<?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-29848244</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:17:31.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartfelt-productions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-419814755718086264</id><published>2008-10-18T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:30:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fort canning.&lt;br /&gt;issue 4.&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad the hell is wrong with this semester?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29848244.post-5023109850829101176</id><published>2008-10-15T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:19:38.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurt, betrayal, anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not now, just give me afew more days to get over it, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5023109850829101176?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5023109850829101176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>You do crazy things when you are bored.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very bored.&lt;br /&gt;Its a public holiday yet I'm alone at Chinatown, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday has been very boring.&lt;br /&gt;Money runs out way before you've had enough fun.&lt;br /&gt;When looking for a job, nothing seems to be going well for you.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you gave up looking for one, jobs come dropping down on you like bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slogged half my life away during F1, decent pay but enough to kill.&lt;br /&gt;Then before I even give my poor dear self a rest, I'm down at a production house, doing myself and celest a favor since I had nothing else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing, I can't breathe properly. And I feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the family issues that keeps bugging me every single day.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a never ending ride for me, it doesn't suprise me anymore but it gets me down one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently it makes me wonder what families are for?&lt;br /&gt;They're for support, care, concern and love.&lt;br /&gt;Not my family, not the way things are looking.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't really expect much when you yourself don't give them much damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it seems like it would be better if you had live on alone.&lt;br /&gt;So you rely on yourself, but really, you wanna rely on someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who supports you, cares and concerns about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahs, see how one being bored can think so negatively and get so irritated with her ownself and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's partly being a girl/gemini thang, women never gets satisfied. They are hard to please, they have multiple characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1117510869705683550?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1117510869705683550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1117510869705683550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1117510869705683550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1117510869705683550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-do-crazy-things-when-you-are-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3753614146723842735</id><published>2008-09-18T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:47:58.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>syy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be so stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;always doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3753614146723842735?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-7566911710045222440</id><published>2008-09-16T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:51:27.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sry, we're just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like watching a real sad movie on screen after a slap across the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7566911710045222440?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7566911710045222440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you still can't be truthful to yourself infront of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6307580883212169215?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6307580883212169215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6307580883212169215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6307580883212169215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6307580883212169215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/09/you.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-2659594373463840297</id><published>2008-08-27T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:11:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I try and try to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2659594373463840297?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2659594373463840297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2659594373463840297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2659594373463840297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2659594373463840297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-catch-breath-when-i-look-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8610501017733841368</id><published>2008-08-21T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:56:38.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish I could read you like a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8610501017733841368?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8610501017733841368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8610501017733841368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8610501017733841368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8610501017733841368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-read-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-7783019398201936816</id><published>2008-05-25T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:51:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sorry, but i don't think i can carry on with this kind of conversations anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause of the fucking sad songs playing on the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause im fucking writing a piece of article about my family.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's cause it's the time of the month when my mens are coming and the hormones mess up your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, it's just the time to learn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7783019398201936816?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7783019398201936816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7783019398201936816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7783019398201936816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7783019398201936816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sorry-but-i-dont-think-i-can-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-5313646867826963360</id><published>2008-05-23T06:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:24:17.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cilla's coming back next week!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can celebrate my bday with one more DFFP member. (stupid carmen.) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5313646867826963360?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5313646867826963360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5313646867826963360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5313646867826963360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5313646867826963360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-4778092074474279974</id><published>2008-05-18T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:07:55.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i was blogging for hftv, i tot i'll drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing interesting these days.&lt;br /&gt;everything's piled up. I was procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to get things done but it just cramps my mood. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait till cilla and carmen comes back. And the holidays are like here soon. Though I doubt there would be any holiday for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4778092074474279974?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4778092074474279974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4778092074474279974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4778092074474279974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4778092074474279974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/since-i-was-blogging-for-hftv-i-tot-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8739673922970861056</id><published>2008-05-10T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:49:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im addicted to loveholic songs.&lt;br /&gt;Espeacially 'mirage'where the lead singer sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;So tell me, tell me the reason why&lt;br /&gt;How can you do this to me&lt;br /&gt;You break my heart and you make me cry&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple english words, but she sang it like theres' so much agony for you to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freak, I never thought that I relied on my family much.&lt;br /&gt;But now that i'm sick, I really wish I could rely on my mum to sayang me, feed me medicine and cook food for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's mothers' day, even thou my sis and I often said we wouldn't get our mum anything, we still want to...except tt we are both too broke to get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really miss her winter melon soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8739673922970861056?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8739673922970861056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8739673922970861056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8739673922970861056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8739673922970861056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-addicted-to-loveholic-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1973282138780175841</id><published>2008-05-04T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive and Forget.&lt;br /&gt;I can forgive others' faults easily, but I can't say the same about forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when new faults are being introduced, the memories of past faults comes back, accumulating ontop of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when 'bitching' comes in. Then, it would be hard to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be relief I'm not uncovering all the issues in your face, it's got nothing to do about being a hypocrite. I treasure the feelings of people around me,including yours. As usual, its all cause i have too big a conscience to ignore it. But do me a favor, figure out your own faults and stop trampling on the nerve that is about to snap. If it does, rmb its gonna be a big slap across your face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how when you are bored, you can blog just about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus to work today, a man came up to me asking me for a dollar. He said he missed his transport or something so he had no money. I gave the man a dollar of coins, but he asked me for $2.80 after that. He kept blabbling about having to travel to Jurong and all. When I told him I didn't have anymore coins, he asked for a 2-dollar note.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately recalled the incident when I gave an indian man 5bucks at a mrt, two years ago. Back then, the indian man had asked for 2dollars too. But I told him I only had a 5dollar note, which he then asked me for it and I stupidly gave it. So, not wanting to be a sucker again, I told the man I didn't have 2dollars and turned away. He got the msg and started walking away from the bus stop. I think he's trying to save the bus fare for mrt by walking straight to the mrt station. And then, I felt really mean and guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1973282138780175841?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1973282138780175841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1973282138780175841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1973282138780175841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1973282138780175841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-864314107628727984</id><published>2008-05-03T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:21:27.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss cilla and carmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like super duper, even though i thought i was already used to there being just me,teddy and charzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then now, talking to salina and reading cilla's blog just make me miss the whole DFFP fooling around period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there's always laughter. &lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there's always scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there's always asshole momments.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there's always singing.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there's never any arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, it doesn't matter where we go.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, it doesn't matter if we get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, it's alright even when we don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there are dreams.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there are stupid fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;With DFFP, there are precious memories that you know you'll always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time all 5 of us was gathered together was during sunny's bbq. But even then, it was just a brief 20mins or so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my DFFP?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-864314107628727984?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/864314107628727984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=864314107628727984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/864314107628727984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/864314107628727984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-bored-that-ive-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3570630389793953202</id><published>2008-05-02T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:44:54.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so apalled by how people handle things without consideration for others.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, its a human instinct to protect your own interests. &lt;br /&gt;But whatever happened to "i wanna help others."? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's irritating, knowing that there so many things that you want to help but you can't do anything because its one vs the rest. I choose to stay out of the way and try not complicating things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, this is such a fucking big shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I would rather put myself at an advantage, but it doesn't mean I approve about putting others at a disadvantage. Aparently, I have a fucking big conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what, it's just not right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3570630389793953202?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3570630389793953202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3570630389793953202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3570630389793953202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3570630389793953202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-apalled-by-how-people-handle.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3373766921658388112</id><published>2008-04-27T11:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:56:37.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:390%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just sing till our throats sore and our voice crack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3373766921658388112?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3373766921658388112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3373766921658388112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3373766921658388112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3373766921658388112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/04/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-2105904609239420308</id><published>2008-04-17T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:58:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, been too busy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Here now caz we were told that Ms Kwa knows every single one of our blog links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case she decides to drop by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi Ms Kwa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im sorry for the use of many colourful, repetitive vulgarities! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pls substitue those words when reading with others such as 'potato', 'prata(pla-ta)' etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2105904609239420308?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2105904609239420308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2105904609239420308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2105904609239420308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2105904609239420308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-923882164531133488</id><published>2008-04-08T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:44:06.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fu.ck</title><content type='html'>im lacking courage.&lt;br /&gt;but im determined to not let that one bastard continue screwing up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me life. It's the only thing that holds me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-923882164531133488?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/923882164531133488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=923882164531133488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/923882164531133488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/923882164531133488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/04/fuck.html' title='fu.ck'/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1489993322150387503</id><published>2008-03-30T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:56:21.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like eating potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, random. Went out with Novea yesterday. Had sushi buffet. I think, I hate sushi buffets. I don't fancy sushi rice as much as I fancy the rest of the food. Kept picking raw salmon off the sushi and hiding sushi rice inbetween plates because Novea kept reminding me of the extra charge for wastage of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. Didn't do anything much, there was nothing nice to shop.So we just talked and walked, then sit down to rest before going through the whole damn process again. Novea bought me a jacket from taiwan! It doesn't look like PJs! Thank you very much Novea-chan, I'm wearing them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Fairuz at taka after that, to check out some Oops! Equipment. (Hi Calcium, YOU'RE INEFFICIENT! bleah. ) Met up with Hakim, Jasmine and her collegues for dinner, which was abit awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Fairuz treated me to a movie! Charlie Bartlett, nice one, I like. The guy was rather cute, in a "I'm a goody-two shoes" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we cabbed down to Mustafa after that! I didn't know that place was 24/7!? The taxi ride was a lil freaky thou, caz the cab driver was a lil mental and he kept shouting in the cab, feeling angst about his bankruptcy and having to pay 95bucks daily for the cab. He was telling us that the only time when cab-drivers need not pay the 'rent' is when they get into an accident and asked us if we wanted that. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, Mustafa is like flooded with people, at 12midnight. We bought a calculator that print receipts and checked out some printers. I bought a set of portable speakers. Bought the 29bucks one caz it looked cool and the description was totally misleading about its capablity to act as a DVD player. I'm using it at the shop now and wth, it runs on batteries, and the DVD player thing is a total bullshit. Should have bought the 9.90 one which could at least act as an ipod stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our shopping at Mustafa by buying the same Puma bag. I didn't think much when buying which is totally stupid of me, but the bag is so pretty and I like it even more now caz my laptop fits in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally messy and wordy entry. Whatever, I'll just post up pictures when I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Rachael Yamagata is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm lesbian, it's just her voice that's so sexy and all. Like Cobbie Caliat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1489993322150387503?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1489993322150387503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1489993322150387503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1489993322150387503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1489993322150387503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-like-eating-potato-chips.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8139754157275193952</id><published>2008-03-21T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:16:31.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok that was a retarded post. I just got lazy typing an entry and those words sumed up what's been going on for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou, today is public holiday and I went out with Samantha. But everywhere was flooded with people and the whole shopping mood died on the spot when I arrived at Harbourfront MRT station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8139754157275193952?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8139754157275193952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8139754157275193952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8139754157275193952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8139754157275193952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-that-was-retarded-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-5002082430974050099</id><published>2008-03-21T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:17:04.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5002082430974050099?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5002082430974050099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5002082430974050099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5002082430974050099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5002082430974050099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/oops-you-asked-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-4031132958617916861</id><published>2008-03-20T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:02:09.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Little Things &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colbie Cailat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things, you do to me are&lt;br /&gt;Taking me over, i wanna show ya&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating&lt;br /&gt;My feet are stuck here, against the pavement&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free, i wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;Closer to your eyes, get your attention&lt;br /&gt;Before you pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back up back up take another chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess up mess up I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up wake up this aint just a thing that you&lt;br /&gt;Give up give up don't you say that I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin&lt;br /&gt;If im better off better off, with out you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time, you notice me by&lt;br /&gt;Holdin me closely, and sayin sweet things&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe, that it could be&lt;br /&gt;You speekin your mind and, sayin the real thing&lt;br /&gt;My feet have broke free, and i am leavin&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand here, feelin lonely but&lt;br /&gt;I dont regret it, and i don't think it&lt;br /&gt;Was just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back up back up take another chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess up mess up I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up wake up this aint just a thing that you&lt;br /&gt;Give up give up don't you say that I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin&lt;br /&gt;If im better off better off, with out you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't just leave me hangin on&lt;br /&gt;don't just leave me hangin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4031132958617916861?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4031132958617916861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4031132958617916861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4031132958617916861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4031132958617916861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-things-colbie-cailat-little.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3304266619538946408</id><published>2008-03-18T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:58:59.