<?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-20174824</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:59:06.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of the princess bitch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20174824.post-116787599535489306</id><published>2007-01-04T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:59:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED AND THIS YEAR IS GONNA BE A BITCH BECAUSE I WILL HAVE TO SPEND MY DAYS BURIED IN BOOKS AND MUGGING, I NEED TO GET A GPA OF AT LEAST 2.8 IN ORDER TO CHOOSE MY COURSE IN RJC, I NEED TO COMPLETE MY FREAKING RESEARCH STUDIES, BLAH BLAH BLAH, THE RAFFLES PROG IS SUCH A SHITTY WAY TO KILL US FREAK GROSS BLAH SHITTY SLUT BITCH LIFE. OH MY WHAT RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first 2 days are just boring talks yahda yahda yahda by the principals, discipline teachers, EWWW lets just all fall asleep together and dream of cute guys and drool all over our new books. But since its my last year in dearly beloved RGS, I shalljust grin and bear it and be a nerd achieve the grades and look forward to a better future???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116787599535489306?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116787599535489306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116787599535489306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116787599535489306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116787599535489306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-has-officially-started-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116773965536396492</id><published>2007-01-02T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:07:35.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LETS SHITTY FREAK OUT TOGETHER BECAUSE SCHOOL'S STARTING TMR SIGH HAS THE HOLIDAYS REALLY GONE BY SO FAST I CAN'T EVEN CATCH MY BREATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, school's the shit and i hate shit therefore i hate school. homework, research studies, annoying premenstrual/menopause teachers who are definitely gonna spoil my days, argh, ugh omg, i feel like fainting now just thinking of it. At least I got my new MAMBO sweater to cheer me up, haha. Oh sheesh, I sound like totally materialistic and shit, but i guess its true, I'm a stupid shitty materialistic girl who hates school, so sue me? HAHA. But I need to study hard because its the freaking last year and its RJ next year, like OMG, my school life is ending soon, so shoulda I like embrace it like its da sex. Oh freak, oh freak, I'm becoming noscensical, oh freak, and I'm turning seventeen on SAT which make it even worse, because I'm officially getting OLD AND BEING OLD SUCKS. ewww ewww ewww, but its alright, being OLD entitles you to more benefits but you can totally whine and cry like a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go pack school shit stuff now, UGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116773965536396492?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116773965536396492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116773965536396492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116773965536396492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116773965536396492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-shitty-freak-out-together-because.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116749658384490395</id><published>2006-12-31T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:36:29.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OI, wake up dear blog, don't die because I haven't been the most faithful blogger. HAHAHA, sheesh I sound spastic, talking to my blog. Anw, I am so bored now, talking online and surfing style.com looking at all the SPRING SUMMER 2007 RTW and looking for inspiration on intersting dressing ideas. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmrw is the last day of 2006, I'm happy, I love fresh clean starts and 2007 will be a new year for me, no more mess no more sorrow no more relapses no more pain no more shit no more bad stuff. Blah. 2007 will be great right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts, I wish I had all the money in the world to buy all the beautiful bags and shoes and clothes and makeup in the world, haha, I wish I owe Prada, Miu Miu, Marc Jacobs, DKNY, Armani... SIGH, IN YOUR DREAMS FEL IN YOUR DREAMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116749658384490395?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116749658384490395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116749658384490395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116749658384490395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116749658384490395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/oi-wake-up-dear-blog-dont-die-because.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116713471801630292</id><published>2006-12-26T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:05:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS was good this year. It wasn't fanastic, but it was fine, better than the previous years. 2006 is ending and 2007 awaits us, 2006 was not a great year for me, several relapses, repeating sec3 this year, blahblahblah, the list goes on. But I've decided that next year will be MY YEAR, FEL'S FABULOUS YEAR. I can't let my dreams waste away just because of my past mistakes and foolish ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, HEALTH. I need to seriously gain weight and maintain it at a healthy level, in order to live a proper life and go to school and do well and run my marathon next year. I want to be serious about my goals and not just pay lip service. Its just horrible to fail again and again and I don't want it to happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116713471801630292?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116713471801630292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116713471801630292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116713471801630292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116713471801630292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-was-good-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116676897073714484</id><published>2006-12-22T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:29:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for a long time because sometimes its just plain tiring to type out your life for everyone to read and gawk at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The annual youth camp has arrived and gone and it was good. Learnt lots of stuff and had lots of reflections to do.Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went shopping with the mother and the sister ytd. Went to Shaw Centre to get food from Lazy Gourmet for Christmas Eve Dinner, then went to MNG. The mother was nice and bought the daughter(referring to moi) a pair of black jeans. They are really cool but the mother has forbidden the daughter to wear them till she puts on weight. le sigh. Its some sort of reverse psychological to encourage me to gain weight as fast as possible. Then the trio journeyed to Vivo City. We met up with the mother's friend. The daughter and the sister spend 78 bucks at Candy Empire on sweets and snacks. HAHA, aint that amazing?! LOL. Then we just window shopped, looked at clothes, the father has promised the daughter 500 bucks to buy new clothes when the daughter reaches the target weight, the daughter is very happy and planning to stuff her face till the goal is met. However, the mother was in a good mood and decided to buy the daughter a pair of slip ons from Charles and Keith. Yeap. Then we went off. THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116676897073714484?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116676897073714484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116676897073714484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116676897073714484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116676897073714484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/havent-been-blogging-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116593744383935460</id><published>2006-12-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:30:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored that I'm cleaning off my nail polish and repainting them again because I'm such a crankedupfreakofnature. Haha. I want black nail polish, so I can paint my nails blackredblackredblack... Such gothchick colours. Btw, I got my hair cut today and in my humbleopinion, it rocks like shit. Haha. I got a cute little bob hairstyle and its realfunky in a parisanchic kind of style. Yeap, so I'm in a terrific mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116593744383935460?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116593744383935460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116593744383935460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116593744383935460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116593744383935460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-so-bored-that-im-cleaning-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116582655837932231</id><published>2006-12-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:42:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its raining, technically its pouring. Rain comes down in nice cute droplets, but when it pours, its as if GOD is pouring buckets of water down. Its wet and grey, perfect mood for snuggling under covers with the aircon blasting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is so mundane, when your life is so bleak. Like the weather. HAHA, I sound so poetic. No? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH, the mother just rang up. She wants me to bring down her passport to her office, in THIS HORRIBLE WEATHER, I dunzo what to say. Shan't say anything because there's nothing pleasant to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116582655837932231?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116582655837932231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116582655837932231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116582655837932231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116582655837932231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-raining-technically-its-pouring.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116533789122142959</id><published>2006-12-06T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:58:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I lost something again and this time it is worth 315 BUCKS! WADDAHELL IS HAPPENING TO ME??? I lost my left contacts today, its fugly expensive because it corrects my eyesight, OH DAMMIT. I shall just pretend nothing happen. lets keep this a secret between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel sick now, feel so gross and fugly ugly, lets slash and burn and scream and rant and rave. URGH, what a feeling of undesirable sense of being. Lets hope tomorrow brings a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116533789122142959?