<?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-1147580471646883385</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:17:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mycrypt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-6746394071443682710</id><published>2008-07-18T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:00:33.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>even when the broken vase is glued back perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;we still know where exactly the cracks are.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to turn back and walk away, it's not like i'm not familiar with that fading silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for good.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're PEEPING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-6746394071443682710?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/6746394071443682710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=6746394071443682710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/6746394071443682710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/6746394071443682710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-2429885684609222109</id><published>2008-07-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:33:13.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.o</title><content type='html'>you're honey sweet.&lt;br /&gt;but tt's not what i need.&lt;br /&gt;it's gd to know tt you're always there to share my joy, or even create the joy.&lt;br /&gt;but what bout when i'm in despair?&lt;br /&gt;it hurts even more to know that there's someone there but could just walk out on you when you need him most.&lt;br /&gt;but isnt it reliance we're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you but i dont need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-2429885684609222109?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/2429885684609222109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=2429885684609222109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2429885684609222109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2429885684609222109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/07/oo.html' title='o.o'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-5260063295284684139</id><published>2008-05-23T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:56:37.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the thought of having a simple life is not simple at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-5260063295284684139?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/5260063295284684139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=5260063295284684139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/5260063295284684139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/5260063295284684139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-of-having-simple-life-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-5314704292031475532</id><published>2008-05-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:52:05.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mesh</title><content type='html'>what's the closest description.&lt;br /&gt;wire mesh.&lt;br /&gt;complicated and entangled on the outside but was never filled on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;there you have it..&lt;br /&gt;creating problems out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;your mind is occupied with nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring coz it breeds capriciousness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing things out of impulse and the strong intention to fill my day instead of pressing reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being so flighty, E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-5314704292031475532?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/5314704292031475532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=5314704292031475532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/5314704292031475532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/5314704292031475532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/05/mesh.html' title='mesh'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-6669555396844046151</id><published>2008-05-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:58:49.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOSSY MOS.</title><content type='html'>i havent chill w my friends fer a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;ytd was the first in a million years.=D&lt;br /&gt;you dont feel the day wasted when it's really wasted.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i wanna do after the papers and the fact tt almost all have finished their exams......HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shun bday celeb was not bad, her house was packed la.. and we had to sit beside her dad..=/&lt;br /&gt;not that it's a bad thing, but her dad just looks too stern to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WEE KEAT CANT get lame with him la....TT MEANS HE'S REALLY *ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WAD..i have new parts to my CHA SAO BAO SEQUEL!&lt;br /&gt;but i thought it wasnt as funny as the very first one&lt;br /&gt;the first is just too funny...but those ppl just cant seem to get it..&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel good....nah nah nah nah nah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-6669555396844046151?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/6669555396844046151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=6669555396844046151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/6669555396844046151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/6669555396844046151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/05/mossy-mos.html' title='MOSSY MOS.'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-5873629184541639598</id><published>2008-05-10T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:03:39.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it just happens.</title><content type='html'>i went to rp to get food ytd, and guess who i saw...YL.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a huge thing la, but he's often discussed among alice and weilin they all.&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted to send lin the msg to tell her that he has gained weight, since she saw him not long ago at rp too.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is...i sent it to YL instead.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN STUPID..gosh.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to kangkong through, to say it as if it was meant to be sent to him.&lt;br /&gt;since YL is as blur as me, i dont think he will think tt much.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going fer shun's bday celeb later=D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;hope there r lots to eat..!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-5873629184541639598?