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. im lazy to blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this bracelet that I like from leather ark. Its actually rather hideous when you look closely, but the colors are soooo pretty! It kinda cramps my style but i like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98egty8IbI/AAAAAAAAAac/hbYAfa1wBPQ/s1600-h/16032008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178891643897258418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98egty8IbI/AAAAAAAAAac/hbYAfa1wBPQ/s320/16032008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98egNy8IaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/awaEdcXx-Dg/s1600-h/16032008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178891635307323810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98egNy8IaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/awaEdcXx-Dg/s320/16032008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work is so boring tt im dressing up whenever i go work. I don't even dress like that when I go out. But maybe I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98gXty8IcI/AAAAAAAAAak/e0EncFQRJGk/s1600-h/16032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178893688301691330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98gXty8IcI/AAAAAAAAAak/e0EncFQRJGk/s320/16032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;k, look at my beautiful shop, with only one salesgirl - me. It bugs me when customers or people I know ask how I can cope alone in the shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only problems I have working alone is the boredom and the holding of my bladder for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3304266619538946408?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3304266619538946408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3304266619538946408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3304266619538946408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3304266619538946408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R98egty8IbI/AAAAAAAAAac/hbYAfa1wBPQ/s72-c/16032008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-2418702750792644054</id><published>2008-03-15T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:46:29.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vhG9y8IYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/p9DqvT0LCZw/s1600-h/yay4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177979706376200578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vhG9y8IYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/p9DqvT0LCZw/s320/yay4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vhHdy8IZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lOAXJZ2rLNk/s1600-h/yay2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177979714966135186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vhHdy8IZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lOAXJZ2rLNk/s320/yay2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vgl9y8IXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/be0OP0crHPQ/s1600-h/yay3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177979139440517490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vgl9y8IXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/be0OP0crHPQ/s320/yay3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vgUty8IWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aC8XcepNHng/s1600-h/yay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177978843087774050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vgUty8IWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aC8XcepNHng/s320/yay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss carmeny and cilla! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2418702750792644054?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2418702750792644054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2418702750792644054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2418702750792644054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2418702750792644054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-carmeny-and-cilla.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R9vhG9y8IYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/p9DqvT0LCZw/s72-c/yay4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-833808811893756850</id><published>2008-03-10T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:40:54.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew how effective and helpful Panadols can be, but it helped with the toothache ALOT so I love Panadols now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this test from beefy's blog. It's quite accurate.&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" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Ying Ying Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-833808811893756850?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/833808811893756850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=833808811893756850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/833808811893756850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/833808811893756850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-knew-how-effective-and-helpful.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-5764588320891113679</id><published>2008-03-09T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:53:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you've noticed,I haven been using this particular word for quite a long time. But I can't help but use it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking wisdom tooth is hurting so much that its causing me to tear. I cant even smile properly. And its fucking ruining my moood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5764588320891113679?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5764588320891113679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5764588320891113679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5764588320891113679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5764588320891113679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-youve-noticedi-haven-been-using-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-5275781134834514471</id><published>2008-03-08T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:46:38.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad handed me two letters from school today. One when I woke up in the mrng and the other when I just reached home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first letter was about my sucessful application to the Specialist Diploma in Digital Flim and TV so I was wondering what the second letter was. Laughed out loud when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dear Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regret to inform you that you have not passed your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;French I /German I /Korean I /&lt;/s&gt;Japanese I&lt;s&gt;/II/III&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; language module assesments, nor have at least 75% attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a result, you will not be entitled to receive a certificate nor CCA points normally awarded to those who register for the foreign language programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yours faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raquel Gochioco (Ms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Section Head In-Charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foreign Language Programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School of Communication, Arts and Social Sciences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I kinda expected to fail, but I never expect them to mail me a letter about it, not give me the CCA points and not offering a re-test or something, which they should. But yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost died on my way home. Was sitting on the upper-deck of bus 9 when there was this incredibly strong stench irritating my nose. Sitting infront of me was an old man raising his left arm and scratching his armpit with glee. Was totally disgusted when he was happy with one side and moved onto the other arm. Turned my head to the right, and there was a granny sitting with one leg crossed over the other, the naked sole of her bare feet proudly pointed in my direction. And to top things up, I had two sweaty soccer boys sitting directly behind me, plus someone on the bus had a box of rojak somewhere on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to eat rojak again, or at least for 3months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to go my mum's side after work but I kinda forgot while I rushed towards my own house's lift. There was a blangah chatting happily with his gf on the phone with loud speakers. The lift came and he let me go in myself since he needed some 'privacy' and he had a bicycle with him. The lift was going up when I rmbered where I was supposed to go to and I quickly got out of the lift at the 6th floor and waited for the other lift to bring me down. Knowing the blangah was still waiting for the lift and I didn't want to embarass myself, I took ouy my hp, pretended I was on a call and dashed out of the lift as if it was an emergency. The blangah grinned at me while the lonely uncles that were playing chess stared at me. I think I made myself more embaressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5275781134834514471?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5275781134834514471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5275781134834514471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5275781134834514471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5275781134834514471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dad-handed-me-two-letters-from.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-6660083232691357738</id><published>2008-03-06T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:48:05.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught another movie yesterday. I think I've watched like 10 over movies just this year already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had loads of fun with nicole. I think we just met the other day for movie and dinner too but yesterday's meet up was just hilarious. Can't rmb what we did and talked about but we just laughed non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Fish &amp; Co (without Jessie) and watched Fool's Gold (without Jasmine). In the end I missed all my last bus from tampines mall and stayed over nicole's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amused by how close Nicole and I are, considering that we were just CCA mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6660083232691357738?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6660083232691357738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6660083232691357738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6660083232691357738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6660083232691357738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/caught-another-movie-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1403652991806189547</id><published>2008-03-04T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:53:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm grateful that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not born handicap.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have parents.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a house to live in.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have good food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have places I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;8. I joined DMC and Oops.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm able to smile and make friends.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm sane.&lt;br /&gt;11. I've not met anyone who are mean enough to want to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have people who I care about and care for me.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was born in a country with compulsary education.&lt;br /&gt;14. I've not contracted any terrible illness or disease.&lt;br /&gt;15. I joined Leather Ark.&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother and I don't quarrel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;17. My father's not abusive, alcoholic or sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;18. I've not ruined my life by commiting crimes (except for littering).&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a computer to use.&lt;br /&gt;20. For whatever things I can't rmb to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a slice of rich chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nicole's sister just greeted me so enthusiastically. I love that kid man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1403652991806189547?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1403652991806189547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1403652991806189547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1403652991806189547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1403652991806189547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-grateful-that-1.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1735436992015864511</id><published>2008-03-03T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:36:52.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kept hitting the delete key when I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things going through my mind these days and today was the worst. Thoughts just kept flashing and flashing in my mind. The problems I had with myself and my life just reappeared again. I realised I've never moved on from those terrible times. It's just that the past year, had became so eventful that they got burried under layers and layers. But just a innocent chat with my bosses today led my mind to unstrip those layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how this entry is lead and end. Everytime I think of something to blog, it doesn't come out exactly the same as it should have been. The contents of my entries are not original, often editted and forgotten deliberately. I'm not sure if its caz those thoughts are so personal that I'm so protective of them or if I'm just trying to hide away the ugliness of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really trying to type out most of what came to mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jean and John was asking me to visit the church with my sister today. They said it was good to have faith in God and it would make yourself feel a whole lot better, blah blah blah. I'm still unwilling, my excuse is that I'm unable to commit and I've not found that faith in God. Growing up from a catholic school, I honestly believe there is a God. Yet, I don't believe in God. Sure, I rmb praying to God for help when I was younger. But I don't know what happened that got me to stop having that belief. Maybe it's caz I haven exactly seen God at work, there's no real thing there for me to believe in. Like Jean said, I'll only have the faith if I asked God to give me a sign or miracle to believe in him.I once prayed "God, if you're really true, pls help me find my watch." I don't know if those silly prayers worked but I've heard many stories from people around me about how life took a better turn when they had something to believe in and I seriously considered joining my sister, espeacially when my family got so screwed up. But I never did and I don't understand why I'm having such a struggle with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking,I'll have the faith if God turn me less weird and more normal. I'll believe and worship if he take away those family problems. But being greedy, I'll ask for more even if he made all my dreams come true. Besides, that sounds more like despicable bribery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, Ying's having that big contradicting theory of hers again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to get wild in my head and I started to recall about my past 17years of living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've always thought that my life would be a great melo-dramatic fanfic if I exaggerate it with an antagonist character and spice it up with some heart-trobbing love affair charming black knight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had been very pleasant throughout my childhood years. It was secondary 1 and 2 when my world was very lonely and cold. I don't dare to rmb much of those two years but it was the around the end of Secondary 2 and start of Secondary 3 when I suddenly changed and became this sociable and smiling girl. I made friends easily, I smiled at everybody and nightmares of the previous year had led me to keep friends as the my most important assets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, on the other hand took a steep plunge into a blackhole after moving house. Dad's problems got more serious and intolerable while Mum and I quarrelled practically everynight over my studies and all. Back then, i was cheerful infront of my friends at school and crying under my blanket at night. That was probably the darkest period of my life. Up til now, Im suprised I'm not suffering from depression despite the couple of times I've thought of seeking for help from a counsellor before I start to do something stupid and end my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once O'levels ended, Mum and I didn't argued as frequently. But Dad's issues got out of hand and she finally moved out of the house. Honestly,life was much easier and light without my mum's constant watch. Also, because I spent most of my time outside, working at Leather Ark. But Dad still couldn't be satisfied with the amount of money he had in his pocket, caused more trouble and started to ask me for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered poly and you all probably know the rest. I thought life was better. But I seriously doubt so now. Sure, life is cool when I'm out and all. But I really miss my mum even though she lives so nearby. Considering how bad my relationship with my mom had been, I'll never admit to her that. Initially, she would call and ask me to go over to her side and visit her because she miss me. But a few months later, she would call only when she wanted me to do something and I'll go over only when she wanted me to get something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a very close relationship with my family members. My sister and I hardly speak to each other and I'm always afraid to pick up my dad's phonecalls, worried that he would be asking me for money.I'm not sure if I've gave up hoping that he would change for the better or if I've simply just got used to it. He cares for us sometimes,but its hard to keep telling yourself that he truely cares and not because he wants a favour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's definetly happier and peaceful now compared to secondary school times. But you can't help but wonder if its really good when you're family is still so screwed up. Im envious of those who share a close relationship with their family and I don't feel comfortable seeing people without friends. Ironically, I'm guilty of causing someone to be 'friendless'. But being a selfish idiot, I never extended any help no matter how sympathetic and guilty i was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up the next mrng feeling better anyway so there was really no need to blog. But typing all these just help me realise that whatever I tell myself is probably a huge lie itself. I always tell myself to think of the positive and negative side of things. I don't know if Im just doing all these to make myself feel better or to make myself seem less ugly. I'm not a completely honest person but I try to be as honest to everybody as I can be. Yet, its getting to me whether I'm even honest to myself. Maybe the honesty that I've been putting on my lips every now and then is a big lie itself and I'm such a good liar that I don't even know it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm digging up all the problems that I've had when I was still in secondary school, realising I've never resolved any of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just can't love my current life and had to go look for something to torture myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself a senseless headache now, ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1735436992015864511?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1735436992015864511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1735436992015864511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1735436992015864511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1735436992015864511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-kept-hitting-delete-key-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-2752048520050056080</id><published>2008-03-03T16:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:05:31.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some singaporeans are so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was trying on the 40% shoes and I was at a corner of the shop packing some things. She needed some assistance and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:94%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*packing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the price??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. It's not as if we're close friends and she want to share with me some dirty secret. Don't she knows how to use the words "Excuse me?". To think she's even an office-class woman. Psst. Makes me feel as if Im an insect and she's like some insecticide. Psst!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm laughing over this conversation I had with my sister the other day. (Btw, she's in Nanyang JC and you should see her in her brown uniform which totally blends in with her skin color. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:94%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I saw your valerie friend in the mrt. I think she was with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be her JC friend la, she's not attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issit, but they were like flirting madly in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:94%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They wouldn't be flirting if they are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like omg, my sister shut me up! And she says it like im so ignorant. It's such a shock that my sister knows better when she doesn't read as much books and watch as much shows as me, not to mention that she has never been interested in any guys, girls, celebrities. Although I rmb she had a boyfriend when she was 5yrs old,she doesn't rmb that thou. Poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, maybe my mum was right to suspect that my sister has more friends than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2752048520050056080?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2752048520050056080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2752048520050056080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2752048520050056080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2752048520050056080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-singaporeans-are-so-rude.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8701779247940116429</id><published>2008-03-03T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:41:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K, I've used my temporary template. Famliliar? It's the same template as my &lt;strong&gt;trampledconfessions&lt;/strong&gt; site. It's like my simplest and favourite blogskin caz I never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had loads to blog today caz I was feeling kinda emo at work, without my laptop adapter and my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tmr then I blog la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8701779247940116429?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8701779247940116429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8701779247940116429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8701779247940116429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8701779247940116429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/03/k-ive-used-my-temporary-template.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3710101979880819316</id><published>2008-03-01T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:22:33.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a new blog template...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k anyway...i forgot what i wanted to blog caz my grandma is like shouting away at my sister for wasting toilet paper. like lol, of all things, toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yesterday before i left the office, i took pictures to keep a memory of this two-day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lklC_E-3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PgRrZn6cyCg/s1600-h/28022008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172776234631101298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lklC_E-3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PgRrZn6cyCg/s320/28022008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the phone with the most irritating and childish ring I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the this was my job on the first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkFC_E-2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/dkSFbHqQyHc/s1600-h/28022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172775684875287394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkFC_E-2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/dkSFbHqQyHc/s320/28022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. take an envelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkEC_E-zI/AAAAAAAAAY0/T-GLSkGtsD4/s1600-h/28022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172775667695418162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkEC_E-zI/AAAAAAAAAY0/T-GLSkGtsD4/s320/28022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. cross out the old address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkEi_E-0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/K5DpKZASeH8/s1600-h/28022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172775676285352770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkEi_E-0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/K5DpKZASeH8/s320/28022008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. position the stupid stamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkEy_E-1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/nPDtaTfRIFI/s1600-h/28022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172775680580320082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkEy_E-1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/nPDtaTfRIFI/s320/28022008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. stamp it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I did while I got sick of doing my job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkli_E-4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/j4rY3C_sODU/s1600-h/28022008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172776243221035906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkli_E-4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/j4rY3C_sODU/s320/28022008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching my neck to watch channel news asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkmS_E-6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/NEt_2xk3_nU/s1600-h/29022008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172776256105937826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkmS_E-6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/NEt_2xk3_nU/s320/29022008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the 2nd day, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkmC_E-5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/XiLAaC53lRE/s1600-h/29022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172776251810970514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R8lkmC_E-5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/XiLAaC53lRE/s320/29022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a laptop to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I seriously have no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3710101979880819316?