I'm going to finish it all by myself. I'm a maths novice. Hahas. And I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to play my games now, BYE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~Tags Replied~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Glonee: AMELIA.TAN! I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Glonee: HEHES! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amelia: GLONEE! I miss you too. ): Hope to meet you fast, okays? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8791046437483559530?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8791046437483559530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8791046437483559530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8791046437483559530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8791046437483559530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sxtne8AnHmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vTFL30HiBN4/s72-c/funny-pictures-wet-kitty-is-no-longer-nice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8796280226197006890</id><published>2009-12-02T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:19:45.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Have fun. (:'/><title type='text'>Making a comeback? Like that's going to get me anywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxZNao_f_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gof4v7etNu8/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-missed-you1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxZNao_f_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gof4v7etNu8/s320/funny-pictures-cat-missed-you1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410597122407923586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that picture? It describes me! Hahas. I've been missing Glonee and Li Jun and all my other classmates. But especially Glonee and Li Jun! God! When will the holidays end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I've been thinking lately. I should faster finish all my homework and make time for my flute. It's been years since I really really played it. I know, it's been a very long time. It's going to be rusty. I bet that I can't even play it. Expect for the low notes, though. It took me what, like weeks to master my high b flat back then. I'll probably take months to relearn my high b flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ave maria- if I'm not wrong with both the spelling and the piece- it sounds really nice when played by a violin. I heard it in the show "La Corda D'oro Primo Passo". It's a very smoothing piece when played. I hope Kahoko will play this piece in the last competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I've got to go now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8796280226197006890?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8796280226197006890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8796280226197006890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8796280226197006890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8796280226197006890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-comeback-like-thats-going-to-get.html' title='Making a comeback? Like that&apos;s going to get me anywhere.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxZNao_f_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gof4v7etNu8/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-missed-you1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6059002905981603430</id><published>2009-11-30T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:59:04.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psst.'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxPbVg6HLNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HbI--wH4knA/s1600/ryotaro-w-his-piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxPbVg6HLNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HbI--wH4knA/s320/ryotaro-w-his-piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409908740059507922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't wanted to post, actually. There was nothing to post about. But since I'm free and I'm surfing the net, I guess...why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been happening lately. I've been trying to do the English Composition but I just can't think of any ideas, not even the three hundred and thirty English essays book could help me. Why do they have to give such abstract theme. -.- It's not like we're some sort of English freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, up till now, I only had completed two comprehensions. I'm going to start on Geography first, hopefully, there's enough motivation and brain cells left for the other homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for the short post but, I think I'll end now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                                         ~Tag replied~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Glonee: MeiMeiMei! ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Amelia: Hey, Jie! So long no see, I forgot how you looked like! Fortunately, there are pictures of you in your blog! Keep me updated via your blog posts, okay? :D Thanks for the tag! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6059002905981603430?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6059002905981603430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6059002905981603430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6059002905981603430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6059002905981603430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxPbVg6HLNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HbI--wH4knA/s72-c/ryotaro-w-his-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3707486141900842854</id><published>2009-11-29T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:20:08.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy holidays.'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxIQI2iANoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IkOKnjCAx5c/s1600/funny-pictures-kitten-says-they-will-find-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxIQI2iANoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IkOKnjCAx5c/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-says-they-will-find-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409403846688519810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, I'm going to post a short one for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother wore an Ultraman shirt plus shorts today. Btw, he wears PJs for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like: Adam! Ultraman lerhs. Shuai ge (handsome boy) uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes: NO  LA! This is Automan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replyed: 0_0 You sure not? This one not Ultraman mehs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted: Yah la, I correct. Is Automan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I gave up, I said: Yah la yah la, you Automan la. I Manualman, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ang Mo Kio for breakfast. I ate so much, my stomach feels like bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, we were in Daddy's car and this motorcycle passed by us. The exhaust pipe is so noisy that I was irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted: Stupid housefly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy goes laughing so hard and she and I ended up laughing and gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: Long time never go your grandmother's house, I've forgotten how housefly sounded like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she continued: You're so good in this kind of things but not in your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go: -.