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116533789122142959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116533789122142959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116533789122142959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116533789122142959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/urgh-i-lost-something-again-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116529184811684119</id><published>2006-12-05T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:10:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red is my new colour, Black&amp;White used to be my colours, but Red is the new addition. I love my RED nails, bright striking-in-your-face RED. Its so vampire-ish, if there's such a word? Dunzo. Booyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116529184811684119?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116529184811684119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116529184811684119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116529184811684119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116529184811684119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/red-is-my-new-colour-blackwhite-used.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116506273502471024</id><published>2006-12-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:32:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel bad for missing church today. My mum and I had another horrible quarrel today so I spend like 2 hours just stoning in her car and therefore I missed church. We are constantly ranting over stupid stuff like how I leave crumbs everywhere how I look so sick and pale and skinny and how everyone always asks her how come I am so blah and blah. Its so irritating and I hate her nagging and I hate blogging about such mudane stuff but its my outlet for venting my frustration or else I will tearing out all my hair and I will become bald in no time. Not a pretty sight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want new clothes, I am sick of my wardrobe, but no clothes unless I gain weight by order of the Queen Majesty of the house aka MUM. Urgh, I want to go and die. I am eyeing thise rainbow striped T-shirt from Stussy which is totally fab. Its so cute yet funky at the same time. Me Likey! HAHA. My life is at a all time low now since my phone is missing so I can't call people to go out. SAD LIFE OF ME. Anyway, the younger sibling is coming home from Thailand, hope she had a fun time training there, haha, and she's going to come back all gross and burnt and icky poo. LOL, but hope she had a fun time, I missed her like hell, though we always get on each other nerves, but we do have our fun sisterly times =) haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116506273502471024?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116506273502471024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116506273502471024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116506273502471024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116506273502471024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-bad-for-missing-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116496745537207522</id><published>2006-12-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:04:16.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so B-O-R-E-D double yawn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching the time tick by till my mum finishes then we can go home, but we aint going home anyway, I am off for some Christmas Outreach Dinner at Suntec Convention Hall, yeap. I feel so irritated at my mum, she is just a MOOD SWING QUEEN, and she's always accusing me of being that, HELLO? YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF. If I was self-reliant, I wouldahav walked out of the front door, get a oneway ticket to Tokyo and never ever look back. Too but i still depend on my parents for lodging and finaces so running away is out of the question. Oh just a random note. I GOT RED NAILS, HAHA, I look like I just dip my fingers in fresh blood, cool aint it, like some skanky vamp. Blah. I'm talking lots of shit because I've totally nothing else to do. I feel sick and my stomach feels bloated and painful and gross, gah, I hate the process of gaining weight, makes me so uncomfortable, shit but I need to endure it to recover and that stuff. URGH AT LEAST I'LL BE REWARDED WITH FUNKY NEW CLOTHES so lets just plunge in the knife and pretend its totally painless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116496745537207522?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116496745537207522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116496745537207522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116496745537207522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116496745537207522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-b-o-r-e-d-double-yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116480196720851544</id><published>2006-11-29T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:06:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a night that I can spend chilling in front of the com, doing nothing but surfing and chatting. Has been spending Monday and Tuesday at the &lt;B&gt;National Healing Campaign&lt;/B&gt; at the Indoor Stadium. It so ah-mazing! There were so many people on wheelchairs who were healed and they could FREAKING WALK AGAIN. I was tearing because I felt so HAPPY for them. MIRACLES STILL HAPPEN, ITS LIKE SO SO COOL. GOD IS JUST SO POWERFUL. WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway I am so careless again, on Sunday I lost my phone and guess what, today I lost 50 BUCKS, URGH! SUCH A HORRIBLE WEEK, surprisingly my mummy wasn't that angry and she was worried that I would run away or do stupid things because I was upset and she was fantically trying to find me since she couldn't contact me as my phone is still MIA. Wish some kind soul would return it, but I don't expect it anw, THE WORLD IS TOO EVIL AND SELFISH NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; I dont have much to say today, so weird, I usually have so much to RANT and Fave about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116480196720851544?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116480196720851544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116480196720851544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116480196720851544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116480196720851544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-finally-night-that-i-can-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116454707983272954</id><published>2006-11-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:18:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe I'm talking to __. &lt;br&gt;URGH, the more I want to forgot the painful past, __ comes to haunt me suddenly and we are talking like we are friends all of a sudden. I'm shocked? &lt;br&gt; __ and I are pretending we had nothing in the past, yeah, we are talking about random stuff. Life, school, friends, its kind of fun, in a sadistic way. Actually, I want to swear at __ and rant about how __ screwed up my life in a major way, like three years of my most horrible life were caused by __. But I need to let go of my anger and hurt so yeap, __ and I can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Suntec to collect the Stan Chard Marathon pack, not going to run so someone in my running club is gonna replace me, my coach's friend. I'm sad. and thats not the worst thing. Want to hear some BAD BAD NEWS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHISPERS* I LOST MY HANDPHONE!!! urgh, *shakes head and rolls eyes and pouts* I know I'm such a careless chica but why oh why must I lose my handphone. DOUBLE UGH, hope some kind soul returns it... IN MY DREAMS, SINGAPORE IS SUCH A LOUSY COUNTRY  WHERE PPL ARE TOO SELFISH, SO THERE, PHONE IS HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; SIGH, I want to lie on some sandy feet and stick my feet into the wet sand and look at the clouds hear the waves feel the burn of the sun and just smile pitifully at myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116454707983272954?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116454707983272954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116454707983272954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116454707983272954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116454707983272954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-believe-im-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-116448222727872156</id><published>2006-11-26T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T03:17:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHO'S BRINGING SEXYBACK! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;FEL'S BACK BECOZ SHE GOT A NEW AH-MAZING DELICIOUS LAYOUT. yucks, whenever I see my old layout, so prissy pink and flowery, I just want to regurgitate. So after wasting my precious sleep since its now 2.53am. I've finally a layout that at least makes me want to post some shit about my life in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, an update on my oh-so-fabulous life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now...I guess, not completely, but better. I've realised some hard truth these past few weeks, like what dying feels, what being so weak all you wanna do is just sleep your sad life away. YUP. LIFE IS SHORT SO GET YOUR ASSES OFF THE COUCH AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've lotsa stuff to deal with, like gaining weight since being so underweight obviously poses a danger to my poor little heart and lungs and kidney and bladder and spleen, you get the picture. But its not easy my dear, you think gaining weight is just EAT MORE right? I wish life was so LOGICAL, but OH NO ITS MORE COMPLICATED. yeaps, but with my wardrobe overflowing with gorgeous clothes and promises of new jeans and dresses with weight gain since obviously I DON'T LOOK NICE IN MY CLOTHES. OH PLEASE DON'T BULLSHIT IN FRONT OF ME AND SAY I LOOK OK AND STUFF, I CAN FACE REALITY YOU KNOW? I will gain weight and my health back. I DON'T WANNA EXPERIENCE ANOTHER NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I can no longer blot out the past. I must have a new slate of paper so I can colour my life in again. Those ugly splots caused by the pain, the sorrow, the jealousy, I need to get rid if them. I need to stand up on MY TWO LITTLE FEET and stop hiding in the hole that I've dug for myself. I know I've been avoiding my friends from the good old past times, and I'M SORRY if I've made them worried. But some ppl must remain hidden, THOSE UGLY LITTLE DESPICABLE PESTS must be exterminated from memory, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH I FEEL TIRED NOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-116448222727872156?