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3710101979880819316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3710101979880819316' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-5808375595201590301</id><published>2008-02-29T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:30:42.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a laptop for work today! and everyone seems to went for late lunch break so the office is like rather empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is probably the reason why im not dng any work but chatting on msn, blogging and loading my veoh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok finance manager just walked out to go toilet!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veoh videos. IM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE TT IM AT EP 95 ALREADY!!!  WOOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another 40 or more eps to go!! and the leads are still not together YET! damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5808375595201590301?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5808375595201590301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5808375595201590301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5808375595201590301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5808375595201590301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-laptop-for-work-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1886362361748432879</id><published>2008-02-26T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:31:19.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a job! Which I totally hate the second I signed for the job.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok, I'll probably be too busy to update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I like &lt;strong&gt;Park Hae Jin&lt;/strong&gt;! Im so addicted to watching his drama series even though I totally can't stand the storyline. He's like so cute?!? And he totally replaced Minwoo.&lt;br /&gt;Novea says Im no more yingwoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, call me &lt;strong&gt;yingjin&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1886362361748432879?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1886362361748432879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1886362361748432879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1886362361748432879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1886362361748432879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-job-which-i-totally-hate-second.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8533489744626680420</id><published>2008-02-23T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:39:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so im here blogging with my tapao-ed Oyako Don and Apple Juice. But i barely touched 1/4 of my food, Im like picking rice grains and chewing it really slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im so darn bored at work that I had to resort to blogging such random stuff about food. But then, I have no appetite today, which is really weird since I've been indulging myself with loads of food for the past few days. Maybe I'm just crappy caz its the time of the month and I've only slept for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like addicted to the seven princesses drama series and I stay up until 6am to sob over the episodes on youtube. And I didnt complete and email my sushi article only til like 5am this morning? Was feeling really guilty caz I had told Fairuz I would send it to her yesterday. I just read the article again and its so sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yesterday was Samantha Wan's 18th birthday. The poor woman has chicken pox and couldn't go out. So novea and I went all the way to Chua Chu Kang to deliver her presents. Im too tired to elaborate about what happened (read novea's blog.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my food is cold and my sales barely hit $70.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8533489744626680420?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8533489744626680420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8533489744626680420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8533489744626680420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8533489744626680420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-so-im-here-blogging-with-my-tapao-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-7190851294522551310</id><published>2008-02-20T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:13:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, i forgot to mention this. My nails are like black/grey? The top parts which are white to be exact. Caz the cinema was so cold, i kept my fingers in the pockets of my jackets the whole entire day. So i guess the color kinda stained them. They look darn disgusting and the 'ribbons' are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was contemplating if i should like remove the nail polish for the past two days since I have sushi making class tmr and its absolutely bimbotic to go sushi-making classes with manicured fingers. So yeah, since they are black, i shall remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bye my 25-dollars manicure which lasted for two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7190851294522551310?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7190851294522551310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7190851294522551310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7190851294522551310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7190851294522551310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-i-forgot-to-mention-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-6857240481827007799</id><published>2008-02-20T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:03:18.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yooo. haha. Charzzy and I had a movie date today. The last time I watched a movie with her was like years ago I think? I only rmb we watched some horror movie and she pinched and dug her nails into my arms during the scary parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we watched three movies - marathon! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wjyMorqUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/aNwIUJ7o3JI/s1600-h/20022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169045817606777154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wjyMorqUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/aNwIUJ7o3JI/s320/20022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 dresses&lt;/strong&gt; - cute movie. I thought the main guy was ugly in 'Enchanted' but he looks good in this movie. Maybe it was ause of the disgusting tights he wore in that movie. haha. he reminded me of that smallville guy thou. just tat he's like the skinner, taller version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps, I love you&lt;/strong&gt; - dang. this movie got us tearing like 5mins after it started. And everytime when the tears are about to dry up from my face, the scene in the movie gets the eyes welling up in tears again. So, cried throughout the movie but nevetheless love it. Best among the three we watched today. But maybe its caz I got a lil caught up with wipin my tears caz i cant really rmb the movie. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cj 7&lt;/strong&gt; - I think its the worst movie I've ever watched in a cinema. It was so boring and stupid that Char and I kept yawning. But we couldn't fall asleep in the noisy cinema anyway so we just endured watching the movie. There was this scene that made me cry abit and char was like "wth, u're crying.". But she's right, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, anyway carmen left us and went back to Australia yesterday. Beefy and I accompanied her yesterday and then left her to have her family dinner. After that DFFP (plus beefy) went to send her off at terminal 3 and her dad was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. bye carmen, we're already missing you! Char and I kinda feel like postponing our Seoul trip to visit u and cilla first. So you better keep a space for us all in your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wjycorqVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Y1ampGmyqYc/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169045821901744466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wjycorqVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Y1ampGmyqYc/s320/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wj_8orqWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OFVNCnuaUtk/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169046053829978466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wj_8orqWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OFVNCnuaUtk/s320/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wj_8orqXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/1W01k6Uxt0A/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169046053829978482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wj_8orqXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/1W01k6Uxt0A/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wkAsorqYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2UdmQKSZfC8/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169046066714880386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wkAsorqYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2UdmQKSZfC8/s320/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, i wanna write fics again. It's been like what, 8 months since I've wrote a decent one? And watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps, I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; made me realise how pathetic my stories are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6857240481827007799?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6857240481827007799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6857240481827007799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6857240481827007799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6857240481827007799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/yooo.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7wjyMorqUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/aNwIUJ7o3JI/s72-c/20022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4257686519348509029</id><published>2008-02-18T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:30:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. i forgot about my great discovery today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mUDcorqSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7EqRfVKYyhI/s1600-h/wow.GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mWdMorqTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2Ee4IVxrmoU/s1600-h/wow.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168327475736586546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mWdMorqTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2Ee4IVxrmoU/s320/wow.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;number censored for privacy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i found out that i can send an sms using my computer!! so cool right! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4257686519348509029?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4257686519348509029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4257686519348509029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4257686519348509029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4257686519348509029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mWdMorqTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2Ee4IVxrmoU/s72-c/wow.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-7629326617853937171</id><published>2008-02-18T21:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:15:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teddy say i must not be lazy. so i shall blog about my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;date-by-date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;18th Feb'08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with carmeny and beefy to bugis street. I think we were supposed to be shopping but we all ended up at a nail shop. An &lt;strong&gt;uncle&lt;/strong&gt; did manicure for us. So weird. But nvm la, he quite funny. Only carmen and I had our nails done and i feel really uncomfortable with my nails now. its as if my fingers are so fragile. im darn tempted to pluck the designs off. oh yeah, carmen and i got the same design, just tt her base color is pink and mine is the nail color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mIQ8orqPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ATkGjl5Vur8/s1600-h/18022008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168311872120400114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mIQ8orqPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ATkGjl5Vur8/s320/18022008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, its so unlike me. but i tot it was so cute! and this is way better than the uncle's suggestion of painting my nails to look like strawberries! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i finally told kenny that we (DFFP) didnt really liked him when he first dated carmeny. and it was so awkward in carmeny's mother car caz carmeny couldn't seem to keep her hands off her boyfriend infront of us. i would have pointed it out to her but since she's gng back tmr, better let her touch all she can la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i was so happy when carmeny's mum jokingly mentioned to let me stay at their condo and take note of their maid while everyone's away. i replied her honestly that i'ld be glad to and i'll make full use of all their condo facilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHERE'S MY DFFP? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cilla why u never webcam with me one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHERE'S MY DFFP? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;although i dun have webcam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sam=&gt;..My other room is gonna be occupied by carmeny sham tmr!hehe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol i shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sam=&gt;..My other room is gonna be occupied by carmeny sham tmr!hehe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHERE'S MY DFFP? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why u shy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sam=&gt;..My other room is gonna be occupied by carmeny sham tmr!hehe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz i scared u see my moles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sam=&gt;..My other room is gonna be occupied by carmeny sham tmr!hehe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHERE'S MY DFFP? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg lol. im so gonna blog this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, so random. but tt made me miss samcilla alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;17th Feb'08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at eastpoint without my laptop is like gng through the 18 levels of hell. one hour= one level. so techinically, i went through 11 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;16th Feb'08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with zonia, melle and adele! stupid adele wore her school uniform to meet us. Took afew photos with melle's polaroid camera and had seafood like the entire day? I thought it was a little funny how im going out with them considering that they were in the same class for 4 years and i wasnt even in any of their classes then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mLp8orqRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/MrVBZdk1RWM/s1600-h/16022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168315600152013074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mLp8orqRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/MrVBZdk1RWM/s320/16022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melle used a paper flower to exchange for my carnation while zonia gave me an organiser and a really china-ish purse. adele, offered nothing but comments about me being fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mLiMorqQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l4z_0W-OyRU/s1600-h/16022008(008)-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168315467008026882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/R7mLiMorqQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l4z_0W-OyRU/s320/16022008(008)-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zonia, melle, me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;15th Feb'08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On request of dear beefy, we went to ECP to cycled. Total madness, laughter and crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycled from ECP to bedok jetty, to bayshore, then charzzy's house, my house then speeded back to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayshore - we went up and down so many platforms outside the private houses that we couldn't stop laughing and screaming at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charzzy house - the hill before her house was a total killer. we didn't have enough energy so gave up halfway and pushed the bikes instead. Was panting and dehydrated by the time we reached char's place and she kindly offered me a little of her mint baileys. It tasted like chocolate milk and the alcohol wasn't strong enough for me to rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to ECP - we raced back to ECP caz we were already and hour late and unwilling to pay for extra two hours. kept arguing caz beefy thought i was gonna get her lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tt's enough. im like tired of blogging. and my entries are so long and wordy. it feels weird blogging so much too. k, buh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7629326617853937171?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7629326617853937171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7629326617853937171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-8703310205917120120</id><published>2008-02-18T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:07:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay ok my blog is 90percent fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i've fixed it, i'm kinda lazy to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna rush off to meet carmen now so buh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8703310205917120120?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8703310205917120120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8703310205917120120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8703310205917120120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8703310205917120120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-ok-my-blog-is-90percent-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3669238557420723210</id><published>2008-02-09T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:31:13.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. new template. its rather weird. but im kinda too tired to do anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;happy CNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3669238557420723210?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3669238557420723210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3669238557420723210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3669238557420723210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3669238557420723210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-5185232427865202223</id><published>2007-12-25T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:21:08.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's nth to rite, and nth i shd rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no new template to revive my blog with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas. my phone really needs a repair now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5185232427865202223?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5185232427865202223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5185232427865202223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5185232427865202223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5185232427865202223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-like-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8835894091376004931</id><published>2007-10-20T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:07:50.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah. ive been so bad on luck these days that i dont wanna blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8835894091376004931?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8835894091376004931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8835894091376004931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8835894091376004931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8835894091376004931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8604883255716560420</id><published>2007-10-20T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:07:16.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss carmen and cilla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been missing them alot these days. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARMEN AND CILLA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8604883255716560420?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8604883255716560420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8604883255716560420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8604883255716560420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8604883255716560420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-carmen-and-cilla-been-missing_20.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3159113722558883934</id><published>2007-10-20T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:06:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss carmen and cilla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been missing them alot these days. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARMEN AND CILLA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3159113722558883934?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-1104855989526054742</id><published>2007-10-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:33:01.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weird how i start blogging emo about ppl, and then they pop up at my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shd blog emo more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. (ok so it wasnt tt funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,im being such a nerd these days. (actually just today and the day before.)&lt;br /&gt;i cldn't stop reading. on the mrt to sch, during breaks, during classes, on the way home. seriously, why didn;t i join the book club or sumting? i'll probably enjoy it there yannoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading is good for u. just dun get too over with reading that u read while taking the bus which u alight after two really short stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: im officially darn blardy broke.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: i was thinking of starting my own biography. got the idea frm nicole and jessie who were claiming a page or two of their photos in it if i become famous one day and publish my own book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: jessie and nicole finally gave me my bday present after who knows how long. and im telling u, they weren't embarassed with what they give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goong doll, which had their face on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJVRcHueBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o0rbphEpCKo/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116745884741040146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJVRcHueBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o0rbphEpCKo/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJVL8HueAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K_fx1rAjBLA/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116745790251759618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJVL8HueAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K_fx1rAjBLA/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJUnsHud-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/38a3NBdMIXA/s1600-h/Photo-0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116745167481501666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJUnsHud-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/38a3NBdMIXA/s320/Photo-0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfully, they had minwoo's picture on the otherside of the doll. at least there's a 50% chance that i wldnt wake up in the middle of the night, see their face and die frm a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, if i did died in the middle of the night, u noe wad happened rite? Explain it to the police pls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJUwsHud_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/uN_I8nEbyvE/s1600-h/Photo-0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116745322100324338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJUwsHud_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/uN_I8nEbyvE/s320/Photo-0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK LORLA. look at what u laughed at while poor samantha was bleeding and having a painful scar on her back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsk. i feel the pain for u muthusamantha. ill bring plaster for u tmr. i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(damn, this was supposed to be a really short entry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1104855989526054742?