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/5873629184541639598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=5873629184541639598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/5873629184541639598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/5873629184541639598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-just-happens.html' title='it just happens.'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-3883086047437185846</id><published>2008-05-04T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:15:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy yet cute.</title><content type='html'>zac efron is sooo passe~&lt;br /&gt;take a look at the ever-so- charming jesse mccartney.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure you will never tune back to DISNEY CHANNEL AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AddryyVE0fw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AddryyVE0fw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-3883086047437185846?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/3883086047437185846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=3883086047437185846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3883086047437185846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3883086047437185846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/05/sexy-yet-cute.html' title='sexy yet cute.'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8662856565635742247</id><published>2008-04-30T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:01:52.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>i was mugging my whole day away at amk today.&lt;br /&gt;fretting over the figures that turned up from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;and receiving clubbing msges throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out tt it's pris's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;i know right...shir?!&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon soon...i will show mark harris how price inelastic phuture is, and james kwan what ordinary life is.&lt;br /&gt;hor kwan?..it's not always about getting another masters.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;drained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-8662856565635742247?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/8662856565635742247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=8662856565635742247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8662856565635742247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8662856565635742247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_30.html' title='--'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-2185100929900702451</id><published>2008-04-29T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:58:14.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah sarah sarah</title><content type='html'>u know why i like sarah so much....?&lt;br /&gt;coz she's very much like me...&lt;br /&gt;she needs someone to remind her her seat before entering the exam hall,&lt;br /&gt;and even if that's the case, she wouldnt be surprized when someone tap her from behind to say "wrong seat".&lt;br /&gt;she can fall into the middle of the bush while looking up to find her friend, and her friends would rush to her to ask "are you okay".&lt;br /&gt;she would fall even if the floor is not slippery, with her friend by her side  because she's too engrossed in what her friends had to say.&lt;br /&gt;she would still miss out words in a sentence even if her finger has pointed every single word.&lt;br /&gt;she would stare into space even if there's a super hot guy beside her.&lt;br /&gt;she would think that the lizard in the milo cup is undissolved milo, and would screamed her lungs out to see 2 eyes staring at her from the very same mug.&lt;br /&gt;she would get hit by the ball even if she wasnt in the field( i haven tried that b4, but the thought of it makes me laugh non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;she would pray fer the airplane to crash when the papers are arnd the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i bear to give up such student.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-2185100929900702451?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/2185100929900702451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=2185100929900702451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2185100929900702451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2185100929900702451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/04/sarah-sarah-sarah.html' title='sarah sarah sarah'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-1435361188574906926</id><published>2008-04-05T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:22:23.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>we all have our roles to play in life,&lt;br /&gt;as daughters, as sisters and as students&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you will wonder how much you need to devote yourself into that duty to be considered enough.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it's never enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know how far we can go until we've reached our limits,&lt;br /&gt;be just like a rubber band, stretch it all out.&lt;br /&gt;even if you snap, we'll always be there to wield you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yooohoooo~tt's fer you, aha, dont look around, i see you~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-1435361188574906926?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/1435361188574906926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=1435361188574906926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1435361188574906926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1435361188574906926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_05.html' title='--'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8688698933494756726</id><published>2008-04-04T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:42:41.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>footprints in the sand-leona lewis</title><content type='html'>i found this in somebody's ipod.&lt;br /&gt;i thought she only had bubblegum pop,&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footprints in the sand-leona lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me&lt;br /&gt;Footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And helped me understand&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me&lt;br /&gt;When I was all alone&lt;br /&gt;With so much unknown&lt;br /&gt;Along the way then I heard you say I promise you I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow And despair&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I see my life flash across the sky so many times have I been so afraid&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeahh and just when I&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost my way you give me strength to carry on that's when I heard you say&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair and&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt; You'll find my footprints in the sand when&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary well I know you be there and I can feel you when you say&lt;br /&gt; I promise you I'm always there when your heart is filled with sadness and despair ohh, I'll carry you when you need a friend you'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;div 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lewis'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8516262463133709817</id><published>2008-04-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:22:26.