-" Everything also can be related to my studies one lerhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I've got for you all. Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3707486141900842854?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3707486141900842854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3707486141900842854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3707486141900842854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3707486141900842854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxIQI2iANoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IkOKnjCAx5c/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-says-they-will-find-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7878149170359558103</id><published>2009-11-28T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:38:38.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=.='/><title type='text'>Isn't this what you always wanted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxD60HLaE8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/tt-5Rxk9nmE/s1600/funny-pictures-cats-see-what-you-did.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxD60HLaE8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/tt-5Rxk9nmE/s320/funny-pictures-cats-see-what-you-did.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409098925659001794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, earthlings! Hahas. Wanted to update on yesterday's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Toa Payoh for breakfast. Back home about one o'clock. Then went to Anchorvale Link to pick Daddy's friend then to Changi to send Daddy's friend off. He went to Terminal One, though. We went to Terminal Three for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the lifts there are too high-tech for us. We were there, standing like fools, waiting for the lift to come to us. -.-" Glad that it came to us. Eventually. Quite fun uh. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Loyang-I-forget-what-comes-after-that to pray pray.  We saw a big dog there, sleeping like there's no tomorrow. The counter lady told my brother that it slept in such ugly position. The dog heard and turned to the other side. Yah, totally scared the heck out of us. Daddy told us that one of the dogs knew how to smoke. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was morning when we reached home. First time in my fourteen years of life that I went back home so late with my family. I guess it's better to go out at night than morning. It's much more quiet and cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happen today. Well, only the normal routines. Got to go now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7878149170359558103?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7878149170359558103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7878149170359558103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7878149170359558103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7878149170359558103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/isnt-this-what-you-always-wanted.html' title='Isn&apos;t this what you always wanted?'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SxD60HLaE8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/tt-5Rxk9nmE/s72-c/funny-pictures-cats-see-what-you-did.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1622227779547112656</id><published>2009-11-26T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:35:13.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screw everything.'/><title type='text'>Fuck off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sw5nAMyvcVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jPkAHUTOHok/s1600/funny-pictures-you-should-not-touch-this-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sw5nAMyvcVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jPkAHUTOHok/s320/funny-pictures-you-should-not-touch-this-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408373455650255186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sometimes I think that human have to experience this. (Above picture) Psst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't even know why I'm blogging. Well, I get fucking pissed off by some freaking trivial matters. -.- What's the matter with me? I just can't seem to see why am I in the wrong. That's why I won't admit to mistakes that I can't seem to see it as one. WTF. What am I talking about. I've got to control my stubborn temper or I'll really get it from thyroids. Fuck that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1622227779547112656?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1622227779547112656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1622227779547112656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1622227779547112656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1622227779547112656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck off.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sw5nAMyvcVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jPkAHUTOHok/s72-c/funny-pictures-you-should-not-touch-this-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-293859588392136426</id><published>2009-11-25T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:30:05.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is this what I really yearn for?'/><title type='text'>I don't know why, but I've got this bad feeling inside me. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sw0RRruLSsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/90cac6XlDE0/s1600/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-a-household-appliance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sw0RRruLSsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/90cac6XlDE0/s320/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-a-household-appliance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407997723033684674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think of something to post. I think I used up all my brain cells in school, I just can't think of anything. &gt;.&lt; Time to grow some new brain cells, hopefully, they will last till the end of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bad feeling that's growing inside me, I don't know what should I call it. Instinct? Guilt? I don't know. Hopefully, it's just me thinking too much. Come on, it's the holidays and are supposed to be free from all of this. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of  sudden, it seems like there's nothing to do. Well, the chores are there but well, other than the chores. plus homework. There is really nothing to do. Shoppings? Outings? I'm not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing I want to do, or rather, play. That is the flute. I want to be able to play well like before. It's been nearly two years since I really make myself take the flute out to play. Come to think of it, I'm just an amateur. It'll be an embarrassment. I don't think I really want to play the flute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go now, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-293859588392136426?