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1104855989526054742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1104855989526054742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1104855989526054742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1104855989526054742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-how-i-start-blogging-emo-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RwJVRcHueBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o0rbphEpCKo/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4524624049902562596</id><published>2007-09-30T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:47:28.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size: 1pt&gt;fucking ruined my mood to blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4524624049902562596?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4524624049902562596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4524624049902562596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4524624049902562596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4524624049902562596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-9220512101355062931</id><published>2007-09-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:49:10.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, so im back from work. and i shall hurry up blog before i get lazy again. my mind seems to be my active blog instead, caz i always tink fo wad to type in there but usually never get to type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i've been in the reflection mood/guilty conscious mood lately. (ok, im occasionally like this.) so i was couting earrings in the shop when i randomly started reflecting about myself. I rembered shir smsing me yesterday to go out today, which i cldnt go since i was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah, she's been always asking me out for saturdays but always ask last minute. the last time i saw her was wad? feburary? april? not sure. but anyway, i had this flashback about the time when we were in sec 4 and conversing through my notebook even thou we were seating right next to each other. She wrote tt she had something on her mind awhile back, but i wasn't there so she didn't tell me. to which, i replied that she cld have still told me even i wasn't there by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, she probably wants me there so she can tell me her problems but im still not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i recalled about the conversation with novea about my gems for next semester. I told novea i wanted to take Enterprenuership but then she told me sam had told her i had agreed to take some ettiqutte course some time back. i honestly still dun rmb much of tt, but yeah. count on Ying to go back on her words man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it started, it cldnt stop. I was smsing natalie the other day and telling her not to think about things alone, but instead sms or call me so that she wouldnt think so pessimistic on everything and feel emo. however, now that i think of it, i'll probably get irritated if she really did call me everytime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised that even if she calls, i wun be much help. because, im a really bad listener. i used to be really good in listening to ppl, but somehow i've lost the art of it. im sorry to say this to jaslyn and maybe all my friends, but im not listening more than half the time when u are talking. i always pretends to listen. and its not im thinking on my own or something, im usually spaced out while they are toking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the problem with me is that Im always saying words yet not keeping by them. It sucks, i know. but its gets worse with the fact that i always reflect about myself, try to change a lil but then revert back to normal some day, time or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a really really bad fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then i started to think about my family. yeah. honestly, i don't know what's happening in the family. it's been rather peaceful for the past few days, but im keeping my fingers cross about the whole 'family peace' tingie. they always seem to be a pre-warning about something bad that's gonna happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum called me just now, i was busy reflecting/emo-ing that i used my irritated voice on her. and in a reflection state, i cursed myself mentally for being so rude to my mom. but im always using this tone of voice with her, and then getting angry at myself for doing that. and then i asked myself if i missed my mum or sumting, but i really don't have an answer to it. just yesterday, i was questioning myself if i love my sister (not in the incest way), or family. and i have no concrete answer to it. sure, im concerned about them, i dun hate them. but there's this lack of affectionate (or wadeva u call it) between us that makes me wonder if i love them anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that im occasionally worried and concerned about my frens and family and even to ppl around me whom im not very close with. but i always stop there. i dun do anything much to help and all. i always offer help and i sincerely wants to help, but i always end up not giving any actual help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bottom line of it all is that, im think about myself too much more than i think of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wldnt regret typing such an entry. btw, i don't really know what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mental health, is degrading every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.become the good listener i once was&lt;br /&gt;2.think carefully before i speak incase my words become empty and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;3.stop myself from reflecting and all at the wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;4.Have a healthy lifestyle/diet to boost my mental health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-9220512101355062931?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/9220512101355062931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=9220512101355062931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/9220512101355062931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/9220512101355062931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/09/alright-so-im-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-8775167292800763854</id><published>2007-09-24T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:26:48.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO. first day of semester two today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 8 modules this semester. ontop of that, novea and i took up japanese language class.&lt;br /&gt;we're becoming superwoman with our subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first was Fundamentals of Economics lecture. oh man, the teacher was such a bitch. scolding and all. then she became rather funny and amusing, showing us her stupid dream car and using dialect words. haha, i love her for being a funny bitch. novea and i love her sacastic smile, its her best facial feature. haha, tmr got her lecture at 8am too. at least she doesnt make me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture, was so frigging hungry but got dragged off to do sum oops publicity which i totally had no idea of. Me,sam,novea and lorla were given oops t-shirt and we wore them over. then we went to foodcourt 6 and did sum stupid, humilating poses while fairuz (my OC teacher), william and shawn made numerous failure attempts at taking photos of us. Some DMC senior finally came with a decent camera and took a couple of shots for the 'perfect' shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we gave out lollipops too. but ppl stared at us like we were idiots and we were being ignored. i pressed a lollipop into the hand of a girl queing up for fish beehoon and she was the ONLY one who said thank you to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows how lovely my sch peeps are eh? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we were late for news writing classes because of our extreme hunger and the dragging publicity tingie wich was suppose to have lasted for 10mins only. the teacher was frigging boring. and i tink he tried to made the class laugh but i was already tired and falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising and Public Relations lecture was even worse. it was like FOM last sem, a lecture worth skipping. but the lecturer showed us some really old advertisments. Quite interesting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and novea went sumo house for dinner before heading back to school for our japanese lessons. stopped by at bata and bought a pair of footwear. took the yellow one, novea likes the pink one. k i dunoe how to describe it. but it gave me blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese lessons! oh my, practically 70% of the ppl there were china ppl, and 75% of them were guys. there was a few weird chinese couple and the rest were really weird individuals. There are two TEDDY in my class. one malay and one chinese i tink? i had to share my book with this china girl (or is it malaysian? maybe she's local...) caz she din have hers. she was sitting so far away from me tt i had to move my seat closer to her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher. she's so cute!!! her name is hikoro. her english sucks, she was trying to read the rules from the textbook but her prnounciation was so bad i had to ask novea wad she was saying. she took like half an hour trying to read the attendance list name (she cldnt read most of the china ppl's name and english names.). but she really damn cute, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese is damn difficult, like at least three times harder than korean. i feel so taunted by it. i tink i wasted my money on a language i'll never master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. tt's all. long entry. buh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29848244.post-9019663355699566168</id><published>2007-08-20T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:56:43.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how enthu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a celebration dinner with novea, samantha and flora.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, was suan like mad. am so immune to their suannings.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im fucking tired but i cant sleep with a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go email cilla a long love letter and then go start on my secret gift game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RsmPcOPd_zI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yg3wV8y5p5k/s1600-h/160606thaisanookpresscon9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100765767995883314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RsmPcOPd_zI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yg3wV8y5p5k/s320/160606thaisanookpresscon9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play my song~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-9019663355699566168?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/9019663355699566168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=9019663355699566168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/9019663355699566168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/9019663355699566168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RsmPcOPd_zI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Yg3wV8y5p5k/s72-c/160606thaisanookpresscon9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-771012023353682626</id><published>2007-08-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:45:27.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>august is here.&lt;br /&gt;exams are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, im supposed to be studying since im working for the rest of the days next week, except the day tt im having my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks to be a part time student/worker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-771012023353682626?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/771012023353682626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=771012023353682626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/771012023353682626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/771012023353682626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3015605633723208619</id><published>2007-08-06T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:47:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of my 7hours work tt i got to post it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/poster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/poster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamphlet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/black2copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/black2copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/whitecopy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/whitecopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, its suppose to be two-sided and folded, you got to imagine urself (I had a hard time dng tt myself. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to buy this sexy &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; phone? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3015605633723208619?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-3643265278627783120</id><published>2007-07-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:31:22.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah ok. so my blog's been kinda dead these days. &lt;div&gt;and i have no intentions of reviving it for now because im too busy with school and the many fucked-up projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been procrastinating (did i spell wrongly?) and this is my current schedule for the coming three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;week 15 (this wk actually)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CD individual ppt due on wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;week 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOM grp presentation due on tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DTP individual project due on thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;week 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOM exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ICP exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITB Ms Word test on wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OC individual presentation on thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah how lovely. im considered 'free' this week, but seriously i have to get my FOM and DTP and CD done this week in order to start studying for my FOM and ICP exam which i've been getting really low grades for. not to forget the itb ms word test which grades are much more horrible than FOM and ICP (not tt it's as impt as the other two modules bt yeah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is tertiary education so much harder and time limiting than secondary schoool. now i really feel that life as a secondary sch kid was so much fun and carefree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RqSfIaXwwbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w6OhLEexnAU/s1600-h/6hcv6yv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090368445702259122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RqSfIaXwwbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w6OhLEexnAU/s320/6hcv6yv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello minwoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yah. my health has been really bad recently. im gaining weight, im eating extremely unheathly food and i've been losing sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna be a walking fat zombie soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3643265278627783120?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3643265278627783120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3643265278627783120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3643265278627783120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3643265278627783120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RqSfIaXwwbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w6OhLEexnAU/s72-c/6hcv6yv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-2964162998601856740</id><published>2007-07-11T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:54:28.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is so dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*croak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok. been staying up late for the past nights to chion projects.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish for semester-end holidays to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days, ive been making a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unexpectedly went shopping at central tt day. bought a long sleeve shirt, teeshirt and cap frm this tweety shop. altogether 31 bucks. then i went leather ark, bought the big fashion sling bag at 50% dicount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im guilty for downloading minwoo's third album. turns out the music was leaked to the public 5days before the album release dat. his company very angry and are planning to sue the website to who spread the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RpTvBhtM_AI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WCbNwQHFbzE/s1600-h/minwoocdcoverki2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085952688715004930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RpTvBhtM_AI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WCbNwQHFbzE/s320/minwoocdcoverki2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2964162998601856740?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2964162998601856740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2964162998601856740' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-5816167325275700449</id><published>2007-07-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:35:56.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok school is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a project to submit next week.&lt;br /&gt;then i have a written test (which is part of my individual project tt i haven started) next week.&lt;br /&gt;and then the week after, ive got to complete most of my another major project and submit the report of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next week after then wld be the presentation of my project.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects dued every week. how sucky is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minwoo album is out today! was dying to download it! haha. shall go listen to it now. minwoo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ro5FHRtM-_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/kruD8dpKH8k/s1600-h/203144425506507tjshtuuywe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084077020662266866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ro5FHRtM-_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/kruD8dpKH8k/s320/203144425506507tjshtuuywe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and im not having enough sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5816167325275700449?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5816167325275700449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5816167325275700449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4617556195826611670</id><published>2007-07-05T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:35:33.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school made me feel sick to the gut today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it was the OC presentation for the remaining groups.&lt;br /&gt;Jireh was sick and didn't make it, but he only informed his grp in the mrng right before the presentation when Sam called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grp members were so angry because the teacher said they cldnt present without him. Syawal and Jovis were asking the teacher if they cld kick Jireh out of the whole grp since he didnt contribute much nor attended any of their meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at the resentment from Jovis (who i tink is a very nice girl) and Aqmar (who wasn't even in their OC group). it was then i realised that practically more than half the class were peeved by him. Felt rather sick so sam and I went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they are in the wrong, Jireh's at fault, but im just frightened about how they feel towards Jireh. it's like they were ready to bite his head off or something. and i never in my life experienced such situations. my previous classmates kept their unhappiness to themselves and relief it all by backstabbing. But even that isn't as scary as what happened this mrng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was resolved in a way. but i'm sure there would be more of such episodes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was FOM lecture. Shawn was trying to get Flora to keep the extra notes for the people who didn't attend lecture. We were all so against it caz its so unfair to Flora. we kept passing the notes back to shawn and ask him pass to the guy who was friends with the people who were absent. but in the end, all the passing went back to Shawn. he suddenly got so worked up and threw the worksheets behind him agitatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and then flora was irritated with how Shawn reacted. So, lecture ended on an unpleasent note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i was emo-ing on the way home. i kept thinking how scary it wld be if the class broke up into fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm thinking too much. but this is the first time i got so worried over my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think we only have 23 people. the conflicts seem to be within cliques and outside cliques now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wad if one day Jireh, novea and flora's realtionship turn ugly - where should sam and i stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4617556195826611670?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4617556195826611670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4617556195826611670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4617556195826611670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4617556195826611670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-made-me-feel-sick-to-gut-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1865757576733601690</id><published>2007-07-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:25:43.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i never realised that i have 180 posts. and this is the 181th. which means ive blogged 18o times already. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok i cant rmb much bout the tings i did for the past two days. all i rmb is that i've been typing essays. which is probably why i have nth much to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! today during break, i had this sudden instinct that im in deep shit. and i was so freaking scared. must remind myself all times to stay away from &lt;strong&gt;trouble&lt;/strong&gt;. which i usually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/nolimits.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/nolimits.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i did the red one first,showed novea and she said the background shd be orange brown instead of red so i changed the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/limitations.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/limitations.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i accidently found this effect:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/fttslimits.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15/stucked-alone/fttslimits.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. so cool. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1865757576733601690?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1865757576733601690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1865757576733601690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1865757576733601690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1865757576733601690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-i-never-realised-that-i-have-180.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-434100114764828452</id><published>2007-07-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:14:33.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. what a tiring day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,dragged myself out of the bed today to prepare for school. bag was heavy with clothes, and i had an extra paperbag of clothes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had my OC presentation today. trixia and shawn had a difficult time trying to get my hair to stand even though they used loads of gel,wax,clay and hair spray. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, sin kai saved my hair anyway, really cool la she. then trixia applied eyeliner and all for me. rocker look was completed with shawn's striking red tie and the accesories jas loaned to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. was so embarassed to walk in school looking like that and it didnt help when novea and sam laughed at me. lucky i never meet any sacians like gwenda or zonia! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;priyah's dress was really cool.we took like 15-20mins to use magazine paper to make tt dress. and oh! shawn said sumting really dirty and funny while he was peparing his nerdy outfit. horny guy, ahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokRthtM-wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xfuer43nM4A/s1600-h/Photo-0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613128304065282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokRthtM-wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xfuer43nM4A/s320/Photo-0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me,celest n trixia. (minister of rock,hiphop n retro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTNhtM-6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/V70MwHD91RI/s1600-h/Photo-0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614777571507106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTNhtM-6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/V70MwHD91RI/s320/Photo-0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokS_xtM-4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/yRKSLSuiKQ0/s1600-h/Photo-0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614541348305794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokS_xtM-4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/yRKSLSuiKQ0/s320/Photo-0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSZxtM-yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8vZrE7fBuis/s1600-h/Photo-0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613888513276706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSZxtM-yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8vZrE7fBuis/s320/Photo-0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokR9xtM-xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3H1T4hfmPtY/s1600-h/Photo-0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613407476939538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokR9xtM-xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3H1T4hfmPtY/s320/Photo-0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, me and celest cldnt stop cam-whoring under the table after the presentation ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTHRtM-5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/9HmStF0saz8/s1600-h/Photo-0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614670197324690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTHRtM-5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/9HmStF0saz8/s320/Photo-0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; miss retro with miss future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSlxtM-0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/yy21kKiaiKU/s1600-h/Photo-0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614094671706946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSlxtM-0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/yy21kKiaiKU/s320/Photo-0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rock and the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokS5RtM-3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/t5TSbILYoV8/s1600-h/Photo-0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614429679156082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokS5RtM-3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/t5TSbILYoV8/s320/Photo-0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss hiphop and mr nerd was trying to catch attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSzBtM-2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/N0yEfhOYqts/s1600-h/Photo-0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614322304973666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSzBtM-2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/N0yEfhOYqts/s320/Photo-0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSsRtM-1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ug6hQQVFEEQ/s1600-h/Photo-0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614206340856658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokSsRtM-1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ug6hQQVFEEQ/s320/Photo-0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minister of hair! (i lazy rotate pics.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah. after that, went to bugis awhile and then head off for miss carmen sham's house. went swimming then suana then back to swimming. my ams ache like mad now la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dinner at her house too. me and char din dare to eat caz the meal was too sumptous. so we kept eating the veges and our rice which was the nearest to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTUhtM-7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/rtVtc9EyN6s/s1600-h/Photo-0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614897830591410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTUhtM-7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/rtVtc9EyN6s/s320/Photo-0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like her comfy sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTaBtM-8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ufdBzEbKgVo/s1600-h/Photo-0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614992319871938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTaBtM-8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ufdBzEbKgVo/s320/Photo-0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody miss her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTkhtM--I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iowqEblX-0Y/s1600-h/Photo-0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082615172708498402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTkhtM--I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iowqEblX-0Y/s320/Photo-0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTgRtM-9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ijqfA6mViU8/s1600-h/Photo-0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082615099694054354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokTgRtM-9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ijqfA6mViU8/s320/Photo-0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sexy legs of Mr Sunny Sham! like girls legs sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-434100114764828452?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/434100114764828452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=434100114764828452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/434100114764828452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/434100114764828452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RokRthtM-wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xfuer43nM4A/s72-c/Photo-0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-5871201740724770110</id><published>2007-06-29T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:07:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna be a rock star~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today's MS Excel test sucked. i totally left the last one and a half page blank. the other 2 and a half page wasn't done rightly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to eat miso crunch with novea after the test and her project meeting. miso crunch is damn awful, blah. novea didnt feel ful after eating it so we went macs. she got herself a double cheeseburger and treat me to Macflurry icecream. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my mom on the way home. got dragged to the library with her. she wanted to return and borrow some chinese novels. borrowed two books myself to read. then we went to NTUC. i bought coconuts! caz im reminded of the chinatown coconut juice that rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to uncle's place to get the guitar. i wanna learn! ahaha. oh man, its so old. my mother had it when she was young. but it doesnt look tt bad lah. tried playing it but realised i have no idea how to. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im tired. shall go and read my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RoTLnRtM-vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tJtfFfeo9do/s1600-h/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081410155209095922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RoTLnRtM-vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tJtfFfeo9do/s320/ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made this when i was bored yesterday! but what the hell, u cant really see the patterns on the white background caz its too light. blah. i wanna have a secret with minwoo too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5871201740724770110?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5871201740724770110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5871201740724770110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5871201740724770110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5871201740724770110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wanna-be-rock-star-ok-todays-ms-excel.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RoTLnRtM-vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tJtfFfeo9do/s72-c/ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-2768370349805179328</id><published>2007-06-28T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:59:54.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my itunes played this song today.  brought back loads of sec 4 memories. the times when we went to the back of the classsroom and sing our acapella. when we fool around, recording our singing. back then, i amde a tag for everyone, the manager and the boa. haha. it was pure fun those days. and i feel lke gng back to SACSS and that classroom, to reminise the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmen's coming back this saturday. we shd be making new memories, but it seems like the first few memories are the most memorable. getting into trouble, irritaiting and laughing at people. hanging out at char's place, making her cook for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, it wasnt secondary school that made me feel that poly school sucks. because my secondary life wasnt tt pleasant throughtout. it was just during the end of my sec 3 yrs and all they way through my sec 4 years, i had DFFP there. and they made the world seem more youthful and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though im happy with novea, samantha and jireh or even the random gossiping with shawn, DFFP is still the reason why school seems boring. if only DFFP were in the same school and same class again. but ironically, all of us is seperated. it sucks, especially when i have these sudden recollection of the pasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFFP saranghae! &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jigumchorom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busojin naui jagun gasumuro&lt;br /&gt;ijenun ne modun gosul marhal su isso&lt;br /&gt;sarange shijagul nege garuchyojun&lt;br /&gt;guderul dashi bonego shiphjin anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hancham nege mojilgedo guldon&lt;br /&gt;negen nomuna gu dajonghedon ibyore mal&lt;br /&gt;ijen nado byonhesso gude obnun ginagin meirul&lt;br /&gt;huhoe obshi salsu issulka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girodon naui banghwange kuthul ijeya alge dwesso&lt;br /&gt;(nega jun) gijog gathun sarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigumchoromman then I will never cry&lt;br /&gt;to onjekaji ne mamsoge nega salsu ige&lt;br /&gt;gochin sesang gu aneso uri kuthil sunun obso&lt;br /&gt;I know that we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gude bal dahnun soge odirado nega hangsang soissul goeyo&lt;br /&gt;manhun naldul nama ibyorun ajig irungol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigumchoromman then I will never cry&lt;br /&gt;to onjekaji ne mamsoge nega salsu ige&lt;br /&gt;gochin sesang gu aneso uri kuthil sunun obso&lt;br /&gt;ibyorun negen ajig irungol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigumchoromman then I will never cry&lt;br /&gt;to onjekaji ne mamsoge nega salsu ige&lt;br /&gt;gochin sesang gu aneso uri kuthil sunun obso&lt;br /&gt;I know that we're meant to be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2768370349805179328?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2768370349805179328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2768370349805179328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2768370349805179328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2768370349805179328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-itunes-played-this-song-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3985843821357633839</id><published>2007-06-25T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:38:01.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM BACK! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;miss me? *yes!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah im being lame here. had my first poly exam today! sucked like hell caz i din had time to study. shall blog about my past few days, which i spent at leather ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; went to ktv partyworld with jessie and nicole. wanted to go take kbox lunch at marina square at first de, but Ms Lim was late.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the orchard partyworld since she had some voucher. went to visit michelle at parkway and she reminded me i have work the next day. i was like 'wtf?' since i totally forgotten about it and was planning to use my thursday to study for my ICP test.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,din get to use the voucher in the end but yeah. went to Square 2 for a while after tt. just walked one round then went to eat at ichiban boshi before nicole rush off for tuition and jessie got last minute work to go to. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; went work. brought my textbook along. managed to rite notes for the first chapter. got scared by the boy next door since he stood infront of me without a sound and waited for me to notice him (which i wouldnt, if not for the sound of his fingers tapping on the table). got a shock and gasp-ed super loud. i dun tink i ever gasp-ed this loudly before. anyway, i got freaking scared by him for another two times. but the two times were worst caz i screamed. yeah, this is the first time i realised how scary ppl can be.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was so embarassed that i screamed. lucky got no customers during those times. he's like some ghost to me lah. went home, was fucking tired but managed to read abit of chapter 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday: &lt;/strong&gt;went to town to do project. woke Ms Char Siew up to get the mandom shop address since i cldnt find it at wheelock place. sorry and thanks char! =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, turned out, the mandom place is not a shop, but an office. great. novea, sam and i were hesitating to go in. went in anyway and told them we were poly students doing a project on gatsby moving rubber. the lady there told us the woman incharge of that product wasn't in so she ask us to email tt person whatever we wanna ask.&lt;br /&gt;went to lido then to discuss our project. ate yoshinoya's kimchi beef at takashimaya. not bad. then went to watsons to ask about their branches and stuff. they say cannot give us info about the outlets unless we get the approval from the headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;jireh and i planned a lil about how to tear the gatsby paper and use as appendix for project. he wasn't needed in the end since i tore the ting myself and walked out of watsons. flora wasnt really pleased about my 'stealing' but its cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after project meeting ended, rushed down to Eastpoint leather ark caz they were doing new stock and needed extra help. ended work like half an hour later! OT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday: &lt;/strong&gt;afternoon shift, with cilla babe! my fringe poked my eye and it became red so i borrowed a clip from cilla. but the clip was like freaking big and SHINY!! looked so china student with the clip but heck care lah. sheena cldnt stop laughing at it. talked alot with cilla and she told sheena my 'indian' name, so i told sheena about her sweaty palms! haha. cilla's parents drove me home after work. OT again, by 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; full shift at leather ark. managed to study my chapter 6 in the mrng before michelle came. we were lazy ppl tt day but there were so many freaking customers.&lt;br /&gt;and like some kind of trick, alot of customers come in at the same time when michelle step out to shop at mango or go toilet. it sucks caz whenever i left the shop to buy food or wadeva, there wldnt be any customers at all during the time im not in.&lt;br /&gt;lost a freaking 219 dollars leather haversack while michelle was at mango. like wth. me and michelle calculated how much we might have to pay for losing that bag. 70 dollars at least. damn shit. gahhh. anyway, was so messed up i cldnt calculate the sales of the day properly. recount so many times just to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, OT again. and then i realised cash box got extra 10 dollars?! recount all the money and all, michelle help me count too. but yeah, got extra 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i forgot to give customer 10 dollars or if i forgot to take my own money when i exchange money with the cash box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt; oh yes. today is monday! my test was shit even though the questions were rather straight forward. because i rmb the answer but i forgot the defination of the answers and my examples were abit weird/incorrect. but shd be can pass (and ya noe whenever i tink that way, i either fail or get super low marks).&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok. anyway, was informed by novea that while i was at work, she and samantha were busily collecting information.&lt;br /&gt;and oh man, my class got some super duper physco dude. he's the one i super duper dislike/cannot tahan/hate/all-the-bad-words guy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was laughing at how physco he is, which made me feel that im physco too since im laughing and all. novea agreed that im sick in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so hello, to the new found side of me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tt sounds sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rn-K5WqM0xI/AAAAAAAAAUc/C828gUCh070/s1600-h/060627003323744zv9.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079931622636966674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rn-K5WqM0xI/AAAAAAAAAUc/C828gUCh070/s320/060627003323744zv9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah im re-using the minwoo photos i have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3985843821357633839?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3985843821357633839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3985843821357633839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3985843821357633839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3985843821357633839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-blog-im-back-d-miss-me-yes-yeah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rn-K5WqM0xI/AAAAAAAAAUc/C828gUCh070/s72-c/060627003323744zv9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-340569210841001849</id><published>2007-06-15T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:53:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry if i hadnt been blogging these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday is sickeningly boring. and im getting ultra lazy these days.&lt;br /&gt;all i feel like dng is eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a drag. projects and whatsoever related to studying is not making me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really should stop eating. the amount of food i eat when having nothing to do is jaw-dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a fanfic. my fave author's new fic,collaboration with another fabulous author. and blah, i feel like my english is kindergarden standard. their english makes me feel ashame of myself. i shd really do something about my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oral presentation is soon, so i better do something about it soon. recently, i get so random, thinking that i'll fail my or do badly for my modules. i so do not wanna forward my modules (espeacially CD and ITB which if i hadn't mention sucks and are a big waste of time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. jaslyn and geraldine has been hurting my soul these days. calling me a ball and using whatever terms to indirectly tell me i'm fat. they even laughed at the opening paragraph of my 'fat dream' essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im missing alot of ppl now. nicole,jessie. char, teddy, samcilla, carmen, jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i tink im emo again. GAHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-340569210841001849?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/340569210841001849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=340569210841001849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/340569210841001849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/340569210841001849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-if-i-hadnt-been-blogging-these.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3398860572176166833</id><published>2007-06-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:43:56.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i tink i never revealed that DFFP gave me for presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they gave me two topshop boxers. and a heart shaped necklace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaha. thank you teddy, cilla and charzzy!&lt;br /&gt;anyway.today met jasmine in the afternoon for lunch and to pass each other tings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate korean food with her at Century Square. like dunnoe how many months never go there le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yah ok. met my sister at raffles city after that caz my mum gave us Robinsons voucher. damn. there's practically nth there for us to buy. but i bought a swim suit in the end. and it took me ages to get into a changing room and try the swim suit. but what the hell. the changing room is like the BIGGEST i ever seen! and its mirror-ed EVERYWHERE. and there were two red mini couch in there! so cool! no wonder the people in front took so long to try on their clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. my sis wanted to go suntec to see her sports shoe. and my damned m(phosis scandals broke! right in the middle of suntec city summore! so embarassing! i had to dragged my scandals here and there lah! and i cldnt even find a decent pair of footwear to buy! went to royal sporting house and bought a cheap, old pair of reebok slippers. it sucks. caz i realised i cldnt walk properly in it. was damn irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok nth to blog le. and im watching daniel wu on channel U. HE'S DAMN HOT!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RmwN6GqM0wI/AAAAAAAAAUU/26_hNA8uDTU/s1600-h/040ro5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074446172010894082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RmwN6GqM0wI/AAAAAAAAAUU/26_hNA8uDTU/s320/040ro5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3398860572176166833?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3398860572176166833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3398860572176166833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3398860572176166833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3398860572176166833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RmwN6GqM0wI/AAAAAAAAAUU/26_hNA8uDTU/s72-c/040ro5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4665774721875992307</id><published>2007-06-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:48:13.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give u my heart~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang tt to novea today and she walked away. sang it to sam and she turned her head away. sang to flora and she gave me a scared look. sang to jireh and he was like "lai lai~!" which freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my tagboard.novea broke my heart.she rejected me. ahaha.she frightened me.&lt;br /&gt;(no novea. i still love u for being my gossipy fren. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaaha.i got so hurt badly today. met adele and melle for dinner at vivo. jaslyn met us for a while before meeting geraldine. met babara and phoebe. went to make a teddy bear with her! so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had our dinner at this seafood place.omg. the malay waiter was so cute. me and melle cldnt stop ogling at him. and adele cldnt stand us. the bill came. &lt;strong&gt;$89.90 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the shock of our life.so expensive! turned out they miscalculated. the bill was supposed to be&lt;strong&gt; $55.10&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. was hurt becaz adele called me a ball. melle laughed at me for being short.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok. melle's china doll and adele is triple &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; (Black Botak Baboon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im tired to blog about the whole day. my laptop seem to be a lil cranky because of Jireh and my handphone is like dying. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE PROJECTS. but i must start being serious about them. honestly. my studies is bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.im toking too much.really i tink im toking too much. i shd learn to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE CHEER UP! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4665774721875992307?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4665774721875992307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4665774721875992307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4665774721875992307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4665774721875992307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-5275944927934208125</id><published>2007-06-05T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:46:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;志明与春娇&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;志明真正不知要安&lt;br /&gt;怎为什么爱人不愿阁再相偎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春娇已经早就无在听&lt;br /&gt;讲这多其实拢总拢无卡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抓走到淡水的海岸&lt;br /&gt;两个人的爱情&lt;br /&gt;已经无人看&lt;br /&gt;已经无人听 啊啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟你最好就到这&lt;br /&gt;你对我已经没感觉&lt;br /&gt;到这冻止你也免爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟你最好就到这&lt;br /&gt;你对我已经没感觉&lt;br /&gt;麦阁伤心&lt;br /&gt;麦阁我这爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你没爱我志明心情真正&lt;br /&gt;有影寒风这大&lt;br /&gt;你也真拢没心肝&lt;br /&gt;春娇你哪无要和我播这出电影&lt;br /&gt;咱就走到这位准抵煞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RmRBvSoDRXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lKhwH6a-PhY/s1600-h/Mshopping03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072251361035502962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RmRBvSoDRXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lKhwH6a-PhY/s320/Mshopping03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5275944927934208125?