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/116448222727872156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=116448222727872156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116448222727872156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/116448222727872156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-layout.html' title='NEW LAYOUT'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114679933522786061</id><published>2006-05-05T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:22:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, I haven't been doing so well these 2 days. I was supposed to go hospital for the day programme as usual, but I woke up feeling very lousy and upset with myself, then it went downhill from there, so now I am stuck at home with nothing to do. I think I should have gone to SGH, so I could talk to the doctors about the lousy feelings I've been feeling after I was discharged. Sigh. Now my mum is angry at me, I feel bad for missing the programme today and I've sinned too. I feel so horrible. I think I shall pray for forgiveness then I shall sleep the day away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114679933522786061?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114679933522786061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114679933522786061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114679933522786061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114679933522786061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh-i-havent-been-doing-so-well-these.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114645275343710994</id><published>2006-05-01T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:05:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I attended Confirmation class at Uncle George's house yesterday and though it lasted for 4 hours, it was not boring or dry as many said it was, but I found it so spirtually enriching and I learnt a lot about prayer and quiet time which I am trying to follow now. I want to grow in spirtual maturity and be able to fulfill whatever God's purpose and will for my life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors say that you can never fully and completely recover from depression and ed and I used to believe them, but now I think otherwise, I think with God's help, its totally possible. Hmmm. Honestly I think recovering completely is scary because I cam no longer depend on my old self harming ways to relieve stress and anxiety and misery. I need to learn to lean on God instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of serious stuff, makes me a sedated person, lol. I want to do something fun before checking in back to SGH tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114645275343710994?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114645275343710994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114645275343710994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114645275343710994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114645275343710994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-attended-confirmation-class-at-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114632028213063536</id><published>2006-04-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:18:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at home now, in the end my doctor decided to give me home leave till Monday night. It feels kind of weird to not be in hospital, with the nurses monitoring you 24 hours, checking up on what you are doing, with the other girls talking about our feelings and struggles to get well. The hospital is a very safe environment for us to get well, you have people to ensure that you are not doing anything silly and that you eat your meals and take your supplements regularly and that &lt;b&gt;you don't &lt;i&gt;accidentally&lt;/i&gt;forget to take your medicine before you sleep&lt;/b&gt;. Can't believe that my mood swings are controlled by 3 little blue and white pills. They keep my mood stable and stuff, but doesn't it sucks to depend on them. I tried to stop taking them in Jan, and see now what happens, I'm back in hospital, looks like my life is really controlled by 3 little pills. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I attended church, I felt kind of sad. Looking at everyone around me and seeing how normal their lives are, I really envy everyone. I've been struggling for 2 years, was almost recovered last Dec, then got sick again. Sigh, I want to be &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;, what is normal actually? I've forgotten what it feels like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114632028213063536?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114632028213063536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114632028213063536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114632028213063536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114632028213063536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-at-home-now-in-end-my-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114596927522251819</id><published>2006-04-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:47:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Hospitalized again</title><content type='html'>I am getting hospitalised again tmrw and I guess its for the best. I have been feeling depressed and frustrated for the past few months and my weight hasn't been increasing steadily like it should for the past few months, and instead it is either stagnant ot decreasing. Being at such a low weight is causing me lots of physical and psychological promblems. Physically, a normal human body is unable to survive at such a low weight because we each have prediposed weight that we need in order to live healthily. I am not immune to illnesses as a result and fall sick regularly and if i fall down I'll have a higher chance of breaking my bones and becoming paralysed. sigh. Yeah, just continue to keep me in your prayers, thanks :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114596927522251819?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114596927522251819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114596927522251819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114596927522251819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114596927522251819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-hospitalized-again.html' title='Getting Hospitalized again'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114587312147241304</id><published>2006-04-24T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:05:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horriblex10 Day</title><content type='html'>Today is such a horrible day. I didn't want to go to school, because I didn't really study for my chemistry test, because these few weeks I don't know, but my mood is so low, that I can't concentrate on doing anything, I can only do a thing for 15 mins or less. It sucks like heel because I am already lagging behind everyone else with backdated assignments and test, because I was sick for a few weeks. Life is so complicated and messy and my mum and I are always quarreling as a result. Blah. Its raining heavily now and its dark and gloomy inside. Its a perfect expression of my mood, dark and gloomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my day moping around at home, trying to do some work, but I couldn't even bring myself to do any work. I used to be so enthusiastic about work and stuff but now its completely different. Haiya, I don't know what to tpe now because I can't collect my thoughts properly. booo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114587312147241304?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114587312147241304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114587312147241304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114587312147241304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114587312147241304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/horriblex10-day.html' title='Horriblex10 Day'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114584878948230191</id><published>2006-04-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:19:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's some stupid problem with blogger today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114584878948230191?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114584878948230191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114584878948230191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114584878948230191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114584878948230191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-some-stupid-problem-with.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114578406911854135</id><published>2006-04-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:21:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be studying for Chem Test but couldn't concentrate as usual, so i decided to change my blog layout so that I'll have the motivation to blog more reguarly. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a totally &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt; day. I slept till 10am then woke up, read Vouge, laze around. Then cooked a lousy Koka packet noodles to eat. Tasted lousy and sucky, but I didn't care. Then tried studying for Chem, only studied for 15 mins then changed my layout till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its my mum's birthday today, but we already celebrated it at Waraku Restaurant at East Coast yesterday. It serves yummy Japanese food. I had some miso-based oyster with vegetables soba, My sister had cha soba, My mum had curry ramen, My dad had some udon beef hotpot thing. We also order chawamushi, spider handroll, pickels, sashimi and some sea urchin sushi which was 4.40 per sushi, lol. But it was all very delicious and yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114578406911854135?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114578406911854135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114578406911854135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114578406911854135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114578406911854135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114533085929039335</id><published>2006-04-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:27:39.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, I sm feeling very stressed, I have so much work to catch up on because I've been away for so long. Its so overwhelming and my head is spinning when the workload, test tmrw, test on friday, test next week, performace tasks(or project work) due on Thursday which I haven't even started on. Sigh, I don't know where to start. Should I start studying for my make up tests, or should I catch up on missed work, or should I do my current work? Tell me freaking what to do? I have only 24 hours a day, not 240, not 2400, lol, I wish I was some superhuman. Its making me crazy, crazy, crazy. Blah, and I'm not concentrating too well too, my mind keeps drifting off and my stomach also feels uncomfortable 90% of the time, I just want to do nothing, and slack. I don't mind shopping or reading magazines, but I can't open up my books and write something on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should pray about it and hope that I can start showing some interest in my schoolwork and basically normal school life, but I find it too tedious and boring. I want an adventure, go climb Mt Everest, go swim in the Dead Sea, sky diving...anything that doesn't involve sine,cosine,tangent,genes,rate of reaction,volatage,current...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots...&lt;br /&gt;dots...&lt;br /&gt;dots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114533085929039335?