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/293859588392136426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=293859588392136426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/293859588392136426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/293859588392136426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-why-but-ive-got-this-bad.html' title='I don&apos;t know why, but I&apos;ve got this bad feeling inside me. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Sw0RRruLSsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/90cac6XlDE0/s72-c/funny-pictures-your-cat-is-a-household-appliance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-251947996330086742</id><published>2009-11-23T19:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:48:27.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy fourteen.'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Swpxz9fYu8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MOGMxp0E6r8/s1600/funny-pictures-kitten-has-an-army-of-robots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Swpxz9fYu8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MOGMxp0E6r8/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-has-an-army-of-robots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407259440105176002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hahas. I'm finally fourteen! And I feel old. &gt;.&lt; Stop being depressed. I'm depressing! Argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I forget. I wish to thank those who wished me a happy birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ah Yi, Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Glonee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LiJun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mummy, Elton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;JiaJun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Aunt Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shuyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nadiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MeiJuan, WeiLynn, Aishah, Daniel, Conson, Jonathan, Ian and Joy! (In order of time I've received.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wants me to write her name. -.- So, here goes.. Adrienne. Hahahahas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already very delighted with just a saying of happy birthday. I'm easily cheered up. So, once again, I want to thank each and every one of you whom wished me a happy birthday! Thank you! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go now, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-251947996330086742?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/251947996330086742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=251947996330086742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/251947996330086742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/251947996330086742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Swpxz9fYu8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MOGMxp0E6r8/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-has-an-army-of-robots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-191819914013273851</id><published>2009-11-21T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:41:26.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still hungry~'/><title type='text'>Hungry =_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Swf6MZ525-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/U62hWqECOq0/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-has-come-back-for-his-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Swf6MZ525-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/U62hWqECOq0/s320/funny-pictures-cat-has-come-back-for-his-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406564968700504034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm hungry! :( That's so random! Hahas. But truthfully, I am. Hope everything going to be fine. &gt;.&lt; Well, I really got to start on that pile of homework or I'll not make it in time. There, I don't want to get scolded on the first day of school. P.E. attire is out of stock! Gosh, I was only looking forward to that part. Hehes, will have stock in one to two weeks. OMG, that's so long!!! Argh. Think about it, I'm going to be a senior senior. Hahas, that's stupid. Please ignore me. =_= I feel so old! I've left two more days till being fourteen. I'M OLD! OLD I'D TELL YA! OLD!! Kay, seriously, ignore me. I've got to go make someone crazy, probably Glonee. Hahas, got to go! BYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I still feel old. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-191819914013273851?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/191819914013273851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=191819914013273851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/191819914013273851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/191819914013273851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungry.html' title='Hungry =_='/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Swf6MZ525-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/U62hWqECOq0/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-has-come-back-for-his-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2606213743364786933</id><published>2009-11-19T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:15:34.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Money.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortunately'/><title type='text'>Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwU1MB37uhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ri9vDGeMi5w/s1600/funny-pictures-kittens-have-different-brightness-levels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwU1MB37uhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ri9vDGeMi5w/s320/funny-pictures-kittens-have-different-brightness-levels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405785408505887250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greetings! I come with peace. Hahahas. I'm bored!!! I've been going to Causeway with Mummy almost everyday   again!!! OMG. Waste of money. 0_0 Seriously I've to get my homework done but I'm toooo lazy to get anything done. Don't ask me, I guess 99.99999999% many of you are slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm only posting because I've got nothing better to do. I'm to lazy to play the flute. Too lazy to try. &gt;.&lt; I'll die of practicing soon. ): Mummy's calling, got to go for dinner. Sorry for the short post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-2606213743364786933?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2606213743364786933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2606213743364786933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2606213743364786933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2606213743364786933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-is-not-most-important-thing-in.html' title='Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwU1MB37uhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ri9vDGeMi5w/s72-c/funny-pictures-kittens-have-different-brightness-levels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-685967431605257168</id><published>2009-11-18T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:35:01.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five more days.'