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>An uber long day at sch,&lt;br /&gt;and my head is splitting like nobody's biz,&lt;br /&gt;econs revision and the late cf lesson to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i thought i could call it a day,&lt;br /&gt;MY BRO HAS TO BUG ME AT THIS TIME WITH THE CHALLENGING QUESTIONS.!!!&lt;br /&gt;you know, those 2 questions at the back of your math paper.&lt;br /&gt;it's even more challenging to explain to them without using algebra and in layman's.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it's a good sign tt my head is splitting because of econs and not alcohol.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown outta soda, i'm into NESCAFE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-8516262463133709817?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/8516262463133709817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=8516262463133709817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8516262463133709817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8516262463133709817'/><link rel='alternate' 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even get married.&lt;br /&gt;i know it happens all the time, and it's reality for some women, but the thought of it really creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, cruelty comes one way or another, bound to get it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;like cass's " intelligent intimacy", i shall name this " amorphos brutality", they come when you least expect it and everytime, brings along a great impact.=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-3103809966345335506?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/3103809966345335506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=3103809966345335506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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your eyes gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;where innocence is at the lowest point&lt;br /&gt;and staring at me in such disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our blood ties,&lt;br /&gt;i paid it with never-ending fear.&lt;br /&gt;and the laughter we shared,&lt;br /&gt;in contrast, were so faint...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-3537626932437915362?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/3537626932437915362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=3537626932437915362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3537626932437915362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3537626932437915362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_28.html' title='-'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8782644316959560582</id><published>2008-03-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:17:37.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0.o</title><content type='html'>mark harris is my no1 superman, he made me understand microecons within 3 hrs. He should have done revision lessons long ago,coz the past 10 lessons were redundant.&lt;br /&gt;He's a heavy smoker,&lt;br /&gt;he's a joker=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very strong feeling that this weekend will be a blast. First, we have the tourmaline's birthday party at phuture.Second, shiying's birthday party at her house at king's road, a pity tt she cancelled the theme geek and square, coz i'm confident tt i can be the geekiest tt day(and only fer tt day).LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bare your heart and tell me it's the truth,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what's going to come and what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Coz waiting is torture to my mind and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Or not, cut me off frm the breakable thread,&lt;br /&gt; and make me fall once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the blasting music and elated crowd, &lt;br /&gt;what gets to me is still loneliness and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes  some work to make it work,&lt;br /&gt;it takes some good to make it hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-8782644316959560582?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-6219405595912001797</id><published>2008-03-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:46:23.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shiok</title><content type='html'>i recieved it 2 hrs ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X:hey eugena, i'm sorry about today. i didnt mean to yell at you.i was wrong.sorry.=/&lt;br /&gt;E: no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne nanny poo poo..&lt;br /&gt;you just saved your arse...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go gym tmr...and studiowu this sat...yippeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-6219405595912001797?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/6219405595912001797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=6219405595912001797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/6219405595912001797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/6219405595912001797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/shiok.html' title='shiok'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-2757234780986864383</id><published>2008-03-24T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:48:23.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>psycho on the blk</title><content type='html'>i made so many new friends from zouk, and they were nice and i know we could be really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;but because i always think this way, i totally leave out the possibility of meeting psychos.&lt;br /&gt;let's name him X fer easy reference.&lt;br /&gt;(portion of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: i know you dont want to talk to me.i understand=)&lt;br /&gt;(and i didnt reply, hrs later....)&lt;br /&gt;X: i just msged your friend cass and i thought i should msg you, but if you still dont wanna talk, i can understand&lt;br /&gt;E: oh..i'm talking to her online now and reverse psycho doesnt work on me=)&lt;br /&gt;X:do i really? i'm glad that u finally talk to me&lt;br /&gt;E:fine, nights&lt;br /&gt;(this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: morning, i just realized the hurtful words you said to me last night.i'm a decent guy so i didnt try to disrespect you but hope you realize something bout your character and come to humble yourself.choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;E: i did?