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114533085929039335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114533085929039335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114533085929039335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114533085929039335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh-i-sm-feeling-very-stressed-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114506188263155554</id><published>2006-04-15T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:44:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Its the holiest weekend of the year, figuratively speaking. It was Good Friday ytd and tmrw its Easter Sunday. I think this year's Good Friday and Easter Sunday means much more to me then the previous 10 or more Good Friday/Easter Sundays I've celebrated. I think my relationship with God has developed over the last new years and it is still being developed, all the trials that I was faced with was new much for me to handle and I could only look upon God. But being honest, I am not a totally good Christian too, I think I still sin (quite a lot) like the little things I do, like lying too Mum if I've taken my medication, having sucidal thoughts, hurting myself, rebelling, not listening to my parents, the list goes on. Sometimes I also give in to my temptations to hurt myself, I shan't say what I do, its too freakishly horrible. I don't know why I can't stop doing, its like I almost do not want to give it up because its my only form of escapism from the horrible feelings that overwhelmes me. My mum and doctors think that I've stopped doing it, but I still do it occasionally(not as frequent as in the past) but that means I haven't given up my illness, I am still sick. Though I no longer starve myself, but what I am doing now is even worse, it will kill me eventually. I need to stop. And from what I learnt ytd during the 3 hour sermon at COR, if God could sacrifice his only son, his flawless and perfect son, why can't I sacrifice my destructive ways. It will take me lots of guts and self-control and perhaps I shouldn't flush my medicine down the toilet bowl too(it will help), but with God's help, I'm sure its not impossible. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114506188263155554?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114506188263155554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114506188263155554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114506188263155554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114506188263155554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-weekend.html' title='The Holy Weekend'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114467758449732489</id><published>2006-04-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:59:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Old Friends</title><content type='html'>Today is a great day! I talked(smsed) a good friend of mine whom I haven't talked to in ages. Talking to Alexi bring back memories of the good old days in lower secondary. I still rmbed how I invited another friend and him to my school's drama concert and during the 20 min interval, we took a bus to KFC to buy food. Then we were late back and guess what, we also spilled our drinks onto the carpeted auditorium. Lol, those were the days. And once, both Alexi and I had school sailing training, then we traded boats out at sea for fun and I got scolded. But those were the fun days but they also bring back bad memories too, YUP. someone whom I want to forget and pretend never happened, lala. Hope me and Alexi can be good friends again so we can discuss interesting stuff like carrots, heh~ inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you lexy but you're too good looking, all the girls want you. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114467758449732489?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114467758449732489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114467758449732489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114467758449732489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114467758449732489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/talking-to-old-friends.html' title='Talking to Old Friends'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114458218634487226</id><published>2006-04-09T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:29:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Dinner is fun</title><content type='html'>Just finished a yummy dinner, cooked by yours truly. On the menu... Brown Rice, Chinese Cabbage Soup with Enoki Mushroom and Citrus Baked Salmon. HAHA, sounds so pro right. I'm really proud of my salmon, should have taken a picture of it. Even my picky sister who only likes junk food,and turns her nose towards wholesome food finished her salmon. WooLaLa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda of easy actually. I just marinated the salmon fillet with orange juice, mirin(I was supposed to use red wine vinegar but I don't have that), shoyu sauce and salt. Like the fish soak in the juice for about 10-15 mins. Place the fish on top on aluminium foil, wrap it up. Bake in oven for 20 mins. Voila! Dinner is served. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me summarise my day. I attened church at COR with my mum. The sermon was also about Palm Sunday but the verse was taken from another gospel. Church ended at 12, went to Grandma's house for lunch. She fried noodles with seafood and egg. But she had to make seafood noodle soup for me because yours truly can't stomach fried food or else she will have bad bloating and flatulence, too much info, too much info. LOL =) Then we dropped my sister off for sailing practice. Went home and became a snail. Ok, byebye, I wanna watch the Miss Singapore Universe and see how "smart" the girls are. teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114458218634487226?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114458218634487226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114458218634487226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114458218634487226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114458218634487226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/cooking-dinner-is-fun.html' title='Cooking Dinner is fun'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-114450752701795281</id><published>2006-04-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:45:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, so I haven't blogged since 23 Jan, woah, thats a long long time, but I shall start blogging again, thanks to Tjow who doesn't want to keep seeing the same old entry, lol. Let me give a short update of my life since Jan. It was going downhill, downhill, further downhill, right into grave. I kept losing weight for no reason though I was eating alright, and I kept having wind, bloating, cramps, aches in my stomach all the time, and I was feeling sick and weak all the time. I became depressed and stressed because of that, and school stress made it all even worse. Foetunately, I was warded for 3 days recently where they did a scope and realised that stomach lining was worn off so I couldn't digest food properly, which was the cause of the weight loss and the horrible constant pain. It was a relieve to both me and my parents, to know that I wasn't dying of some horrible illness or that I was going back to my old self destructive ways. So now, I am happy and thankful to God for seeing me through these 2 diff months. Now I just need to regain back my weight so I can be healthy again. Yay! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-114450752701795281?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/114450752701795281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=114450752701795281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114450752701795281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/114450752701795281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha-so-i-havent-blogged-since-23-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113808182994803472</id><published>2006-01-24T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:50:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word to describe my life now: HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my life falling apart as a result of school stress and my mum. I can't cope well with stress as well I thought I could, I'm going to fall back to my self-destructive old ways if I am not careful. Nobody, perhaps maybe God can help me to get out of this rough patch, its either this, or it will be history repeating itself. Blah. My mum is making it worse, by being so critical of me, she's constantly nagging about how irresponsible I am, how messy my study room is, how she thinks I look horrid because I'm too skinny, how this, how that. Being at home sucks, then my mum says if I'm so upset at home, then leave and come home only at night, when everyone is sleeping. Then I stayed outside till 11.30pm last night opp my house reading my book, then she comes and drag me back and says all sorts of rubbish, when she ask me to go out. sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113808182994803472?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113808182994803472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113808182994803472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113808182994803472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113808182994803472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-word-to-describe-my-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113800210808176450</id><published>2006-01-23T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:41:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, sorry that my blog has been so dead and boring because MUGGING IS IN PROCESS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, entertain yourself with this rubbish thing *cheers!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Felicia&amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Felicia!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ancient Chinese artists would never paint pictures of Felicia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can tell if Felicia has been hard-boiled by spinning her. If she stands up, she is hard-boiled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The canonical hours of the Christian church are matins, lauds, prime, terce, sext, none, Felicia and compline.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 336 dimples on Felicia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes 8 minutes for light to travel from the Sun's surface to Felicia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felicia can grow up to three feet in a 24 hour period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you lie on your back with your legs stretched it is impossible to sink in Felicia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Felicia-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand Felicia-fights take place there every day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felicia was first discovered by Alexander the Great in India, and introduced to Europe on his return!