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5275944927934208125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5275944927934208125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5275944927934208125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5275944927934208125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RmRBvSoDRXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lKhwH6a-PhY/s72-c/Mshopping03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-2628501772600888829</id><published>2007-06-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:30:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK FRM MAYDAY CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th concert was 3 hrs! and i din even realised. tot it was only 10.30 when it ended. then i really didnt understand why everyone was rushing home and all. sarah moi and nicole then told me it was 11.30pm? so everyone was rushing for the last train/bus. my ah ma cldnt stop calling me every 5 mins to ask if i was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the seats Sarah got was not bad. it was Block B!! Block A is the most front de. So ours she be like the second most ex? but it was still far frm AH SHIN. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt enjoy the concert at first, caz we didnt have light sticks and the ppl sitting our section were ppl who got complimentary tickets. so most of them were aunties and uncles or ppl who are not interested. nicole saw someone playing handphone games during the concert. i saw sum uncle yawning and two guys taking out their mp3s to listen. TSK. the rest of the concert area was filled with ppl. and they were all so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sarah went out to buy light sticks. caz we felt awkward without shaking them. ahah. my stupid camera batt died on me b4 i took any pictures. but lucky still got sarah's cam. same cam model as carmen summore. ahaha. we got irritated we left our seats to stand at this pathway next to our seats. then slowly, we moved further infront..nearer to the HIGH section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN MY FAVE SONG FRM THE LATEST ALBUM CAME ON. XIANG SHUI!!!! it was the first song that really got us all high. cldnt stop jumping and screaming. then lian ai-ing came on. even more high! we kept shouting L-O-V-E. sommere do actions! and we were like at the front of the Block B section! nearest we cld go.but still far from my AH SHIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. highlight of the concert. MA SHA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He did a solo perf! he was playing a white keyboard (substitute for piano) and he started getting emo. then he sang the english old song 'yellow'. everyone was like melting under his singing lah. arrrhh masha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept screaming for shi tou during the concert. scream on behalf of Ms Char Siew. ahaha. i realised i screamed all the members name before except yan ming (drummer). caz he cldnt move arnd the stage and i cldnt see him. poor thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. concert ended damn well. 3 hours.wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day. i can only think that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shinhwa concert was better.&lt;br /&gt;-but mayday is damn good.&lt;br /&gt;-their songs rocks.&lt;br /&gt;-ppl who aren't high in concerts shd never even come for it.&lt;br /&gt;-they make it diff for other ppl to high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH MY GOD. I SAW MICHELLE TAN AT THE CONCERT. RMB HER? THE USED-TO-BE-CUTE-BUTCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SHIN!!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry minwoo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2628501772600888829?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2628501772600888829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2628501772600888829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2628501772600888829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2628501772600888829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-frm-mayday-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-6740304377221436264</id><published>2007-05-28T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:00:55.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F-R-I-E-N-D-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs. i wonder if i take them for granted or if they take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GLAD I STILL HAVE DFFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY DFFP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEDDY. CHAR. CILLA. CARMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th June is arriving. Holidays are coming. DFFP outing! PLUS BEEFFFYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: thanks teddy! we will be called SCY in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6740304377221436264?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6740304377221436264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6740304377221436264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6740304377221436264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6740304377221436264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/f-r-i-e-n-d-s-blahs.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-1554400544152944165</id><published>2007-05-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:26:12.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would have appreciated if you had at least sent me an sms, telling me you weren't coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems as if you are too caught up with your new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the ppl whom i used to be close with seems to be dissapointing me these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1554400544152944165?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1554400544152944165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1554400544152944165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1554400544152944165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1554400544152944165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-would-have-appreciated-if-you-had-at.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-708331598531553143</id><published>2007-05-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:31:07.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From : George Teo Keng Ann &lt;georgeteo@sp.edu.sg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent : Friday, May 25, 2007 8:20 AM&lt;br /&gt;To : "soh yingying" &lt;stupidcorpse@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject : Re: E-learning.. no problem.. as i always know you r a good kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Teo&lt;br /&gt;6870 4828&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-708331598531553143?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/708331598531553143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=708331598531553143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/708331598531553143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/708331598531553143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-george-teo-keng-ann-sent-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-7507414646767658014</id><published>2007-05-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:21:00.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hi yingying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;got your report, i think you are a good student so it will be very nice if you can start a mail with dear sir, or dear Mr Teo, i think it is a good reflection of a good student and you are one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;George Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6870 4828 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i burst out laughing when i read tt email. Apparently, i emailed my FOM teacher my e-learning homework with nothing but just an attachment file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i never knew i had to be polite about such things. my other teachers certainly never mentioned about such things. but he said i'm a good student! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so as a good student, i decided to reply him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear Mr George Teo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am very sorry about the 'untitled' email!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;will take note of it next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ying Ying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, what a normal school life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: THANKS FOR THE COOKIES CHAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7507414646767658014?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7507414646767658014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7507414646767658014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7507414646767658014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7507414646767658014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-7722629658121371590</id><published>2007-05-23T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:51:10.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only just realised the link of minwoo's new company's website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mrising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrising.co.kr/"&gt;http://www.mrising.co.kr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hyeryoung and Lug are his current artists! no wonder he acted in Hyeryoung's mv! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they looking for ppl to audition...CILLA GO! GO! GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im seriously wondering if shinhwa's gng to the military. their 9th album is postponed to December.So they gng into the army like next yr lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! and Minwoo's album is coming out in June! That is, if they dun push it back again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's gonna hold a freaking concert in China on June 23th. Blahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only finished ONE of my homework. I better stop all the anime watching and do my homework. Project sucks, i hope I dun need to forward any modules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE FOM. And i need FORMAL OFFICE CLOTHES. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RlQ4dyoDRWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YxsPjAbKtfw/s1600-h/2000166477144836543_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067737565155771746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RlQ4dyoDRWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YxsPjAbKtfw/s320/2000166477144836543_rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for that ugly pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7722629658121371590?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7722629658121371590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7722629658121371590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7722629658121371590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7722629658121371590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/ooh-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RlQ4dyoDRWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YxsPjAbKtfw/s72-c/2000166477144836543_rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-8772256092037581923</id><published>2007-05-22T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:04:52.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised why i always forget my livejournal password.&lt;br /&gt;because its not in alphabets. u have to have alphabets and numbers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. so up till now, ive resetted the password so many times tt i got irritated and cant read beefy's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry beefy! (mentioning bout it now caz i wanted to read just now and cldnt log in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me blog about yesteday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meetjessie in the mrng and go chinatown caz she need to do some stupid web deisgn project on chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she was freaking still in JB so i had to wait for her till late afternoon to reach singapore and set off for chinatown. tot of doin my e-learning homework while waiting but i cldnt concentrate. and the homework is so freaking hard. gave up riting my movie review halfway caz it sucked and went to watch anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie finally reached my house around 4.15pm? And we took a bus 2 to Clark Quay (caz i needed to help Jasmine buy a belt from my shop.)Ate Chippy's fried curry chicken and fried mars bar. Sweet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Chinatown after that, snapped pictures like tourists. I was reminded of the shinhwa tour... lol. Settled down at People's Park hawker centre to eat the delicious yong tau foo and carrot cake Gladys,Nicole and I went 5-6 months back.Realised we bought from the wrong yong tau foo store. And Jessie bought white carrot cake and sugarcane juice. Told her I didnt like both and she was shocked. I still ate the carrot cake thou. And I bought lemon tea for myself. It tasted more like lemonade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around a little, took more pictures. i tink ppl were staring? haha. then we saw some batik handbags. $19.90! so cute and cheap! but didnt buy caz i dun tink ill ever use it.Arrived at some trishaw place where tourists can have a tour in that trishaw? We were standing at the booth looking at their price rates when a tour guide came in and waved to me? Then he was waving like I was some kind of tourists and i heard him tell another guy 'korean.' so i acted like i was really a tourists and bowed my head. LOL. jessie was wondering why i was so enthu in waving back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so thirsty I wanted to drink coconut juice, so we went on a search for coconut juice! There was this store at the traditional food lane(?)It was next to this german sausage store. Jessie bought a sausage and i bought the coconut juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i tink its the best coconut juice i ever drank. there was so much juice and it was so refreshing. u know how coconuts are so small, and there always dun seem to be enough for one person to drink?I shared with Jessie, and there was plenty to drink! Then I realised the uncle only cut a small hole on the coconut so i cant eat the meat inside. went back to the uncle and ask him cut open for me. then he smile and asked if i finished drinking the juice inside. i was like "OHH.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jessie quickly drank up the rest of the juice (alot!!) and passed it to the uncle. he cut so fast and so neat! and we were so shocked to find the meat inside so super thick!!! Jessie was like "This type of coconut with nice juice, the meat sure very hard de." BUT SHE WAS SO WRONG. the meat was soft!! aish. so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i cldnt stop thinking how heavenly tt coconut was. We ate our sausage and coconut while walking to the dessert store Jessie loved. They were like closing? But they said we cld go in and eat. She ordered Peanut paste and I ordered some mango,sago with pomelo thingie. i dun like peanut paste..infact i dun like those paste paste stuff. The mango tingie was not bad thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! we accidently walked to scarlett hotel! I was telling Jessie where Char and I was standing and whatever that happened around the hotel while waiting for Eric to pop his head out of the window (which he didnt). Then she led us to this sheltered path, it was so dark and freaky so we hold hands and walk together. then we started to walk faster and faster, and we were like clutching each others' hand so tightly until we came to LIGHT. Lol. realised tt pathwalk was called 'Ann Siang Street Hill'. Even the name sounds freaky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked and talked all the way from chinatown to raffles mrt. on the way, this little indian girl suddenly run out from her behind her mother towards us! I got a shock so I squeezed Jessie's arm and she screamed. Then tt family laughed at us. But me and Jessie laughed at ourselves the most. We literally stood at the side and laughed for like a minute and a half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat down at the riverside there for a while caz we were tired. I wanted some coffebean drink so we walked through the street of FOOD. so many ang mohs! and the waitress there were like trying to get us to buy food. then they kept asking if we are local or foreigners. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and drink our drink, then walked back to clark quay and took a mrt. Met my collegue at the mrt! toked a little to her then we went the other side of the train to talk among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN INTERESTING &lt;s&gt;CHINATOWN&lt;/s&gt; FOOD TOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RlJduyoDRVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ollXkrrSTNk/s1600-h/sbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067215589190354258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RlJduyoDRVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ollXkrrSTNk/s320/sbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8772256092037581923?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8772256092037581923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8772256092037581923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8772256092037581923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8772256092037581923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realised-why-i-always-forget-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RlJduyoDRVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ollXkrrSTNk/s72-c/sbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-7043551918244500316</id><published>2007-05-19T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:41:56.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECK OUT THE NEW TEMPLATE YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah must credit geraldine. caz she was playing around with photoshop at my house yesterday.'taught' her how to start using it and making a template. she got so fascinated by the brushes she made this template for me.but i helped touched up the template and all.ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lazy blog bout my work. so yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK IS E-LEARNING WEEK. no school! but got loads of project. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rk8apCoDRUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vtxp65vu8LU/s1600-h/mfcontestvideoka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rk8apCoDRUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vtxp65vu8LU/s320/mfcontestvideoka1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066297398196913474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7043551918244500316?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7043551918244500316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7043551918244500316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7043551918244500316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7043551918244500316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/check-out-new-template-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rk8apCoDRUI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vtxp65vu8LU/s72-c/mfcontestvideoka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-3188584236223038620</id><published>2007-05-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:54:07.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey. &lt;br /&gt;so it's been 5 days since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. this blog is so dyingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, did i mention im doing CIP every wednesday now? Its for some primary school childcare. And two primary 4 kids kept arguing with each other.i was like sitting in between there, squashed like a meat patter (they are the burger breads). and then i turned my head towards the wall and read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to control your anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a deep breathe and hold it. Count to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell yourself "I must calm down." , "I should not be angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell the person nicely....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cldnt read the rest because i tot it was rather funny and started giggling to myself.apparently, they did not notice. at one point of time, i was so irritated, i mouthed 'fuck'to the back of the primary 4 boy's head and i tink some parent volunteer saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. I CANT RMB IF I MENTIONED THIS IS MY PREVIOUS ENTRIES....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LAPTOP HAS A FUCKING BIG CRACK. alright, so maybe its not BIG, but its BIG enough to break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. and im so into rock songs now.And im interested in SEX PISTOLS.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.Beefy asked me what it was and i tink she suspected it to be somthing dirty.&lt;br /&gt;its a PUNK ROCK BAND, like one of the first punk rock bands. they came out around 1976 i tink? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i got interested when i first started researching for my OC project(was supposed to find about rock hairstyles). anyway, i was interested because Sid Vicious (member of Sex Pistols) reminded me of NANA, the manga/movie i used to go crazy over. And then there was this movie, "Sid and Nancy", some movie about his life which was ruined by sex and drugs i tink. OH. and then i found out that Vivenne Westwood used to design their accessories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIENE WESTWOOD. so cool. oh yah,i rmb i liked Ren from NANA who was drawn to look like Sid Vicious. So hot. lol. i went back to watch NANA anime yesterday night. Chiong-ed like 18 episodes of it. watched till 3.30am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which explains why i refused to get out of my bed at 8am for school today. I woke up at 9am, could have rushed for tutorials and be late for maybe 45-60 mins? BUT, i chose to go online and search for NANA 2 movie. cldnt find it, so  went to find the manga scanlations instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know im obsessed. listened to NANA Ost (anime and movie)all the way to school. they were rock songs.Went to my IT lesson, my classmates were late so i became Emo and went to sleep. my teacher was irritating me so i blasted my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during lessons, me and samantha was watching "Raising Helen.". Cldnt stop laughing, everyone (except my stupid teacher) knew we were watching a movie lah. And we didn't even realised that Shawn, William and Kevin announced to join our grp for ITB project. Me and Samantha were like so clueless and Novea wanted to vomit blood. For your info, no one in our group except Novea has the decency to pay attention in ITB. I think we can see a 'FAIL' coming out way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;PROMISE U&lt;/s&gt; WILL TRY TO PAY ATTENTION NEXT LESSON NOVEA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.this is such a boring entry. i wanna watch nana...*cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3188584236223038620?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3188584236223038620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3188584236223038620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3188584236223038620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3188584236223038620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-4905838315071880666</id><published>2007-05-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:56:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did this house test tt was posted on samcilla's blog!&lt;br /&gt;quite cool ar. but i tink the results abit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house! :&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=508011&amp;houseHash=21824549b38992a7bd91e4c48347d8e7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/2007/5/11/508011_t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://drawahouse.com/houses/2007/5/11/508011_t.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. &lt;strong&gt;If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. &lt;/strong&gt;You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, quite accurate..except the bold parts. ok the bold parts might be true too.i dunoe enough bout myself. ahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4905838315071880666?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4905838315071880666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4905838315071880666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4905838315071880666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4905838315071880666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-did-this-house-test-tt-was-posted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-4451043299523283508</id><published>2007-05-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:33:29.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been on this movie mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;photoshop lessons were cancelled yesterday. =(&lt;br /&gt;i skipped lecture again and went to nicole's house.