/><title type='text'>My chinese birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwQEF2tJZzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/frggrDnM2E8/s1600/FunnySayings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwQEF2tJZzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/frggrDnM2E8/s320/FunnySayings2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405449951382169394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bathed and smelling great! Hahas, I've set a new routine for myself. Isn't that great?!?! Wahahahas. Well, went to Causeway in the afternoon and I saw human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Indian woman was dashing for the road as the green man was already flashing. Out of nowhere, a little boy appeared and was standing right in front of her. He's younger than my brother, give or take, about one year old. And the next thing I knew, the Indian woman was sprawled flat on the road and the little boy was squashed by her. Ouch. That's quite a scare for the little boy. And guess what, instead of being the guilty one, she pushed the blame to his grandparents. Blaming that they should held on to his hand. WTF. Quite a lot of people stood there, rooted to the ground. Wondering if the little boy was alright. Why is there this kind of people. Innocent boy, got squashed by an Indian woman, mind you, she's not that thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner just now. The spicy dishes was really spicy. I'm not intending to get a stomachache. Quite alright, I guess. Well, I've got to tend to other stuffs, BYE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-685967431605257168?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/685967431605257168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=685967431605257168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/685967431605257168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/685967431605257168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-chinese-birthday.html' title='My chinese birthday.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwQEF2tJZzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/frggrDnM2E8/s72-c/FunnySayings2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-7769268671761809114</id><published>2009-11-16T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:27:47.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buh-bye'/><title type='text'>I'm seriously rotting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwE0e_ykkEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4c2hgZzNGRI/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-breastfeeds-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwE0e_ykkEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4c2hgZzNGRI/s320/funny-pictures-cat-breastfeeds-baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404658734945570882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kay, now   I'm pissed. I've got one neighbour playing the stupid recorder. Oh, it's real annoying when it's out of tune. I've got another neighbour playing the stupid music that loud. Yes, he thinks that he opened a club. I've got the same neighbour - playing the stupid recorder one- with loads of other children running through the corridor and shouting like as if one's on fire. And when their parents had enough of them running downstairs at the playground. They shouted at them to come out this instant. Yes, be shocked that the children could hear them within a distance of ten stories apart. Oh, it's supposed to be a nice quiet evening and supposed to be that I could hear by brother's gentle breathing. Yah, so much of being the nice neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to causeway with Mummy. She bought a pencil case for me.^^ It's one of those handmade ones. I like the handicrafts. Well, did shopping and carried back home a lot of stuffs. Caught my show -La Corda D'oro Primo Passo- the next episode would be the second round of the competition. They called it contours, if I'm not mistaken. I must admit that it's rather a nice show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be shocked that I haven't done any of the homework. I didn't even touch them. Hehes. I'll be doing it only in December. I'm so bored getting stuck up at home doing the same routine. I wonder how did mummy went through all these years. 0.o Oh well, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-7769268671761809114?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7769268671761809114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=7769268671761809114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7769268671761809114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/7769268671761809114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-seriously-rotting.html' title='I&apos;m seriously rotting.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SwE0e_ykkEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4c2hgZzNGRI/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-breastfeeds-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-983367327083685007</id><published>2009-11-11T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:22:23.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking posting results.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh. Fucking month'/><title type='text'>Fucking class. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvqbeRKqBfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9cKHIjz3fuY/s1600-h/dontworriezi128391168792968750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvqbeRKqBfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9cKHIjz3fuY/s320/dontworriezi128391168792968750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402801647290811890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Screw the posting results! Screw everything! Ughhh. ): I'm stuck in 3n6 and my two best-est friends are in 3n5. &gt;.&lt; I hate school. Now I can't talk to them in class anymore. ): God! Screw 3n6. Now why can't they don't separate us? It isn't that difficult.  Went out with Li Jun yesterday. Supposedly to be an advanced celebration for my birthday but those two will be the deaths of me. (: Well, can't blame them. They're not like me, cca-free. Heehee. Watched "Love Happens" with her and she re-named to "Shit Happens" Hahahas. Seriously, it's frigging funny. Yah, and I thought she's that nice to open the door for me and NO, she isn't. My head banged onto the stupid door and my shoe got stuck, ended up, one of the frigging strap has to be spoiled. Need to buy new shoes. =_= What an unlucky month for me even though it's not suppose to. Well, let's continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Jun and I went to Breeks and she ordered the i-forget-what-it-is thing. It's student meal, actually. I watched her ate and I ate her fries. Quite nice, though. Well, went home after that. Had trouble walking. &gt;.&lt; The shoes are too big. Should had bought the smaller size one but I'm scared that it'll be too small for me till next year. Well. Screw the shoes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-983367327083685007?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/983367327083685007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=983367327083685007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/983367327083685007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/983367327083685007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucking-class.html' title='Fucking class. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvqbeRKqBfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9cKHIjz3fuY/s72-c/dontworriezi128391168792968750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-2427353257731123117</id><published>2009-11-09T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:54:17.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='):'/><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Svfyj27xF0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YmBs5Kb5JO4/s1600-h/1155341618648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Svfyj27xF0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YmBs5Kb5JO4/s320/1155341618648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402052975909738306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I dreamt that I was in school. You know, school. I've just finished being a role in some kind of work that's related to music. Yes, only people with music background can participate in this. I remembered stepping into the classroom with Glonee. I didn't finish the work that i was supposed to do. When i got back to class, Mad R saw my unfinished work and reprimanded me. That I'm only privileged to do it because I'm with a music background- band. After the dream, I woke up and found myself giving reasons. Why should I bother to finish the work when no one treats me as me in back. Since I'm so useless in band, why should i bother to finish the work? People treat me like an eye sore to them. Why should I help them to do the required work when people don't trust me anymore? And that's when I figured out something- my sister was right all along. They just twist their words to make them sound like victims instead of the other way round. It makes me so stupid when I rewind my memories to that stupid moment that I've began to put my trust in them. Trust me to be so stupid.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-2427353257731123117?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2427353257731123117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=2427353257731123117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2427353257731123117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/2427353257731123117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Svfyj27xF0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/YmBs5Kb5JO4/s72-c/1155341618648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5322174667216004364</id><published>2009-11-06T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:00:35.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If being in love was that easy.'/><title type='text'>Tired of holidays. :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvPzCNexH6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/N0zmZqrvpsc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-hug-moment-forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvPzCNexH6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/N0zmZqrvpsc/s320/funny-pictures-cat-hug-moment-forever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400927597451354018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is adorable, isn't it? (: Well, i'm meeting Glonee and Li Jun on the nineteen of november to celebrate my birthday! Hahas, i'm thinking of treating them to a movie. ^^ I want to watch "My Sister's Keepers". The book i've read it but Li Jun told me the movie was somewhat different. Aww!!! Alright, sorry that it's a short short post. I'm going to check the time slots now. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5322174667216004364?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5322174667216004364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5322174667216004364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5322174667216004364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5322174667216004364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-of-holidays-x.html' title='Tired of holidays. :X'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvPzCNexH6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/N0zmZqrvpsc/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-hug-moment-forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5973758289233102952</id><published>2009-11-05T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:11:20.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t want to break heart.'/><title type='text'>BORING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvKj_JUkzQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FHNbH1rBA7Q/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-heart-breaking-promise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvKj_JUkzQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FHNbH1rBA7Q/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-heart-breaking-promise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400559208399949058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Causeway every other day since the start of the holidays. Holidays are really boring!!! I hope to have outings soon. ^^ Can't wait. Nothing interesting happened this few days. And I have not yet had any of the holiday homework completed yet. Well, I'm off to nap now. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5973758289233102952?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5973758289233102952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5973758289233102952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5973758289233102952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5973758289233102952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring.html' title='BORING!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvKj_JUkzQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FHNbH1rBA7Q/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-heart-breaking-promise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4247633384410100446</id><published>2009-11-03T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:45:01.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So sorry.'/><title type='text'>I'm so sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvAWyX_nSKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_RCdTs3jSUA/s1600-h/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvAWyX_nSKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_RCdTs3jSUA/s320/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399841007907326114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm ever so sorry but i didn't mean to. I just didn't want the scar to get deeper. I tried everything to love you but i just simply can't. I hope that you'll forgive me even though you said that it's okay. I'm so sorry for everything. I hope it wasn't like this. But life is life, and i've to go on. I could only tell you that i'm sorry. Even though i initiate this, but trust me, it hurts me more to say it. I'm uber sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4247633384410100446?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4247633384410100446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4247633384410100446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4247633384410100446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4247633384410100446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m so sorry.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SvAWyX_nSKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_RCdTs3jSUA/s72-c/url.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5485250256242218115</id><published>2009-10-31T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:51:01.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glonee.'