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All gondolas in Venice must be painted black unless they belong to Felicia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113800210808176450?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113800210808176450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113800210808176450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113800210808176450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113800210808176450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-sorry-that-my-blog-has-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113784984879689971</id><published>2006-01-21T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:24:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>I'm am EXHAUSTED from one whole week of mugging. Gosh, my brain is bursting from informtion over-load! I am so stressed up too =( Sigh, I am too stressed to eat properly, which is taking a toil on my health, I look too pale and skinny, blah, I must learn to handle stress better. HAHA. At least its the weekend now, so I'm going to take a short break to just relax, then start the horrible mugging on Monday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, school's quite fun, especially Bio, we're learning about sexual reproduction now, and the two sexual organs, so interesting ya know *grins madly* HEHE, there's interesting diagrams and videos to look at, school hasn't been so fun since now, and somemore my Bio teacher is a guy, lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say already coz I am too tired...zonks off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113784984879689971?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113784984879689971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113784984879689971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113784984879689971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113784984879689971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113763984695711233</id><published>2006-01-19T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:04:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, and so it begins. The start of late nights till early morning of homework, homework and of course! more homework. Yikes, I am so exhasuted, must be due to the extreme lack of sleep and proper rest and too much green tea and sweets I consume in class to keep myself from the sleep demon. Haha. Blah, there's 15 mins free time now for my class because our English teacher left early for some stuff. We can't go for recess early. Saddo, sucks to school rules!!! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a looong looong day for me. Lessons end at 3:10pm, but I have to stay back to ask my Math teacher some stuff regarding the project due tmrw. Then I have to rush off to library@Orchard to get some books to wtite an introduction for my Research Studies project, then get home to complete the pile of homework from yesterday and today. Sian! I can't wait till Friday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113763984695711233?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113763984695711233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113763984695711233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113763984695711233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113763984695711233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-and-so-it-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113746437161035914</id><published>2006-01-17T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:19:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I just got time for a short post, because Class is starting in 5 mins time. Lousy chinese time taught by a freaky guy, haha, but at least he's kinda nice and lenient. Uusually chinese teacher get really worked up when u forget to bring your chi textbook for class, but that day when I told him I forget my book, he just laughed and looked amused? weirdo... hahaha, nvm. My class is really noisy now, lots of ppl talking, laughing shouting, the sound of a gaggle of schoolgirls hanging out. I'm so sleepy, but I'm being kept awake by my bottle of green tea which still has the teabag in it. I want to pretend to be sick so I can leave earlier, but my mum will get pissed and not pick me up, because you need your parents to pick u up when you're sick, not allowed to leave alone. blahhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113746437161035914?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113746437161035914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113746437161035914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113746437161035914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113746437161035914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-i-just-got-time-for-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113724885608142546</id><published>2006-01-14T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:27:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Week</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged since Tuesday because I was busy with school and busy having food poisoning which resulted in 2 days MC from school since I was having very bad diarhea for the entire 2 days. Urgh, and it was painful having to shit so much :( Thankfully, I'm so much better now. Haha, I realised I only went to school for 2 days this week, on Monday and Friday, because Tuesday was Haji, then Wed and Thurs got MC. Wah, no wonder this week seemed to pass so fast ah! But actually I like school, yup, studying is quite fun because you get to learn new and interesting information. Like mitosis and meiosis, the new “IN” word in my class, wahaha. It’s a fanciful name for cell division in which cells divide and make new cells. Its hard to understand everything, blah, but I will do my best, haha, because BIO is my favourite subject, whee! Sheesh, I sound like some science geek, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall talk about today. Woke up at 10.45am, then went to school for some stuff. Ended about 2 plus, so went with friends to Borders to read some magazines. After that, at 4, went to church for cell. I learnt the building a good foundation is very important and I’ve also made a commitment to devote more time to God, instead of rushing through prayer and quiet time or sometimes even not doing it all when I’m too tired from school. Yup, so I’m going to make quiet time from 11.00pm-11.20pm. Yay. Then after cell, youth service started. We had worship first, oh yeah, forgot to mention! Andrew’s hair is so cool! LOL. After worship, Uncle Weng Seng shared the word of God and we learnt about having spiritual sight and instead of focusing on the obstacles, we must have faith that God will keep his promises. After service ended, usual chit-chat and stuff. Talked about school, haha, what else can we talk about actually? Lol, then I went off to meet my mum for dinner and shopping. The rest went off to Meridian, hmph, must have fun, blah, must tell my mum to not shop on Saturday Nights. Haha, gtg study now, ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113724885608142546?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113724885608142546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113724885608142546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113724885608142546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113724885608142546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/tiring-week.html' title='Tiring Week'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113688299207597246</id><published>2006-01-10T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:49:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun, went out to Tampines Mall with Andrew and Nat and it was so freaking hilarous, heehee, all the sick jokes. I met Andrew around 1.45 in front of Isetan and he was so rude la, he saw lingerie on display oustide then started walking so fast way from me! Hmph, its not my fault they choose to display it there, lol, then since Andrew was looking for a job, we went up to Popular because they give 1 off day, so he can go to Church on Sat, yup, but sadly there was no available position. Then we just walked around randomly looking to see if any shops needed assistant, I suggested Levi Girls and Blush! HAHAHAHA Then later we decided to go Tampines Prime to look for the Popular over there, but they close down already, so Andre go eat lunch while I bought a drink coz I had eaten earlier. He bought Jap food, Katsu Don, looks nice but he say lousy, hehe. Then Nat came to join us, then we talked lots of lame and crap jokes. Then we saw a gigantic banana on display, WHOO! so interesting right, then Nat laugh till his face ached, haha. Then we walk back to TM to look for job. Starbacks don't want people, so SAD :( then we go to The Coffee Bean, blah, while the lady sucked like hell, because I went to ask her if they looking for ppl, then she ask is it for me, then I pointed to Andrew, then she asked Andrew sarcastically if I was his mother. WTH ok ! hmph, i was just helping la. But she gave the form to Andrew then fill up then they say will call him back for interview. Haha. ANDREW HOPE YOU GET THE JOB OK? *grins* then later I decided to go home, because quite late liao, then I need to buy some masking tape for my sister's project. yuppie and it was raining when i left home and its still raining when i got home. sheesh, such a wet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALVIN!!! MAY GOD BLESS YOU IN EVERYTHING YOU DO AND MAY YOU CONTINUE TO GROW DEEPER IN LOVE WITH JESUS AND BE A BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT FOR HIM IN YOUR FAMILY AND AMONG YOUR FRIENDS! &lt;/strong&gt; *hugs!*I know your birthday tmrw, but just wish you first HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113688299207597246?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113688299207597246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113688299207597246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113688299207597246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113688299207597246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-fun-went-out-to-tampines.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113681850484183314</id><published>2006-01-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:55:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, this is the 2nd week of school, and I already very exhausted. Despite sleeping from 8-5.30, I still fell asleep in Physics today, which was the first block of the day *claps claps* Aint I such a fantastic sleeper, and some more I'm sitting in the first row, wah, luckily Thiock is such a nice guy or else I'm sure I'm gonna get scolded la. Andrew Chia aka Bio Teacher is weird, he will book if you sleep, so petty one, eeyur. HAHA. Then after Physics was Chem and we played Pictionary and Taboo since it was our first lesson fro Chem, so she wanted to do revision work. Then it was recess. Then Chinese and my Chi teacher is a perv? He wears Play-Boy Brand shirts la, haiyo *shakes head*, hahaha, then Math which was very fun, lol, I like math :) heehee. Then English, and we have a crazy relief teacher. haha,yup and she's called Miss Seow, what a suitable name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, went to BiBi BaBa to buy new PE shirt for my cousin, then went Grandma's house for 2 hour tuition for Math and Chinese. Then eat dinner which was yummy because Grandma cooked it. We had stir-fried vegetables(Brocoli,Carrot,Mushroom), Fish steamed with garlic and red chilli, Char Siew with red sauce and Chinese Herbal souped served with Fragant White rice, sounds nice uh, my grandma cooks like this everyday so its nice to go to her house for dinner. My Mum cooks completely different, we have brown rice, steamed brocoli, chicken soup, steamed cod fish, hahaha totally healthy stuff, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, i'm sick of blogging now, wanna sleep or perhaps watch Troy. Eric Bana is so sexy *drools*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113681850484183314?