&lt;br /&gt;was eating her mom's chocolate bday cake. it was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;ate her roti prata too. man, was so indulged in the food when her parents came home and saw me with all the food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how embarassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the movie topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched spiderman 3 with nicole and jessie at Overseas Princess after that. (cheap wad!!)lol. came home, went for a walk. then me and my sister rented 'what a girl wants' from the video shop downstairs. ate pocky and drank pepsi while watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just rented '40days and 40 nights'. shall go watch now with my sis. we have some oreo cake today as a treat. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RkRwk2b9XiI/AAAAAAAAATs/h2rRud6XX8I/s1600-h/200704251731087470yc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RkRwk2b9XiI/AAAAAAAAATs/h2rRud6XX8I/s320/200704251731087470yc9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063295659461664290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4451043299523283508?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4451043299523283508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4451043299523283508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4451043299523283508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4451043299523283508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/been-on-this-movie-mood-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RkRwk2b9XiI/AAAAAAAAATs/h2rRud6XX8I/s72-c/200704251731087470yc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4954160176564996402</id><published>2007-05-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:02:58.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am blogging with a very pissed mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was already irritated during the FOM presentation.&lt;br /&gt;but i tot i cld live with it.&lt;br /&gt;that was until u open tt darn mouth and spat those fucking words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No hard feelings when we go out later ah, this is only PBL. Dun later step out of this room adn start fighting k."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. what a saint u are for saying this. *roll eyes* oh, and have u heard of the phrase 'fight only when provoked?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can already see some very unhappy faces here..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u just provoked me.as if u hadnt make it obvious enough. u actually had the nerve to shout that out loud infront of the teacher, making it seem like u're a nice *pukes* boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cool class rep calmed me down by saying the best line of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stop being a hyprocite."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SHAWN, GO SHAWN, GO SHAWN! *Cheers* I so wanted to give him a victory hug for saying that to shut the bastard up lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asshole. u noe wads ur problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-selfish&lt;br /&gt;-ungentlement&lt;br /&gt;-think u noe it all&lt;br /&gt;-in charge wannabe&lt;br /&gt;-attitude&lt;br /&gt;-take us for granted&lt;br /&gt;-annoying&lt;br /&gt;-suck up&lt;br /&gt;-making ur own weakness seems like others' faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i miss out more? yeah i sound harsh but hey, he messed with the wrong girl at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your info. I mood swings real badly. Unlike you, i can blame it to PMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4954160176564996402?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4954160176564996402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4954160176564996402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4954160176564996402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4954160176564996402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-blogging-with-very-pissed-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-472721026454813555</id><published>2007-05-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:14:48.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-472721026454813555?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/472721026454813555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=472721026454813555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/472721026454813555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/472721026454813555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-4757425897691881677</id><published>2007-05-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:20:41.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. im here to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to beefy: its not like i don't want to update. but it's rather troublesome these days because the computer at home can't sign in to blogger and my notebook hangs so frequently that i kinda gave up blogging for tt few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. im back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets tok about the past week...&lt;br /&gt;was busy in school. had steamboat with geraldine,jaslyn and beefy on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;erm...im persuaded to joion sailing club (yeah i noe it dont suit me, so shut up.)&lt;br /&gt;oh! and novea found my sweet blog! maybe its time to change my template, because she found out of my obessesion with minwoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new template will be feat minwoo too eh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, yesterday. somebody totally piss me and novea off rite? infact, there were quite a few episodes of getting peeved by our classmates.lets just leave it all to the gossiping session between me and novea eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BADLY BURNT.&lt;br /&gt;woke up damn early tis mrng to go swimming with jaslyn. She lent me her tankini top and then i wore ugly matching fbts with it. swimming was not very good. because there were like 3 groups of 'male tanning club' ppl, so we stayed in the pool for like hours (for them to leave first) because we were embarassed to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. swimming frm 9.30 to 1.30 totally earned me the nick 'red butt monkey' (courtesy of jaslyn lim yankee.) my shoulders are like burnt and hurting so much now. and i have to work full shift tomorrow! blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. after swimming, went to bathe..realised i forgot to bring my bra..so i just wore a shirt over the tankini and went home dripping wet. thank god my house is near the swimming complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at macs with jaslyn. dropped curry-dipped nuggets on my white shorts. how unlucky.cancelled bugis shopping and went back home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. me and jaslyn ended up having a movie marathon at home. ate popcorn and watched three movies consecutively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-S Diary (korean movie)&lt;br /&gt;-She's the man&lt;br /&gt;-Lake House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaslyn was falling asleep during lake house, woke her up when they were kissing. ahaha. she left after the movie, and so now im here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry. food anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RjyED2b9XhI/AAAAAAAAATk/HDMe3wZz8ew/s1600-h/dziwne1mj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RjyED2b9XhI/AAAAAAAAATk/HDMe3wZz8ew/s320/dziwne1mj9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061065282944851474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny conversation between me and jaslyn just now.&lt;br /&gt;jas: yah yah, mrs MINWOO.&lt;br /&gt;me: its Mrs Lee.&lt;br /&gt;jas: omg. BHB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, maybe it wasn't tt funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I REALISED I HAVEN DO MY CC and IBT HOMEWORK. AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO CALL JIREH. FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4757425897691881677?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4757425897691881677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4757425897691881677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4757425897691881677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4757425897691881677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RjyED2b9XhI/AAAAAAAAATk/HDMe3wZz8ew/s72-c/dziwne1mj9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-5846825280302590303</id><published>2007-04-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:32:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scratch the previous entry. it was posted for the sake of complaining and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mrng my ah ma told me tt my cousin came yesterday and looked at my laptop. i wonder if he on it and managed to access to it? then he told my ah ma to tell me to study hard and not go date some guy in my sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was searching tru my brain of the ppl i know in sch tt i might date. how cute, my list is so short - the guys in my class. and then i came out with a list of why i'll never ever wanna date them (as if they wanna date me lidat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;-they are jerks.&lt;br /&gt;-they are sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;-they are my age.&lt;br /&gt;-they are not good looking.&lt;br /&gt;-they're my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number one reason why ill never date them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they are not minwoo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RjS6jGb9XgI/AAAAAAAAATc/UsMpjLu_ubg/s1600-h/woodongparan041121fq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RjS6jGb9XgI/AAAAAAAAATc/UsMpjLu_ubg/s320/woodongparan041121fq9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058873393629978114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5846825280302590303?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5846825280302590303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5846825280302590303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5846825280302590303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5846825280302590303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/scratch-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RjS6jGb9XgI/AAAAAAAAATc/UsMpjLu_ubg/s72-c/woodongparan041121fq9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-6044671843301002172</id><published>2007-04-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:25:16.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh. i got so fucking irritated at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off quite pleasent actually, i had many nice customers in the mrng, who sympathy me for working alone at a busy time. then my boss came and i gave him suggestions on what he shd sell and all. he was like impressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my ladyboss called me and asked me if i cld confirm with her tt ill help her out every sunday. i said ok but ask her if she still needed anyone and if i cld ask samcilla to work.she didnt mind but asked me to ask samcilla to come down and fill in application form and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my two collegues came. a new girl and maggie(rmb her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty cool with the new girl even though she went to the toilet like once every hour. but maggie kinda pissed me off. maybe her sister taught her not to be the cashier on weekends and let me do it, but she really avoided the cashier like mad, shouting for me to collect the money everytime when im serving other customers. its like, i have to leave my customers just to attend to hers. blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were times when there were super alot of customers...she and the new girl can both walk into the store room to take shoes at the same time when im dng cashier..like hello? who's gonna look out for stealers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when there were no customers at all, she and the new girl talk non-stop. what was i dng then? PACKING THE STORE ROOM. why? caz either one of them, or both of them kept the shoes wrongly. i lost a few customers caz of that u know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised that the shoe size were not updated. some customers read the 'last pair' sign and then decided not to get it. but the fucking thing was there was like alot of pairs in the store room lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb telling maggie to update and change the size of the shoes on display yesterday, so i have no idea it wasn't done. maybe, its caz she and nadia were talking too much. so i asked them to do it again today when there were no customers, which they din, so i did it myself. they saw my black face and me changing it then they stop talking and do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was counting small items when a customer needed to get his belt cut. the new girl did not know how to cut so i ask her to ask maggie cut since i was busy. maggie then told her to ask me cut. i was like wtf? she's dng nothing at all at tt time la. so i stare at her and say 'maggie, why can't u cut? u cut the belt. go.' then she say 'huh, i cut?' and i reply 'yes, go cut.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after like dunnoe how many minutes, she came running to me, saying she don't know how to cut. i gave up and told her i'll do it. then realised she unscrew the whole belt, but there was no marking on how long i needed to cut the belt. so i had to screw the whole ting back, measure for the customer again, and then unscrew and cut for him. He was in a rush sommore so i told him he can come back for alterations any time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, i went up to maggie and we had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: maggie, u don't know how to cut belt meh?&lt;br /&gt;maggie: i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;me: how come u don't know?i teach u before what.&lt;br /&gt;maggie: i don'tknow how to measure.&lt;br /&gt;me: measure what?&lt;br /&gt;maggie: *ignores and continue vacuming the floor.*&lt;br /&gt;me: don't know how to measure what?!&lt;br /&gt;maggie: don't know how to measure lor.&lt;br /&gt;me: measure what?!&lt;br /&gt;maggie: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;me: *explains how to cut the belt*&lt;br /&gt;maggie: *nod head but contiues vacumming the floor*&lt;br /&gt;me: u never cut belt before meh?!!&lt;br /&gt;maggie: i never.&lt;br /&gt;me: u cute before! i asked u to cut infront of me once rmb?!&lt;br /&gt;maggie: no. got meh?&lt;br /&gt;me: yah!!! next time u cut urself! no one can help u cut when u work alone u know! im never gonna help u cut again! *walks of angrily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, long conversation. enough to kill me. ok, there were more tings but im starting to hate this entry already. i feel so impatient towards her. is it because she's my 'jnr'tt's why im reacting like this. or is it because she's really dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt hit the sales target today. i was ok with it.until my boss sms me and ask me the sales. i felt like i dissapointed them or something. like it was my fault we didnt hit the sales target. and its tough caz tmr's the last day of the mth but we are like 3000bucks behind? i even smsed michelle to apologise lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to cry on the bus can. and i was even considering quitting. no, not because i din hit the sales target but because i feel a lil tired and all. blahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so so so so hate this entry. shall post another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6044671843301002172?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6044671843301002172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6044671843301002172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6044671843301002172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6044671843301002172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/gahh_29.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</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-29848244.post-3450717724574193860</id><published>2007-04-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:03:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a bad poly student. skipping lsctures, course parties.&lt;br /&gt;skip lecture to meet up with teddy and geraldine the day before. to eat and talk and waste time.&lt;br /&gt;skip course party today to go back sch take o'level cert and 'surprise' char at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so lazy these days to blog that u see such sentences.&lt;br /&gt;and my grammer sucks despite having to type lame essays thrice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a classmate cldn't rmb my name today. i glared at him. was about to spit out the words "u don't even noe your classmate's name?!" when i realised i wld be embarassing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsk. to tink i even offered him pocky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new found facts: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cheryl lee is the only girl in my cousin's class. he doesn't give a damn about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-novea was in the sec one class of the same cousin. she tinks he's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my classmates have tis assumption that girls from convent schools can't 'cope' with male classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the guys in my class are freaking sick in the head. all they tink about is sex. not all of them, but enough to form the 'horny'club.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm like the most slack student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pNmb9XZI/AAAAAAAAASk/5S60Sgk_vak/s1600-h/Photo-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057376588937387410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pNmb9XZI/AAAAAAAAASk/5S60Sgk_vak/s320/Photo-0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i look like a vampire who hasn't slept for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i've learnt the best way to take photos eithout showing my panda eyes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pd2b9XbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/q8QJIuvydVo/s1600-h/Photo-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057376868110261682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pd2b9XbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/q8QJIuvydVo/s320/Photo-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pYWb9XaI/AAAAAAAAASs/52m93JdxySU/s1600-h/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057376773620981154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pYWb9XaI/AAAAAAAAASs/52m93JdxySU/s320/Photo-0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Huijie!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pk2b9XcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t2IN1OA0czc/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057376988369345986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pk2b9XcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t2IN1OA0czc/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pqWb9XdI/AAAAAAAAATE/C7kiq-YqJg4/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057377082858626514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pqWb9XdI/AAAAAAAAATE/C7kiq-YqJg4/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pymb9XeI/AAAAAAAAATM/RngKzfVuNbA/s1600-h/Photo-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057377224592547298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pymb9XeI/AAAAAAAAATM/RngKzfVuNbA/s320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, we love this freaking gay school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omo! i almost forgot about minwoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9sTGb9XfI/AAAAAAAAATU/pJvRfzPtgCM/s1600-h/abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057379981961551346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9sTGb9XfI/AAAAAAAAATU/pJvRfzPtgCM/s320/abs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, show them the abs boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3450717724574193860?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3450717724574193860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3450717724574193860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3450717724574193860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3450717724574193860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-bad-poly-student.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ri9pNmb9XZI/AAAAAAAAASk/5S60Sgk_vak/s72-c/Photo-0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-5578303196846359582</id><published>2007-04-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:47:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went for a lame tour yesterday. &lt;div&gt;spent yesterday night at nicole's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up darn early for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am fucking tired and sleepy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still have the darn gay homework to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have school at 8am tommorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate mondays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rit1PCgN6VI/AAAAAAAAASc/M6ebY4iqXG8/s1600-h/cy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056263907884001618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rit1PCgN6VI/AAAAAAAAASc/M6ebY4iqXG8/s320/cy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's a nightmare inbetween my sweetest dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-5578303196846359582?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/5578303196846359582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=5578303196846359582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5578303196846359582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/5578303196846359582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-went-for-lame-tour-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rit1PCgN6VI/AAAAAAAAASc/M6ebY4iqXG8/s72-c/cy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-3309312358195030815</id><published>2007-04-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:01:42.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i tot i shd introduce my class approriately.&lt;br /&gt;its tiring to type the names i give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Class DMC/1A04!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn - Class Rep.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha - Good Friend in class.&lt;br /&gt;Novea- Beefy lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;Aileen- Char lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;Aqmar - Shy malay guy.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin - Shuai ge.&lt;br /&gt;Jenlicia-Girl who stick with guys only.&lt;br /&gt;Sing Kai (?) - Malaysian Girl.&lt;br /&gt;William - Magician/Weird guy/Rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;Trixia - SnowQueen/brave girl/Denise Chong's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew - Guy I scared (frm boy school de.)&lt;br /&gt;Matt - Action guy/strawberry boy.&lt;br /&gt;Jireh - Dao guy/Quiet guy /Cool guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest in my class are Priya, Nadine, Lee Yan, Jovis, Li Ting, Celest, Cassandra, Flora and Shawal (i dunoe how to spell his name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. My class pretty much split up into 'cliques'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique 1 : Me, Aileen, Samantha,Novea,Matt, Aqmar.&lt;br /&gt;Clique 2 : the rest of the guys plus Jenlicia.&lt;br /&gt;Clique 3 : the rest of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But LeeYan and Jovis are always together, but they join us most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;Jireh's a special case. He's sometimes with clique 1 and other times with clique 2. I think he's just blur and fly here and there. Shawal's alone. He's a lil weird. Priya, Novea and I had to give him a few fashion tips just yesterday. He said he enjoys eating alone...so yahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i think these cliques might change and all. so yah. but so far is lidat lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and samantha painted Matt's fingernails! lol. one side transparent with stars, the other side metallic pink! ahaha. i got pictures of it but i abit lazy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were boring as usual and i have no idea what my lecture teachers talk about. so yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY IT'S WEEKENDS. NO SCHOOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shd i mention again? I hate going to school. Don't really hate my class. But just hate going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rii5YSgN6UI/AAAAAAAAASU/R6zEY2ih_Lg/s1600-h/070331Osaka02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055494408658348354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rii5YSgN6UI/AAAAAAAAASU/R6zEY2ih_Lg/s320/070331Osaka02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME MINBONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3309312358195030815?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3309312358195030815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3309312358195030815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3309312358195030815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3309312358195030815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-tot-i-shd-introduce-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rii5YSgN6UI/AAAAAAAAASU/R6zEY2ih_Lg/s72-c/070331Osaka02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-7586733531313251645</id><published>2007-04-19T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:46:52.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've got loads to blog today, but it depends on whether im lazy to blog it all out anot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesh im blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.wasted my time in school. had some stupid Character Development lessons. Group as we like..my group decided to help out at SPCA. *pls don't let the animals scare me..