&lt;br /&gt;X: i thought it was quite rude.haha.did you go sch today, btw, i'm in commando camp.&lt;br /&gt;E: rude?! i think u misunderstood me.. and sch only starts on wed.btw..i gotta go mug.. laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X:so proud leh you, all of a sudden you have to go.Strange, if that's the way you handle things, tt's scary man..guess you dont have consideration for my feelings&lt;br /&gt;E: if this is proud,i'll will have to accept it, we all have our commitments to fulfil, i dont stay 24/7 by the phone&lt;br /&gt;X:no la i asked you wad mug was.least you could have replied me, i mean c'mon, it' s common courtesy, then now u say u accept it..Instead, constructed your sentence in a defensive way. u'll end up losing friends in no time.it's such a turnoff.Honest.&lt;br /&gt;E: (no reply)&lt;br /&gt;X:k la.i wont bother you. such a lousy attitude, you have no pt of consideration, it's lousy la, take care, cant believe you have no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;E:( still no reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*****, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;and i always get very affected when someone say i got a lousy attitude, or say they dont like me or smth like that..&lt;br /&gt;this is still okay, since i know he's out to put me down and i dont really know him...&lt;br /&gt;bad morning..&lt;br /&gt;one more msg, i'll kick your arse to mars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-2757234780986864383?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-1414490878793940000</id><published>2008-03-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:49:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another unproductive day..</title><content type='html'>PMS is over.&lt;br /&gt;i was having serious mood swings over the last few days..&lt;br /&gt;but NOT TODAY..&lt;br /&gt;coz dad's at home, and now that they know how to play mahjiong.&lt;br /&gt;my thursday was a blast~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that my friends are asking me to mug and all through MSN..LOL..&lt;br /&gt;it's quite irritating coz i was doing smth FAR FROM MUGGING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon soon okay...&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-1414490878793940000?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/1414490878793940000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=1414490878793940000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1414490878793940000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1414490878793940000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-unproductive-day.html' title='another unproductive day..'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-1340963685427629503</id><published>2008-03-19T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:53:24.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=X</title><content type='html'>i finally place a full-stop to the embarrassments i had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather a comma...=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that i have fr lesson to attend this morning at 8 .30, i slept at 5am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to wx, tt's not sleeping, tt's a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to force myself to slp, but couldnt resist the temptation to watch johansson on nanny's diaries=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my alarm started ringing at 6, but i only left bed at 6.30, it could be seven if not for the scenes that i could still remember so vividly from rule no1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not scary, but it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left bed, wash up then leave the hse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems normal BUT I HAD TO LEAVE MY HSE WITH 2 FUCKIN DIFFERENT SHOES LA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the same shoes, but 2 different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know wads the best part...i only realize it when i was inside the LT, when i picked up my pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to appear nonchalant about it, so that ppl would think i did it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told sulin they all during the break and they end up laughing really loudly la~, the whole world knows alr lor....TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i strolled in with the my-shoes-are-nice kind of look coz the lecturer was staring at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, he made the situation worse by extending the lesson fer more than 1/2 hr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my class, i always notice these 2 girls at the back, coz they dress very differently from the rest, they r more of the indie style than the beng lian look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to most ppl, they r considered weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY LOOKED AT ME MOST OF THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, today i'm really weird... or maybe they will do the same thing fer the next lesson...LOL..i can totally picture that la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside... i think i'm losing my friends at a faster rate than me making new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has never crossed my mind that i'm hard to get along or wad, so wads the main prob?..&lt;br /&gt;i always make the wrong friends?&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-1340963685427629503?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/1340963685427629503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=1340963685427629503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1340963685427629503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1340963685427629503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/x.html' title='=X'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8684959820233591688</id><published>2008-03-16T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:46:23.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>it's sunday alr..&lt;br /&gt;so that means..i need to get down to mugging really soon.&lt;br /&gt;hai hai hai hai hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish i wish..&lt;br /&gt;that i have graduated, fret no more bout the ever-so-difficult mods.&lt;br /&gt;that i have grown up, and stop doing foolish things ever so often.&lt;br /&gt;that i can have a pack of french fries with caramel frappe right now.&lt;br /&gt;that ppl would still like britney spears despite the constant appearance on the papers, she's made fer the industry,getit?&lt;br /&gt;that the ppl arnd me stop being so complicated, those simple stay simple=P&lt;br /&gt;to have someone that would sweep me off my feet.