/><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuwjDGMaWkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8K_ETi0mEbs/s1600-h/cut.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuwjDGMaWkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8K_ETi0mEbs/s320/cut.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398728589419633218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Start of the holidays. I got injured here and there while arranging all the plants with Mummy. The neighbour gave us his plants, he's moving away. Now, my corridor is filled with mostly money plants. $$ Hahas, he gave us the fertilizer for the plants as well as the brackets to hold all the plants in it. Quite heavy ho, the pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to causeway with Mummy to buy stuffs. Quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, today's Glonee's Birthday! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEOH GLONEE! &lt;/span&gt;I hope you had a great day today and all your wishes come true. It's been two years since we first met, i still can remember the look on your face in the first day of school, so shy and full of curiosity but you're to shy to talk. Hahas, you've sure changed alot, i mean, to the positive side. (: Well, that's the end of the speech i wanted you to see. (: And by the way, I love you!! I mean friend's love, or rather, best friend's love. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5485250256242218115?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5485250256242218115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5485250256242218115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5485250256242218115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5485250256242218115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuwjDGMaWkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8K_ETi0mEbs/s72-c/cut.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-4400009839715949148</id><published>2009-10-30T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:15:12.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby.'/><title type='text'>Holidays are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Suq7_rXLz7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SbU9s30vdEY/s1600-h/133316103_c13f54b1ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Suq7_rXLz7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SbU9s30vdEY/s320/133316103_c13f54b1ec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398333806003081138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today marks the end of the academic school year! I now know that there is only one day that you could make your teacher cry without getting into troubles. That is, in a matter of fact, today. I'm sad though, going to be separated from Glonee and Li Jun. They're taking additional mathematics. ): Sigh...there's going to be a mini racist class outing next week. Got to bring people along, maybe i'll ask baby. (: For now, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-4400009839715949148?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4400009839715949148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=4400009839715949148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4400009839715949148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/4400009839715949148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays-are-here.html' title='Holidays are here!'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Suq7_rXLz7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/SbU9s30vdEY/s72-c/133316103_c13f54b1ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-9148325272019931792</id><published>2009-10-29T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:32:25.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-'/><title type='text'>Quiet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SulfwCgnpLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VW4Wumv8m0Y/s1600-h/quiet_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SulfwCgnpLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VW4Wumv8m0Y/s320/quiet_l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397950907292296370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School was alright, i guess. Went to causeway with Li Jun and Glonee. Supposedly Li Jun was booked by me, but she ended up with Tuition at four. Bought BBT and send Glonee to the Taxi Stand before shopping for her present. Went home after roaming around. Bathed. Went to causeway again with Mummy. It was pin-drop silence, i tell you. I guess i ran out of words. I was staring into space, not feeling myself. ): Went to fetch Adam, on the way home, we were crossing the road, or rather, jay-walking, when a lorry stopped in the middle of the road just to let Adam and me cross the road. Yah, he's super nice. He blocked the traffic for me. By the way, a police car was like right behind the lorry. It's cool to have the whole world wait for you. Well, that's the end of my post for today, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-9148325272019931792?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9148325272019931792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=9148325272019931792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/9148325272019931792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/9148325272019931792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiet.html' title='Quiet.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SulfwCgnpLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VW4Wumv8m0Y/s72-c/quiet_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5201065642183873399</id><published>2009-10-28T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:34:09.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Are you strong enough to control your tempers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SugNPWaLkEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EfHM_RXWk6s/s1600-h/1124154_f260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SugNPWaLkEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EfHM_RXWk6s/s320/1124154_f260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397578710768128066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally learn to control my tempers from bursting out of me. My neighbour is doing it again. -.- I wonder just how childish can he get. =_= I didn't get angry, I didn't swear, I did nothing. (: Good for me! Yay!^^ I'm getting so good at this. (: Sometimes i get so mad, i was swearing till they turn it off. Hehes, i can't control my tempers pretty well, but now, i do! I'm so bored! Hahas, Got to go now, Bye! Oh yah, Glonee came to my house and I taught her how to do cross-stitching. Aren't I clever? Hahas. Alright now, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5201065642183873399?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5201065642183873399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5201065642183873399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5201065642183873399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5201065642183873399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-strong-enough-to-control-your.html' title='Are you strong enough to control your tempers?'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SugNPWaLkEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EfHM_RXWk6s/s72-c/1124154_f260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-8652560212727222140</id><published>2009-10-27T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:42:30.