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113681850484183314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113681850484183314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113681850484183314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113681850484183314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-this-is-2nd-week-of-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113670163097372159</id><published>2006-01-08T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:27:11.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bw0c3y20FnA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bw0c3y20FnA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F3rBks077c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F3rBks077c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5R09q9GYpw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5R09q9GYpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhP2-bVwk8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhP2-bVwk8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZEig8GY4Lo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZEig8GY4Lo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmegp_r9c38"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmegp_r9c38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7tmswxmdpc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7tmswxmdpc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/101/1030/1600/IMG_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/101/1030/320/IMG_0704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor Tweety-Bird, he's concussed after all that action :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WETvxaWnhXs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WETvxaWnhXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113670163097372159?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113670163097372159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113670163097372159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113670163097372159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113670163097372159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-poor-tweety-bird-hes-concussed.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113669571306491585</id><published>2006-01-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T12:48:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I haven't been blogging for quite a few days, was too much with school stuff and first week are always so rush and chaotic, haha, but since its the weekend i have time to just sit in front the computer to stone since homework hasn't started to rush in yet, must treasure this free period of sanity, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my birthday party of Friday was a total sucess and it was so FUN and MEMORABLE, thanks to everyone who came and made it a total blast! I love you guys :) hahaha. Let me describe the party in greater detail. I ended school at 3, then mym mum piacked me up, then we went all round Singapore to collect the food. First stop, was to to Lana Cakes to collect the my yummy chocolate fudge cake, then to Clementi to collect golden round fishballs, haha, then off to Geylang to collect the spicy otak, then to Kallang Bahru to collect the sticks of satay, then to my grandma's house to collect the noodles, curry chicken and the rest of the food items to be deep fried. Then we sped home, since it was already 5.30pm! Argh, only 1 more hour to prepare everything, So when we reached, we were busily heating up all the food, and deep frying the fish nugguts, seafood rings, sausages, seaweed chicken, lemon chicken then frying the roti prata. My mum did everything by herself, while my sister and I set up the chairs and the utensils, etc. Whoa, we were so tired after doing everything. Then the first grp trooped in at arnd 6.45. Haha, then they sat arnd just talking and drinking and watching my cousin being a total idiot, lol. Then when more ppl came, they started eating. Then when everyone arrived, we cut the doggie cake and i beheaded it, lol. The cake was delicious and I think everyone really liked it, haha :) We also watched THE HOT CHICK, which was a freaking hilarous movie, when it ended some ppl had to leave so they went home first. While those we could stay, sat around and we played my fave game. TRUTH OR DARE! lol, we all got to see Alvin being a hongbao when he had to kiss HanLoong, then I had to shout a birthday song to myself towards the whole neighbourhood, then Matt Yap licking Alvin's ear, then Nat poledancing with the chair, Andrew trying to seduce with a potato chip and the way he licked it was so sexy, lol. Then Ashley passing a tiny potato chip to HanLoong when mouth to Mouth, Joyce having to kiss the Tweety bird that was very near to Matt Yap, ehem, jeans, hahaha, that was so freaking kinky esp if you see the video, they look as if they were doing something "interesting". Then finally Alvin had to pole dance with Ryan as the pole, OMG, it was so cool! lol, we laughed till our tummies ache, haha. Then some the them had to leave, so Andrew, Ashley, Matt Yap n jis 2 friends and I played Heart Attack which was surprisingly fun, lol, we played till 12 then everyone had to leave, and then I zonked out on the sofa and woke up realizing that I had a fever. haha. But still, the party was amazing, thanls to everyone who came! And thanks for all your lovely presents :) cheers. I love love love you guys so much till my &lt;3 is aching, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113669571306491585?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113669571306491585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113669571306491585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113669571306491585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113669571306491585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-i-havent-been-blogging-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113647819243979030</id><published>2006-01-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:23:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF! I AM FREAKING SIXTEEN, AINT I OLD, HAHA, CAN WATCH NC-16 SHOW LEGALLY, lol, i'm so excited about my party later in the evening! cheers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113647819243979030?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113647819243979030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113647819243979030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113647819243979030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113647819243979030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-to-myself-i-am-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113637934453093564</id><published>2006-01-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:55:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above lyrics are from "Leaving on a Jet Plane" by Jewel, its a really old song, but its really nice. Go download it or something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to update my blog as often as I want to, because my mum's quite strict about my computer time since school has started and I'm Sec 4 and she wants me to get at least 3.6 average for my GPA and I need to pass my Higher Chinese O Levels, which is not going to easy because my Chi is always like 50/51. Sigh, I have to start being serious and boring, no more playing and fooling around and being hyper. Why can't I quite school? Why must my family pin their hopes on me? Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is out for facial that is why my sister and I are slacking, me play com while my younger sister is just reading comics, haha, when the cat is away, the mice come out to play. Want to play with me? lol. Tmrw, the lessons are starting, sigh, no more just talking in class, its just work and no play from tmrw onwards, but its only 1 day, then its friday! yay! my birthday! my birthday party! i'm so excited :) something to look foward to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113637934453093564?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113637934453093564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113637934453093564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113637934453093564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113637934453093564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-kiss-me-and-smile-for-me-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113629884126542330</id><published>2006-01-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:34:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>I was just lying on my bed and listening to "Fallen" and suddenly the old memories of &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; started flooding through my mind. Will I ever forget you? I think never, I kept pushing you out of my mind, telling myself that its no use thinking about the past and it will only make me sad...I wonder if you ever think of me when you are just stoning. I just need to let out my feelings, so I can stop thinking of it. SWAT, Pirates of Carribean, we spend our sec 1 March Holidays watching it, my head of your shoulder and you took my hand and I felt a warm tingling sensation. Then the saturday nights, we spend in town, doing nothing, just stoning in each other's company, I still rmb the McFlurry we shared and the jokes we made. And I can never forget our last meeting, we weren't exactly attached so you can't call it a date... We went for a walk in Semawang Park and after that we just sat on the benches, your arms just around me and we were acting oh so cool, not talking but just enjoying the scenery. I wonder what you think when we see each in NSC now, pretending we do not know each other, eyes on the ground. Blah, you are my past, lets forget everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113629884126542330?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113629884126542330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113629884126542330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113629884126542330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113629884126542330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113625274988579337</id><published>2006-01-03T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:45:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this from the PC in my new classroom. 