(chances are really slim, coz everyone has it on their list,=X)&lt;br /&gt;that i'm going to learn modern dance really soon.&lt;br /&gt;my nose is sharper.&lt;br /&gt;THAT I'M HAPPIER =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-8684959820233591688?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/8684959820233591688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=8684959820233591688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8684959820233591688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8684959820233591688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_16.html' title='~'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-3274585736901813380</id><published>2008-03-12T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:22:13.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy food alert</title><content type='html'>did you know that.............&lt;br /&gt;honey is the only food that doesnt go away from ur body?&lt;br /&gt;oh you better remember it, coz u will never know if how many cups of honey milk tea or how many honey-bbq-ed wings you've eaten fer the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on tt impact, mayo and tartar takes 6 months to go away, dont gobble down your food with big dips of mayo next time..BIG NO NO...&lt;br /&gt;creeeeeeeeepy....&lt;br /&gt;i think i will just eat bread with milo fer my meals next time...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was crazy....we were switching from place to place coz phuture has no place fer me...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;dont let me see the freakin bouncer again, treat girls like crap la~&lt;br /&gt;he must be gay..ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can place ur opinion on me, i may or may not conform&lt;br /&gt;but reverse psychology is not the way to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-3274585736901813380?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-2217475987084100905</id><published>2008-03-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:15:23.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~</title><content type='html'>i need to find something to do, to occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;i'nve been munching chocolates, watching simple life all day.&lt;br /&gt;this time can be used to do more meaningful things other than watching paris and nicole ruin their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ppl starring in it suggests that it's a dumb show..&lt;br /&gt;but it's funny how they lead their lives.&lt;br /&gt;u better dont ask them to clean up the mess, coz they will create a bigger mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this part where nicole and paris are suppose to organize a pagent fer the moms, and nicole was saying prayers fer the whole group, and she started with "my dear pageant god....."&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs..bimbos are fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-2217475987084100905?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/2217475987084100905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=2217475987084100905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2217475987084100905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2217475987084100905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='~~'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-538944597890695881</id><published>2008-03-07T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:28:46.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOoooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>i have a perfect job fer u.&lt;br /&gt;serial dater.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a perfect job fer myself.&lt;br /&gt;passer-by..&lt;br /&gt;*nods nods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you r so much more attractive and competitive than i actually imagined.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;"complicated" underrates you.&lt;br /&gt;letsa have some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-538944597890695881?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/538944597890695881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=538944597890695881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/538944597890695881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/538944597890695881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/ooooooooooooooooo.html' title='OOOoooooooooooooo'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-3801035965547614350</id><published>2008-03-01T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:15:30.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ask god(wen shen)</title><content type='html'>my dad brought me to the medium today.I'm not sure if it's called the medium but i just know it's a sacred place where a being is being possessed by the so called.."god".&lt;br /&gt;it's damn intimidating la~&lt;br /&gt;scary~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he talked to me, i was damn scared la~&lt;br /&gt;i can actually feel my guts....like literally.&lt;br /&gt;and he asked questions in dialect...even worse!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if wad he said to me was positive, or more likely, neutral,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going to do the opp.&lt;br /&gt;=P.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try. if i really cant make the mark, i can only accept the fact that he live up to his name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-3801035965547614350?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/3801035965547614350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=3801035965547614350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3801035965547614350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3801035965547614350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/03/ask-godwen-shen.html' title='ask god(wen shen)'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-3461380541250793693</id><published>2008-02-29T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:02:57.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and stare.</title><content type='html'>it may be overplayed.&lt;br /&gt;might be voted against.&lt;br /&gt;might be puked upon.&lt;br /&gt;might be a song which ppl has no attention fer.&lt;br /&gt;might be even meaningless fer the lyrics to be sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it has gone through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;in situations we question.&lt;br /&gt;in thoughts we abort.&lt;br /&gt;in playlist that we often do not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when it surfaces, do we discover their faint existence.&lt;br /&gt;and as time goes by, fame relishes the beats, distinguished.&lt;br /&gt;Or not,&lt;br /&gt;EXTINGUISHED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-3461380541250793693?