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hahas.'/><title type='text'>Garlic Bread.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SubNdsfwDAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UPLD14hz0qc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-holds-up-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SubNdsfwDAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UPLD14hz0qc/s320/funny-pictures-cat-holds-up-dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397227113494350850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did i upload this image before? I'm lazy to find pictures, i promise to get new ones. Currently eating Garlic Bread from Breadtalk. It tastes rather sweet. I like. I'm quite bored actually, i mean, thee few days. School ends at twelve thirty every day  and i kind of miss my friends. ): I hope they're there for me whenever i need them. I suddenly have the urge to do cross-stitching.  I hope i would continue to love it. It's quite fun actually. Found out that Li Jun was faster then me but her stitches were messy on the back. I'm doing one for Mommy! Got to go now, oh yah, FOUR MORE DAYS TILL GLONEE"S BIRTHDAY!! WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-8652560212727222140?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8652560212727222140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=8652560212727222140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8652560212727222140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/8652560212727222140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/garlic-bread.html' title='Garlic Bread.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SubNdsfwDAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UPLD14hz0qc/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-holds-up-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3823326745337756445</id><published>2009-10-26T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:43:25.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh.'/><title type='text'>Baby cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuV8T41EUWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hNa5xNT8oFQ/s1600-h/cute+animals+funny+animals+cutest+baby+animals+free+pictures+cute+baby+kitty+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuV8T41EUWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hNa5xNT8oFQ/s320/cute+animals+funny+animals+cutest+baby+animals+free+pictures+cute+baby+kitty+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396856409587732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what to post about cause I'm actually didn't want to post but i'm bored. So school was quite okay for today. Had much laughter with Glonee and Li Jun, we laughed our heads off for some stupid comments. Going to be sick, I'm having flu-s, headaches. Ugh. Help me stop it! All of a sudden, i felt like sleeping and not waking up. Maybe the Hades of hell are calling me to join them. Hahas. I'm going to catch a nap now, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3823326745337756445?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3823326745337756445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3823326745337756445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3823326745337756445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3823326745337756445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-cat.html' title='Baby cat.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuV8T41EUWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hNa5xNT8oFQ/s72-c/cute+animals+funny+animals+cutest+baby+animals+free+pictures+cute+baby+kitty+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-325397143595665701</id><published>2009-10-25T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:00:03.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Screw them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuQfR-sAo9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/QWbhyeoXS-8/s1600-h/angry_baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuQfR-sAo9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/QWbhyeoXS-8/s320/angry_baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396472647242523602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies would express their feelings too. =_= Much less teenagers. Anybody has any idea to shut the smelly neighbour's speakers off? Seriously i don't mind loud music, but if the quality of the speakers are already lousy, what for showing off? It will only ruin their reputation, well, they're thick-skinned. For one thing i'm sure, walk up to their doorstep and take a deep breath. You'll think twice about shooting them cause they stinks more than a pig-sty. Trust me, you don't want to have this kind of neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow, i can't wait to see Glonee and Li Jun. For one particular reason, we never fought, that's why we get along with each other. Got to remember to give Glonee's Kinder Bueno back to her or she'll kill me tomorrow. I haven't eat mine yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To Weilin:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the Kinder Bueno! Sorry about the no present thingy. I know you like Snoopy but i can't seem to find any. They're on their way to extinction but for one thing i'm sure. They will not if they have lovers like you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuQhXdwtQbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PmjI_vuYmvg/s1600-h/love_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuQhXdwtQbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PmjI_vuYmvg/s320/love_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396474940506325426" 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/2561630737256898044-325397143595665701?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/325397143595665701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=325397143595665701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/325397143595665701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/325397143595665701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/screw-them.html' title='Screw them.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuQfR-sAo9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/QWbhyeoXS-8/s72-c/angry_baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-1583984235158809167</id><published>2009-10-22T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:30:00.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuAzTow0tAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-SBpXjT01Pc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-tiny-bird-is-fierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuAzTow0tAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-SBpXjT01Pc/s320/funny-pictures-tiny-bird-is-fierce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395368766042584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand what's "Crying myself to sleep" yesterday. ): Stupid results. Shits. I hate my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Going back to school on tenth of November for the results, probably going with Li Jun and Glonee. I hope to go out with them, they make my day! Hahas, well, going off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie, "La Ti Too"! Hahas, inside joke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-1583984235158809167?