408's classroom is on the 4th floor lah, so high up, must climb so many storeys every day :( I feel so sleepy, not uused to waking up at 5.30 to go school. So this morning when my mum woke me up, I was like pretending not to hear her, because I was so damn tired la. Couldn't sleep the whole night, due to excitement? LOL, I dunno, but I think I slept at 2 plus in the end. Its now free time before another talk by the Head Of Year, and its surely going to be really boring. I bet its gonna be about schoolwork or attire stuff. Damn waste time, I need my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what did I do on my last day of holiday? I spend yesterday shopping for my party stuff at Carefour. I bought 7 giant bags of junk food(Lay's, Doritos, Ruffles etc.) and the proper food, those finger food stuff, chicken for the curry, roti prata to dip into the curry, drinks and other food stuff. Whoa, spend over 100 bucks on it. Then we went over to Ben and Jerry's to eat ice-cream, yummy! And the Ben and Jerry's Cow is so good, black and white, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its recess now, so I'm gonna go off to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113625274988579337?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113625274988579337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113625274988579337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113625274988579337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113625274988579337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113609494082262150</id><published>2006-01-01T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:27:08.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>FEL WISHES EVERYONE A HAPPY NEW YEAR! May 2006 be filled with blessings of love and hyper-ness! whee! 2006 will rock! best year ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i sound so hyper despite only sleeping 4 hours. I slept at about 5.30am and woke up at 9.30am, yup. Why am I so freaking hyper that I can't sit still, can't get tired, haiyo, i'm a freak la :) hahaha, i bet everyone agrees man, tsktsktsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, so after service, about 3/4 of the youth trooped down to Marche at The Heeren. Everyone was feeling high and so lots of lame jokes were being told while waiting for our tables. I started feeling the horns on top of the cow in front of Marche and asked everyone to interrupt it. HAHA! I am feeling "horny". Ok, its a stupid and lame joke, blahh. So after about 15mins we got out tables in that wine room, which is so freaking cool, after about 10 visits to Marche, I still haven't realised tht there was just a room! LOL. So I ordered overpriced stir-fried veggies with prawns and some watermelon cocktail drink, and since we needed to spend a minimum of $15 per person, I had to also buy a bottle of Ice Mountain Mineral Water to make it exactly $15.00, cool uh? After everyone finished eating, it was time for bullshit again, there was a stupid "HARDEST" JOKE, which I shan't repeat here, hahaha, poor Alvin turned so red that he looked the exact colour of his shirt! Sorry! If I had known what a joke it would turn out to be, I wouldn't go arnd playing with people's hair again, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the crazy bunch of ppl which includes Tash, Andrew, Abriel,Alvin, Ashley, Joshua, Jeremy, Sarah and Anastasia and ME trooped down to Esplanade for our countdown. We plonked our butts down at Benjamin Shears Bridge which was an excellent place for watching fireworks! haha, I was so blur and sat on the wet ground so when I stood up there was a patch of water on my jeans and I looked like I pee-ed, sheesh. We played lame games like the Animal Game, the squeese hand Murderer Game and the same ol spin the bottle truth or dare. Truth or Dare was so freaking hilarious, esp when Joshua started dancing his orientation dance and Alvin shouted towards Esplanade "Hi! I am Alvin Ng, aged 19, is anyone interested?" OMG, there was so funny, I thought I was going to get a heart attack from laughing too hard, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the clock striked 12, lo and behold, the sky burst into flames and BANG BANG BANG, the firworks started exploding into the night sky! Gosh, it was so breathtakingly gorgeous, I can't describe it in plain words. My heart went BANG BANG BANG as I looked on and started snapping photos with my camera and the view was great! Unobstructed by any buildings, the photos were so good! hahaha, okie, so the 9 mins fireworks was worth everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that everyone except Sarah n Anastasia(they left us earlier at about 11:05 i think) went in search of Coffee! Whee! After lots of walking n changed plans, we finally got to Starbucks at Raffles City, haha i think it was around 1 am already. I of course got my fav drink, Caffe American in Grande size, hahaha, that's why couldn't sleep till like 5.30am la, lol. So we just crapped some more at Starbucks, then we left arnd 1.40am and decided to proceed home. BUT THERE WAS NO CABS AVAILABLE. All the cabs either occupied or on call, so we had to work around looking for cab, what a fun thing to do on the first day of 2006! We walked and walked and walked all the way to Bras Basah Complex and sat at the bus-stop and guess it was already about 3.30am, HAHAHA! Can't believe we spend about 2 hours waiting for cab la, but it was quite fun la, becoz everyone was like high, so not that bad. Haiya, I think we shld have just taken the fastest way home, either by ambulance or police car, lol, or even the trishaw, or that cleaning truck, lol. In the end, my mum came to picked me at arnd 3.45am, surprisingly she was in a good mood, lol, so I didn't get nagged or what la :) heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was still very fun in the end, lol. But the next yr must have a better plan, like renting a suite in Hotel 81 so we all can crash there after the countdown, or go Sentosa Foam Party :D So sian now, think about school, haiz... But at least can look forward to my birthday party on Friday!!! heeeheee, hope it will be equally fun and crazy :p I can't believe I'm gonna be 16!!! woohoo!!! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR AGAIN! AND 2006 WILL BE A FABULOUS YEAR? trust me, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie since i'm bored i shall do quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mexican Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/mexican-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spicy yet dependable. You pull punches, but people still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f8e8ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick.&lt;br /&gt;You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erotic Thriller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/erotic-thriller.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you.Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you.&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;If&lt;/a&gt; Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pesto Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/pesto-pizza.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adventurous and hedonistic.You live for new experiences and tastesAnd you're not the type to have your pizza the same way twiceIf they can put it on pizza, you're up for trying it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;ehhh...this pizza looks gross :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113609494082262150?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113609494082262150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113609494082262150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113609494082262150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113609494082262150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113596006460852213</id><published>2005-12-31T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:27:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>I just came home from BBQ and I'm very stinky, the combined smell of BBQ food, burnt food and burning charcoal produces a smell that is unplesant and gross and reminds me of smelly tofu. haha. The BBQ was at one of the uncles in my mum's cell group. The uncles and aunties there are a fun bunch and there were many interesting conversation about "lolls loyce", ACS, ducks chickens and etc. HAHA, it was so funny, and I learnt lot of cool stuff from the adults. Hanging out with adults is good man, firstly get alcohol which is damn shiok then you can pick up interesting knowledge, yup must attend my mum's cell grp together with her more often. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, its already 12.04am, I can say its the day of this year, and thinking about the past year, 2005 was a bittersweet year for me, more downs then ups, major breakdowns which led to long term absence from school, self destruction which led to severe consequences, frequent battles with myself, dying seem the easier way out. But I am glad I survived it, coming out stronger and tougher. But the battle is never totally won, I am still prone to bad old self destructive habits when stress sets in, and I'm quite worried because I know 2006 will be a tough year especially since I'm gonna be in Sec4. I am scared of going back there, the empty pits of depressing thoughts and behaviors, self-loathing, self-induced destruction. NOPE! I will not go back there and 2006 will be a great year ! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113596006460852213?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113596006460852213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113596006460852213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113596006460852213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113596006460852213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113591915470395658</id><published>2005-12-30T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:01:52.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the last day of the hols!</title><content type='html'>SIGH, can you hear me sighing? I am so sad :( sad sad fel because its the last day of holidays if you don't count weekend n the public holiday *sobs* My last day to sleep in and sit in front of the com and go blog-surfing and mass-tagging while listening to music. My ideal life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so ill prepared for school, haven't packed my books, haven't bought new pens and stuff coz i lost my pencilcase, haven't searched the house for my missing school badge/nametag. I am totally &lt;strong&gt;unexcited&lt;/strong&gt; about school but who can blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think my blog is crap, I have nothing interesting going on in my life so there's nth to read about, its just teenage bullshit, yup. I have no interesting boyfriends to discuss about, no crazy family members to gossip about, lalala. I am so bored now, just waiting for time to pass by, going my mum's office later in the evening to print out my birthday invitations then I'm going along for her cell group. CAN SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM MY BORING LIFE. I think i can start a TV show, instead of the simple life starring paris hilton and nicole richie, you can "&lt;strong&gt;The Boring Life" &lt;/strong&gt;starring me, the boring girl, haha, you see me stoning in front of my messy computer table with empty coke cans and choc wrappers surrounding me. blah blah blah. shall just end here in case someone has already fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113591915470395658?