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/3461380541250793693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=3461380541250793693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3461380541250793693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/3461380541250793693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-and-stare.html' title='stop and stare.'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8409146354551726102</id><published>2008-02-27T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:55:25.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>project runway</title><content type='html'>those who have not watched the lastest season of project runway should.&lt;br /&gt;this is the best season ever...i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;those designers are good to start with.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now watching epi 3, where the designers kare suppose to design men's wear out of cloths..&lt;br /&gt;they are not familiar with it, but they're still pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the models was damn funny, he cant even walk properly coZ..the designer underestimate the crotch's size...&lt;br /&gt;you should go watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-8409146354551726102?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/8409146354551726102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=8409146354551726102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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terms on cf that i havent heard about.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad, the mock tmr is 7 -10pm&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reached home, it'll be next morning alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNNNNNNNN BU-SHUANG LA~&lt;br /&gt;this feeling doesnt come like that...it's cumulative u see.&lt;br /&gt;and i think the block wants to maintain this as a online relationship which i'm not interested in.&lt;br /&gt;but how to tell him sia..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that young girl who always acts on impulse anymore, i cant just tell him straight.&lt;br /&gt;and he might not even know even if i opened my mouth, you seeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, z asked why i peeped at him....&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;it's good fer ppl to be straightforward sometimes...but he definitely is not up to it.&lt;br /&gt;so i replied" i dont peep, i look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z: why are u looking at me then"&lt;br /&gt;e: the same reason other ppl looked at you, u look like jay.&lt;br /&gt;e:must be annoying at times huh..&lt;br /&gt;(just when i thought i diverted the topic, here comes"&lt;br /&gt;z: how many bfs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;e:1&lt;br /&gt;z: u gave your first time to him then?&lt;br /&gt;e: which first time?&lt;br /&gt;z:the v word( at the time, peck and i were bitching on sms&lt;br /&gt;e: wad v word?&lt;br /&gt;z: the peck's v word?&lt;br /&gt;(and i asked peck)&lt;br /&gt;and peck: virginity, you tootz&lt;br /&gt;e: * shocked but acted calm. and said, no..i didnt..&lt;br /&gt;to think i didnt even peck my ex...this was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad's this world coming to....i only hang out with the extremes is it..&lt;br /&gt;i'm off...gotta mug cf..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-609720019815905690?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-8840080959351849533</id><published>2008-02-25T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:01:11.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mon</title><content type='html'>went to watch L with jerome, before a tiny bit of shopping and then meeting up with cass, peck and irene fer pepperlunch.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt really my intention initially, coz the main aim was to mug.&lt;br /&gt;peck and gang can really mug until they end up in town la~...i wonder why =0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a tiff with my mom before i went out, and i had to leave the stupid phone within her parameters before i came back from town..&lt;br /&gt;shit+crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know wads the worse thing...i've known jerome since last yr and he just told me tt his name is nashon and not jerome.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs..i dont know why, but  i felt cheated..damn!&lt;br /&gt;so many names fer wad...ZzzzzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r funny things tt i cant blog bout ...so..&lt;br /&gt;call me fer more info...&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-8840080959351849533?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/8840080959351849533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=8840080959351849533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8840080959351849533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/8840080959351849533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/02/mon.html' title='mon'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-148765307886737781</id><published>2008-02-23T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:11:33.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a normal sat,(i thought it would be diff,ha!)</title><content type='html'>ytd was atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;i was looking fer study companion, and  i would have guessed that it was impossible to study with them.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i did expected that, so i just brought my tutorials there to do.&lt;br /&gt;however, adam was there last night(i know him thru peck), and he's leaving fer walawala/walala, so the 2 girls(peck and irene) was tempted la.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i dont pub,i would rather go zouk tt night, but it was quite a distance.&lt;br /&gt;so eugena had to sit down there throughout the night drinking beer and listening to live band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that the live band was good, maybe a 1000 times better than wad we see on singapore idol, LOL!.&lt;br /&gt;and i only got to know that the lead was actually shirleen towards the end of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;you know....the shirleen who sang this song(i cant rmb the title), but it's been playing on the radio since godknowswhen la~&lt;br /&gt;she's really good, but i hope this is the first and the last,  since my concentration span is quite short, i cant possibly stare at a person, fer a couple of hrs.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is not pleased with me again, hai....&lt;br /&gt;i also dont know wad i did wrong la...this time.&lt;br /&gt;but since tt's the case, it would only make sense if i crash weilin's place.!=D&lt;br /&gt;cheerios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-148765307886737781?