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1583984235158809167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=1583984235158809167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1583984235158809167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/1583984235158809167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/SuAzTow0tAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-SBpXjT01Pc/s72-c/funny-pictures-tiny-bird-is-fierce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-3356606270500523925</id><published>2009-10-21T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:05:33.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-.-'/><title type='text'>Fucking results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/St8UX3G5d4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HDeov4KzNVE/s1600-h/ist2_498197-bad-grades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/St8UX3G5d4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HDeov4KzNVE/s320/ist2_498197-bad-grades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395053278775572354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NO worries, I have no Fs. Gotten three grade two, two grade three, three grade four and one grade five. This is the most sulkiest results i've ever gotten. Felt like burning the whole lot. =_= Screw the report books. Not going to post anymore other stuffs. Stupid fucked up CCA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-3356606270500523925?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3356606270500523925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=3356606270500523925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3356606270500523925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/3356606270500523925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/fucking-results.html' title='Fucking results.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/St8UX3G5d4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HDeov4KzNVE/s72-c/ist2_498197-bad-grades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-5876558504599588017</id><published>2009-10-19T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:10:58.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did i even point a gun and stopped the whole class from not paying? -.-'/><title type='text'>Wow! -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Stw2n-mmXBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f8dn6eqowqc/s1600-h/quotes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Stw2n-mmXBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f8dn6eqowqc/s320/quotes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394246514130705426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off by some words in Plurk. -.- I didn't know i got super powers! I can hypnotize people! Isn't that cool?! I was told in Plurk that i hypnotize people not to pay for the class outing. And she's blaming me when she's in the wrong. -.- FYI, i don't give a damn that i'm not paying. I didn't point a gun and stop anyone from not paying. I only asked Wen Jie that is he going to pay anot. What's wrong with your ears?  Can't he say no? Zzz... Big fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare twist your words. All this came from other people. Just look at this and reflect about it. Well, i don't think she's going to. -.- Waste of time and effort. Just imagine the whole lot of us whose's not going, in the end go there and cycle! Hahas, it'll be fun! At least there's no arguing. We could go eat Mac when we're starved. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-5876558504599588017?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5876558504599588017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=5876558504599588017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5876558504599588017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/5876558504599588017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title='Wow! -.-'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFiwTsdF4bM/Stw2n-mmXBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f8dn6eqowqc/s72-c/quotes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561630737256898044.post-6786127702758047552</id><published>2009-10-18T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:02:53.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-.-'/><title type='text'>Uhh.</title><content type='html'>UGH! There's an internal error, that's why there's not any pictures for this post. ): Good news is that Glonee's back from KL! YAY! Hahas, i missed her alot! SERIOUS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to Tao Payoh today for breakfast. Then went to center to buy Shampoos! I'M HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing someone has to teach me. How do you start a fire when there's only charcoal and no fire starter? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like hell on Friday, practically, our class is like having a war. I hope to group out those who don't want to go and go there to cycle! Hahas, I'M EVIL! Why should i be good in the first place? -.- And one more thing, anyone who shouts at me will get it from me. I promise my shits will get into your mouth if you try anything unpleasant cause the outing is going to be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kgs of Yellow Mee costs $5? Wow, 1kg of Yellow Mee only costs fucking one dollar plus. Anybody wants to eat Stingray or Squid? If people die from eating it because it wasn't bought, washed and handled properly, who's going to be responsible? Is there a need for three bags of Charcoal for 46 people? This includes Miss D, Mr F and Mr F's son. My sister had a BBQ outing at the same bloody place with only 31 people and they only have to fork out fucking two dollars each. -.- Now now, it's not about money but rather how it's plan. You can get Aluminum Foil from anyone's Mummy. You can get Lighters from anyone's Daddy. The Yellow Mee can be sponsored by some Malay's Mummy cause i know they'll be delighted to and they cook heavenly. I love Malay's Mummy cookings, it's nice and yummy. The chicken wings, crab sticks, nuggets, hotdogs could be bought in great quantity and cheap in some food factories. The numbers? Get it from Mdm R. Gassy drinks can be bought in ABC shops located all around Singapore which only costs fucking one dollar plus for a 1.5litres bottle, same goes for syrup. Tissues can be taken from Mac, everyone just get in the restaurant and take some. Cups, Plates, Utensils could be brought from home. I wonder is it that difficult to plan an outing within everyone's budget? This is not called piece of shit but rather a brief plan. Don't anyone knows how to plan?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of shitting in my post already. I'm going for my lunch now, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561630737256898044-6786127702758047552?l=flautist-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6786127702758047552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561630737256898044&amp;postID=6786127702758047552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6786127702758047552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561630737256898044/posts/default/6786127702758047552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flautist-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/uhh.html' title='Uhh.'/><author><name>Amelia Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959380507296997711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSaftGbKpJA/TmiK1TQiYyI/AAAAAAAAARk/mEsmPjfwS0o/s1600/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