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113591915470395658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113591915470395658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113591915470395658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113591915470395658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-last-day-of-hols.html' title='Its the last day of the hols!'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113586912451025883</id><published>2005-12-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:12:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To anyone from OCC Youth Reading this, you're invited to my 16th Birthday Party next friday 06 Jan at my house( give you guys the address on saturday, i do not want to post it over the web for weird/crazy ppl to see) haha. You can come anytime from 6.30pm and it will end anytime you want to go home. Please come with a very empty stomach as my grandmother will preparing lots of nice food, haha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't believe I can going to be &lt;strong&gt;sixteen&lt;/strong&gt; in 1 week and 1 day, its like time really flies by, one day I was just a kid with 2 plaits going to primary 1 and now, I am gonna be a big &lt;em&gt;jie jie&lt;/em&gt; in Secondary School. Sigh, time waits for no girl, haha. But going up has it peaks too, like watching NC-16, M18 then finally R21 =) hehe, then I can learn to drive, I can get married/get kids( ehh, if i can find the right guy), die, go to heaven. Yup, lifes like that. So gonna start holding onto life, before it slowing slides away like a snake and you're never see it again. Sheesh, this sounds like philosophy bullshit. And philo bullshit reminds me of the disgusting word &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must school start so fast, blah, I am still in the holiday and party mood, and sec 4 is gonna be a tough year so it means I have to work my ass off to achieve grades that are just on the borderline of satifactory. Slave-drivers, you can call the fine establishment I've been implanted too, but don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be a Rafflesian, but just not able to accept the tough life it brings along. I sound so lazy and I am :) heehee. How can little Miss Slacker like me ever achieve a dream of being a plastic surgeon??? Nevermind, it is good to build castles and masions in the sky but make sure they don't come crashing back onto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, I don't feel like telling you what I did today because its so booring. I studied and slept and ate, and shit, and slept, and ate, and went shopping and ate, and come home play com. Nice life eh? Yeah! Better enjoy this kind of slacker life before i become a full time nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113586912451025883?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113586912451025883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113586912451025883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113586912451025883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113586912451025883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday-party.html' title='My Birthday Party'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113577501203329506</id><published>2005-12-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:03:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War</title><content type='html'>I am like in World War 3 but instead of involving countries, its between my mum and my sister and its super irritating because both of them are being bitches, so I'm stuck in between glares and quarrels and because my mum is in a bad mood, I don't dare ask her if I can go out since I am so bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is angry at my sister for not doing her work since she's having a PSLE next year and she also drags me in saying that I'm also lazing around and when school starts, I will be very blur and stuff. Yah-da, Yah-da, Yah-da. &lt;em&gt;Parents are soooo annoying.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have NO WORK to do, I've finished reading next year's literature text, Macbeth and the Handmaid's Tale( which has many sexual scenes in it and uses the f word very literally ) HAHA! I can't do math because I do not know how to do. I can't and won't do chinese because chinese is just chinese, too stupid to waste time on. Blah. So i just have to suffer her wrath and play computer till she nags at me and say that I'm wasting electricity and stuff and should go &lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt;, YEAH LA, everyday STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gross, I have chinese and math tuition @ an ungodly hour of 8.30am tmrw, my tuition teacher just called, she has to make it earlier since she has some stupid meeting in school. Oh sigh,  I have to wake up so early *wails* Its my last week to sleep in okie! boohoohoo. HAHA, i sound spasticated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113577501203329506?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113577501203329506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113577501203329506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113577501203329506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113577501203329506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/cold-war.html' title='Cold War'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113565889204223896</id><published>2005-12-27T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:48:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of holidays</title><content type='html'>SIGH! Its the last week of the holidays, omigosh, i am depressed, why did the holidays past so fast, it flew by like superman, hahaha. Goodbye to movie outings/shopping outings, Goodbye to sleeping at 2/3am and waking up at 12pm, Goodbye to slacking like a worm everyday single day. Hello to waking up at 6am and sleeping at 1/2am. Hello to major serious rafflesian mugging. Hello to boring stupid teachers. Hello to major nerdiness since its my final year in RGS, i need good grades, oh sigh, why can't I be the sort of genius who doesn't need to study yet is so smart that everyone has to kiss my ass, lol. pardon my language, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, back to reality.... My sister is watching SWAT for like the tenth time this month, sheesh, it gets boring after a while but my sister doesn't think so. I have to bring her down to Bibi Baba( its a school uniform shop in Shaw Centre ) to order nametags because they DO NOT allow phone orders, omigosh omigosh, they are so weird, haha. It means i have to travel from Pasir Ris to Orchard and back to Pasir Ris. Blahhh! I hate MRT trips which are loooong and booooring and my sis isn't that good company and I realised I haven't bathed yet because I just woke up, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaez, gtg wash up&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113565889204223896?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113565889204223896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113565889204223896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113565889204223896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113565889204223896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-week-of-holidays.html' title='Last week of holidays'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113558996136811672</id><published>2005-12-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:39:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid and Sick Day</title><content type='html'>I AM SO SAD BECAUSE I COULDN'T WATCH NARNIA TODAY *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm am&lt;em&gt; sick &lt;/em&gt;too due to undercooked chicken wing at my cousin's BBQ party yesterday so I spent most of my day sitting in the toilet and shitting, erm, too much info actually, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope those who watched the movie had a great time  :)) yippee! I spent most of the time doing the layout and stuff, linking ppl and stuff, tedious work lah. But at least better then doing nothing. I sound so stupid and boring today man, its so unlike myself, sheesh. Lalala, i shall go link somemore people and maybe go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113558996136811672?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113558996136811672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113558996136811672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113558996136811672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113558996136811672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-and-sick-day.html' title='Stupid and Sick Day'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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-20174824.post-113553217598633116</id><published>2005-12-26T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:36:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>Its 1.30am and I am so bored that I decided to create a blog. Yup,  i have nothing better to do, queen of bo liaoness ~!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Anw today or since its already 1am, i should say yesterday was Christmas Day. Very bored and sian for the whole day till evening when I went to my cousin's house for his 21st Birthday, we bought him a Nike Voucher, yup, lucky him, I want it. We had BBQ there, ate lots of yummy food, chicken wing, salmon, sotong, beef steak, vege salad, fried noodles, chicken curry, sweet potato, blueberry cheesecake tart and yummy yummy choc fudge cake. Haha =) Stomach is feeling happy, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch Narnia later, with i think Alvin, Andrew, Nat, Ash, Tjow, Rach Goh and dunno who else more, haha, fun people so i'm sure i'll have a fun time. I'm feeling sad anyway, its the last week of the holidays, gosh, time really flies by right, i am going to be SEC 4 soon, the horrors of horrors, I can finally bully the sec 1s, 2s and 3s, hehehe. *evil laughter* Nah nah nah, i'm a nice senior lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get some nice teacher for form teacher and not some stupid taiwanese bitch i had last yr who hated me like hell, oh well, i wasn't that nice to her anyway, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going i shall end this entry now, coz i wanna find a nice layout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20174824-113553217598633116?l=runforthedream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/feeds/113553217598633116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20174824&amp;postID=113553217598633116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113553217598633116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20174824/posts/default/113553217598633116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runforthedream.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>princessbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01826470665511148713</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>