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/148765307886737781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=148765307886737781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/148765307886737781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/148765307886737781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/02/normal-sati-thought-it-would-be-diffha.html' title='a normal sat,(i thought it would be diff,ha!)'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-1442155501825005764</id><published>2008-02-21T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:21:56.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>micro not alone</title><content type='html'>thank god i've kwan's company, if not i would have died in micro..ahahs.!&lt;br /&gt;this is the last lesson, in other words, it marks the beginning of the muggin process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online shopping is such a killer, coz.....there's no end..&lt;br /&gt;you would think tt u can minimize ur shopping allowance online, but u r so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb is bitching bout me again..hahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;E's druken repertoire..damn!..&lt;br /&gt;i'm f****** infamous there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought the blog was created under the name of fun..&lt;br /&gt;but it's getting scarier by day, they just had to squeeze something out from u.&lt;br /&gt;paparrazi of a smaller circle=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i heard ed is going to quit the entertainment circle, ha! how can anyone quit a social circle, i bet he will still be on the news as often as he is now. It's such a waste anyways, somebody can be that good-looking, wait, that is still an understatement ,  HE'S GOD-SENT!=D!&lt;br /&gt;you think all those die-hard fans would stop liking him because of the recent hoo-ha he created...it's a clear NO, at least we know it.&lt;br /&gt;he, a rich, good-looking chap has every incentive to do such a thing*nods*&lt;br /&gt;slap me if you want, but i have to spit out the truth =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a chocolate fudge waiting fer me...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear u.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-1442155501825005764?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/1442155501825005764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=1442155501825005764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1442155501825005764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/1442155501825005764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/02/micro-not-alone.html' title='micro not alone'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147580471646883385.post-2788151012103608568</id><published>2008-02-20T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:43:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogblogblog</title><content type='html'>i wonder why i havent been bloggin since i've spent most of the time staring into this screen.&lt;br /&gt;life was as usual, nothing really interesting or good happened to me..&lt;br /&gt;as usual would mean more misfortunes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of something big but the night i spent with "hotties" on d,g,w's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;i actually told the taxi uncle to club with us la, i must be really drunk.&lt;br /&gt;and all the funny things happened in the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ck: sit still( hand over my shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;E:whose hand is this?&lt;br /&gt;ck: guess?&lt;br /&gt;E: this hand is from guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d'uh...and they had to tell me that i sound smarter when i'm drunk....cheaters!ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to leave the geeks and square fer good this time...i've never thought what they would think of me( in their "square" perspective,LoL). i mean....stubborn person cant be stick in the mud fer all their life, they should know wad are the "untouchables" and leave them fer good right?&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, coz i always thought i've the ability to mould somebody to lead a "healthier " life.&lt;br /&gt;it's all bout preferences, i may think tt &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; is atrocious and they might hold tt &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; close to their heart. WAKE UP CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that mimiyan is mysterious, and is so curious bout him.ha! i didnt know tt somebody can be tt monotonous, tt's why the "mysterious"..... i'm so WRONG...HUNS...&lt;br /&gt;and he sounds shy talking to me so i figured out it was awkward fer me to continue convos at times....SO....i msged " i used to like u,but not anymore... good friends-to -be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt aside...&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends in sch told me tt i look stuck-up before he knew me.&lt;br /&gt;how come i wasnt surprize at all... hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what.....&lt;br /&gt;he's blacklisted!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jl is going to taiwan fer xing guang 3 competition.&lt;br /&gt;so he's going to skip exams this yr...and tt means my micro and cf bud is gone.&lt;br /&gt;he's funny at times...w/o knowing it...&lt;br /&gt;lucky me...this coming thurs lesson is the last one...phew..&lt;br /&gt;anyways...there might be a high possibility tt i'll sit beside him fer the same lect next yr(you do know why huh!)&lt;br /&gt;envy gaziliion times!&lt;br /&gt;he likes to sing, and he wants to sing...and now SING FER ALL HE WANT.!&lt;br /&gt;i thought dreams are what u cannot get...-.-&lt;br /&gt;hahhas...nonetheless.. i'm happy fer him...&lt;br /&gt;i thought of getting a teddy voice recorder fer the following msg..&lt;br /&gt;" actually, u r such an asshole"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahs!&lt;br /&gt;i know he wouldnt be angry.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...now now.... havent been bloggin doesnt mean tt there's no end to these crap..&lt;br /&gt;besides, the online vendors are mass emailing me.... i will be busy fer the next couple of hrs &gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;peace out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147580471646883385-2788151012103608568?l=let--me--think.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/feeds/2788151012103608568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147580471646883385&amp;postID=2788151012103608568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2788151012103608568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147580471646883385/posts/default/2788151012103608568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://let--me--think.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogblogblog.html' title='blogblogblog'/><author><name>eugena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403100519999367839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