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. then after that we had some IT lesson. My teacher (the william tan) was such a loser. He couldn't get the screen connected to his laptop, so he called the IT ppl and complain like hell. He demanded they come up and all lah, then some skinny old man run up. poor man.Then turn out is he pluck in wrong cable!!! LOSER. and i guessed correctly! Caz i was suspecting that black cable on the floor but din say anything caz everyone was hoping he cancel class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy left le, he complain about the school management and all and wad everytime he feedback to them,they reject caz they say he make their lives more difficult. i think they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. tt lesson was fucking useless.caz we were taught how to check mails and send emails! so lame.so me and the two girls beside me ended up watching happy tree friends while this other girl at the other side (beefy lookalike) was playing O2 jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had..Oral Communication lessons for two hours. oh man. that teacher, made us intro ourselves and all. like some presentation lah. I told my class I from girls school so they want know any GGR or lesbian thing can come ask me. ahaha. Then when I go back to my seat, Snow Queen (she's frm KC) said "u forgot to mention u're not a lesbian!" then I was like OH YAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!! i forgot to mention that Snow Queen's Denise Chong's cousin!! We were acting like long lost friends yesterday in class when she found out im frm SAC lah. Caz we are the only two girl school girls and all. cool. ahaha. We started calling each other names in weird tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the oral communications. the teacher gave her own introduction. then she told us she went to climb some mountain in Africa and then something like they not enough food, then got 3 quite old germans die. they no food, so the tribal ppl who were their guides told them to eat the dead human body. and they ate!! OH MY GOD. SO GROSS. then we were so suspecting her, we kept asking her questions and she answered all damn calmly and fast lah. some more her answers make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she told us our course change le. Our class got chosen to have this new subject called 'Life Skills' . its like some fucked up match making course where we get matched maked! caz the government feel that singapore got too little babies and all, so they want to encourage us students to date! so we get matchmaked to ppl from the maritime school and we have to keep going on different dates until we get attached! so by the end of our third year, in order to graduate from SP, we have to be attached! like what shit?! then those who are already attached have to go through various interviews with their stead to prove that they are dating and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe we keepasking the teacher dun lie and we kept asking her questions. she reply until damn good. so we were like convinced by her. but turn out its all a lie. the eating human meat thingie and the stupid match make course tingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think i told the teacher she's becoming the top on my most hated teachers' list. She laughed when she heard that and ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. so that was the only interesting lesson. after that had desktop publishing lessons. WE GOT TO USE IMAC AND PHOTOSHOP.i dun like imac computers thou. its fucking hard to use. LOOK AT WHAT WE DID FOR OUR FIRST PHOTOSHOP LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ridi2SgN6SI/AAAAAAAAASE/QMxS-cT7S1w/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117791566096674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ridi2SgN6SI/AAAAAAAAASE/QMxS-cT7S1w/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiditSgN6QI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GxbCaQAxgsM/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117636947273986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiditSgN6QI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GxbCaQAxgsM/s320/Photo-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RidiyCgN6RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fVW-GTZUv4I/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117718551652626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RidiyCgN6RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fVW-GTZUv4I/s320/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.so funny right. the teacher was going at a slow rate, teaching us out to cut and crop pictures. so i kinda went to proceed on my own first. then turn out my ears were upside down! lol,so i had to redo my ears. then the teacher ask us throw the picture into recycle bin! so sad. so i take picture for memorial. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i tink this entry is long enough. tmr is friday! like finally!!! i went to school for 3days only but it felt like 2 weeks. Blah. And my dressing in school is totally off, but i dun tink my class ppl care caz they also dress damn casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: my eyecandy is back in my class! but only tmr then join us i tink. turns out one of my classmate saw his friendster too, and we cldnt stop laughing when we saw him today. MUAHAHA. i wonder how ill stop laughing when i see him in class. his nerd photos will just pop up in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RidkZSgN6TI/AAAAAAAAASM/PCMU1bd2oNA/s1600-h/4c20475b02000mnz4f8ea3fz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055119492373145906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RidkZSgN6TI/AAAAAAAAASM/PCMU1bd2oNA/s320/4c20475b02000mnz4f8ea3fz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minwoo's the best eyecandy. (hello tablo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7586733531313251645?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7586733531313251645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7586733531313251645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7586733531313251645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7586733531313251645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-ive-got-loads-to-blog-today-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Ridi2SgN6SI/AAAAAAAAASE/QMxS-cT7S1w/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4649647020965790893</id><published>2007-04-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:12:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so siccck. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so i stayed home the whole day and skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad choice. because we were assigned to our project groups today. and apparently, the teacher forgot he had an absent student, meaning im groupless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping,perspiring,sniffing..the whole day. i hate to be sick. Espeacially when it's a fucking gay flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my flu got better, but i seemed to have a fever in the evening. Went to see the doctor. he was so attitude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even look at me and smile! All he did was write on his paper, ask me what was wrong and told me to put my hair to the back for him to take the temperature. Whatever happened to polite medical service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid 30bucks for some pathetic MC, vitamin pills and some other unknown medicine. The doctor didn't even tell me how high my temperature was. blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tomorrow. and it sucks when you think about how far school is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiTGaQHC6BI/AAAAAAAAARs/n0G-ChsCCXU/s1600-h/ml003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054382836119955474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiTGaQHC6BI/AAAAAAAAARs/n0G-ChsCCXU/s320/ml003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the two girls. and its not because they took a picture with minwoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4649647020965790893?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4649647020965790893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4649647020965790893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4649647020965790893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4649647020965790893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-siccck.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiTGaQHC6BI/AAAAAAAAARs/n0G-ChsCCXU/s72-c/ml003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-6849914802021768617</id><published>2007-04-16T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:01:50.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. how long has it been since I've lat blogged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. And I'm blogging now with a runny nose and mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking..should I change this into a picture blog? Like you know if I'm lazy, maybe I should just post pictures and then u all can just figure my whole day out yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I don't take pictures everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. I should stop blogging about my classmates. &lt;strong&gt;In case&lt;/strong&gt; anyone finds my blog. I know some will probably think I'm thinking too much. But hey, I've found out I ahve quite a fw silent readers for this blog. Most of them are friends, but there are a few ppl I have no idea/no connections to who &lt;em&gt;stumble&lt;/em&gt; here. It's freaky, I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, if I dun bad-mouth them here, then it's ok. Oh yeah, I'm so contridicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had like 6 hrs break today lah! And I had only 3 hours of lessons. Its like I had to come 8am in the mrng, then break all the way from 11am to 4pm. like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i swear my first lesson teacher is gay. he just give off this 'gay' scent. ahaha. and he showed us his &lt;em&gt;introduction&lt;/em&gt; card which was of him in a weird/awkward pose on a beach with nothing but &lt;strong&gt;white,short,tights.&lt;/strong&gt; He does yoga for nuts sake! And he made us do this stupid essay in 20mins. 200 words long, with no topic given at all. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class peeps went to Harbourfront for lunch. 4 of us girls and 2guys went to eat at pastamania (we ended up at breeks thou.) while the rest went to eat at food republic i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we shared food, but there were like 6 ppl and so lil food. The guys were like acting shy, not eating much at all. And the shortie was like so dao lah. We talk to him, he only reply in one-two words. Take photo with him, he dun smile. We kept passing food to them and pleading them to eat. Yet, they complained we were like some paranoid mother. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole class helped to write this letter to the buisness school teacher-in-charge. Funny right, first day of school only and we wrote a letter to the teacher. Caz the shuai ge cannot appeal to our class. The teachers can send him back to our class, but they don't want. Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my classmates told us that her friend in his supposed to be class said that when shuai ge went to their class, everyone bo chup him can. Like he kana ostracise (how do u spell?) lidat. The girls in my class were rather honest. They said "it's so weird, how can the girls like heck care him? Espeacially with his face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you everyone thought he's the most shuai guy. I bet he himself think that way. He's rather childish, for a guy two years older than most of us. But then again, he don't look his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my class like got one super duper rich guy. He's that weird weird guy. Rich kids are weird man. Indonesian-Chinese. You ask him he's mixed what blood and he tell you "lizard blood..." I don't even want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the preetiest girl in my class! Oh man, i so admire her. Turns out her dad has cancer. But she's like all smiles, and so optimistic. She's like so brave! *salutes* I'm starting to think she's like a princess. Not the snobbish type, but those u really envy and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I find out so many interesting stuff in one day. But I still hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiNXhQHC6AI/AAAAAAAAARk/YjF7MOBkmiw/s1600-h/0804minwoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053979435611645954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiNXhQHC6AI/AAAAAAAAARk/YjF7MOBkmiw/s320/0804minwoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I'm like so into nonstop5 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6849914802021768617?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6849914802021768617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6849914802021768617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6849914802021768617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6849914802021768617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RiNXhQHC6AI/AAAAAAAAARk/YjF7MOBkmiw/s72-c/0804minwoo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-455036453241153263</id><published>2007-04-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:30:21.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. ok.so im here to blog about my orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first friend was Aileen.(Zonia's friend, the liying was of no help)&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, talk damn randomly with her. She reminds me of Char. Caz she's tall and she looks like Char. (But, u're preetier my dear charzzy.) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Let's intro my class. 20 ppl. 14 girls,6 guys. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one guy very good looking. Everyone agreed that he's the best looking, even the male facilators.&lt;br /&gt;Got one shortie, one malay (laughs sissy) guy, one studious (not nerdy) guy (he became my class rep for tt look.), one attention seeker and a damn weird person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, a funny note. For a minute, I tot the studious guy was on drugs caz I saw him shaking like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok got too many girls, shall not mention much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one bimbo. We all call her Snow White. She quite nice to talk to thou.&lt;br /&gt;Got one super quiet girl. I talked to her caz she so quiet, but all she did was smile back at me in reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this small girl who's the only one living in the East, and coincidently,Bedok too. lol. She reminds me of beefy.Caz they both same size, and like shy and talk alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I dun like about this class is caz that Aileen and this bedok girl reminds me of DFFP and my own friends. I want them as my classmates. I want 4.8 peeps. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, there was this weird girl too.I tot she was phillipino or some other country de. Turn out she's chinese and singaporean. ahaha. so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facillitators&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, they were cool people. Two guys one girl.One of the guy and the girl actually called me yesterday. One in the night and one in the afternoon. Both gave me different rooms to be present, and i was like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The two guys are very vulgar and dirty minded, espeacially the malay guy who called me. Caz they kept using the 'fuck'action and they kept using the word fuck. When ppl were doing the banana dance, they wanted actions and words like "suck banana" and "blow banana.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very open minded ppl.And they kept scolding each other. So amusing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the malay guy suddenly run out of the room, everyone waslike wondering where he go, then he suddenly came back in and said "sorry, went outside to fart." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Orientation was boring. Thankfully it was cut short due to the rain. Am so not looking forward to tmr or wadeva. And I heard there's flag day. Which sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, read a very inspiring line frm a blog. It was something like...&lt;br /&gt;"My parents use their hard earn money to send me to school to study and not make friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it makes very very good sense. I shd keep by it. Because honestly, I don't really think I can fit into my class, and maybe into my course too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.I forgot to mention. I dun tink I ever wanna go sch with zonia anymore. She freaking woke me up at 6.40pm to get ready for school.Sch started at 9am today. She wanted to leave house ay 7.30am. U need a freaking 1 and a half hr to get to school?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was late still. But we weren't late for school. I think. I'll be gng school with that bedok girl tmr thou. Hope I won't be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhojR2MUxWI/AAAAAAAAARU/q1Q5jZ0Uj6w/s1600-h/Masleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051388721561388386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhojR2MUxWI/AAAAAAAAARU/q1Q5jZ0Uj6w/s320/Masleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping next to Phryme.I really think they are super close since Phryme's like his concert's speacial guest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-455036453241153263?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/455036453241153263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=455036453241153263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/455036453241153263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/455036453241153263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhojR2MUxWI/AAAAAAAAARU/q1Q5jZ0Uj6w/s72-c/Masleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-6593480173290600825</id><published>2007-04-08T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:47:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LAST DAY OF WORK TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, not really.I agreed to go back work on the 22nd of April (sunday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isetan got crazy sales. End today. So went to buy things frm there. Bought a black cardigan (13.60), a set of piere cardin bra (12.00) and a nike shirt (19.90) for my sis. Then bought a belt and a pair of earrings frm my shop.Boss give me 25% discount! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ermm. Im quite depressed now.WHY?Because I went to Swiss Bake after work. All pastries at 50% off after 9pm.Was so fascinated by the pretty looking pastries. Bought 4 pieces for me and my sister's breakfast tmr.Was so darn happy la!!!! Caz i paid 4 bucks for it in total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus home,I was like damn tempted to eat the pastries but I stopped myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then what? I FREAKING LEFT THE WHOLE BAG OF PASTRIES ON THE BUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only realised when I stepped down the bus!!! GAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pastriessss. can u feel the heart pain? Maybe I should have just gave in to my temptations on the bus. ARHHH. THE DELICIOUS LOOKING PASTRIESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm starving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreading orientation tmr. I absoultuely &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; orientations (espeacially the games)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rhj_1mMUxVI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZxUdB97P1ns/s1600-h/damn+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051068278346401106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rhj_1mMUxVI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZxUdB97P1ns/s320/damn+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sexyback~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-6593480173290600825?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/6593480173290600825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=6593480173290600825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6593480173290600825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/6593480173290600825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-day-of-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rhj_1mMUxVI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZxUdB97P1ns/s72-c/damn+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-3063679085261935353</id><published>2007-04-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:41:53.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh. April is definetly not my month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed my computer yesterday. Managed to save my notebook thou. But stilll.I can't access to certain websites, like microsoft.com and livejournal.Plus, I can't view tag boards too.Which sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, whilelying on my bed for like 5mins, trying to fall asleep, we heard a loud crash! Me and my sister woke up in shock ok, and i found a few pieces of glass on the floor! Was so worried, and it was too dark for us to see anything. Then it seemed like the glass frm the ceiling lights dropped. Told my sister to go on the lights and she stepped on the glass. her toe bleed. haha. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it was the glass frm the ceiling. I was darn stunned. Caz the light crashed just like half a metre away from me.Can u imagine if it dropped on me? I would have died on the spot man. My sis was laughing, saying tt it would be funny if the light dropped on me. I told her it would bounce off me and on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut my hair yesterday.It sucks. I would love to post a picture of it but I realised its really ugly. And school is starting on Monday for me!!! That's darn bad. I look more like a freaking China girl now. Maybe I should swop school with Char. Blehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday went to meet Jessie for dinner.Ate at sum indonesian restaurant.We so so darn greedy...ate until can damn full, paid like 21bucks each lar? I like their yellow rice and tidbits. The rest (grilled chicken,grilled sotong, lotus with rendang beef, curry, fried taufu) are hovering over the 'average' catagory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the SACSS's nasi padang store. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Shir today. She came to my shop find me. nicole too. Tmr's my last day of work! And I'm working with Meiqi *sighs.* She's so attitude sometimes, making me feel like slapping her. And then after hours, she suddenly get all friendly, talking and offering me sweets, while I'm counting small items. tsk.Sommore say I look super fierce today, like my fault tt she attitude me in the first place lidat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tt girl had to pay $15.21 today.Caz some customer's nets card got declined and she din realise. So she had to pay. I was so afraid that she might cry ok! Because her sister told me once tt she lost 5 dollars and cried like mad. Bleh. When I told her she have to pay, she kept quiet, as if waiting for me to offer to pay half.No I won't. Who ask her, today keep touching cashier when I didn't even ask her to be cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I'm being prejudice, because she seems to be getting on my nerves these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho. I feel evil talking like this about her. Oh well, my last day with her tmr, then SAYONARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, I'll miss Jean, John, Sheena,Sandy,Michelle and maybe Meiqi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE LEATHER ARKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhesVmMUxUI/AAAAAAAAARE/ziLiDBglBnU/s1600-h/9415bcf19e47f8308e45435c6f3b3790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050694994148771138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhesVmMUxUI/AAAAAAAAARE/ziLiDBglBnU/s320/9415bcf19e47f8308e45435c6f3b3790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC Shootdori~! Why does Seungjoon (goalkeeper) look jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-3063679085261935353?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/3063679085261935353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=3063679085261935353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3063679085261935353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/3063679085261935353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhesVmMUxUI/AAAAAAAAARE/ziLiDBglBnU/s72-c/9415bcf19e47f8308e45435c6f3b3790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-7731572886415508745</id><published>2007-04-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:17:59.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. today's a day full of suprises/presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine came to visit me today. ok, i expected her to come. because she was oddly interested in whatever time I was working. So yeah, i kinda figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she passed me my Wontak Angel DVD and Minwoo Live Concert CD!! yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;arh minwoo love~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minwoo cd packaging is quite cool.love it! gahh, i just realised, if i got the concert cd now, then next time the concert dvd come out..how? ill waste money again. gahhhh. but the concert sounds really cool.i wanna watch it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,was reading some old newspaper, was quite into it when John suddenly came in and say 'Hello!'. I swear I jumped when I heard him talk. He laughed at me for getting frigtened, and tot I did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jean and John came today, stayed for quite some time.Was rather busy..Jean saw my newspaper and was asking me wads the article about because the picture of the man look so poor thing and I started telling her this tragic article I read. Lol,so random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of work, was stoning at the bus stop. Met Kimmie there! haha. We took the same bus home and talked.She works at Sins chocolate at Millenia Walk.Cool.And the nice girl offered me a piece of chocolate! i cldn't resist the temptations!! and the chocolate was sooo dilicious! Its a &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt; for chocolates to be so yummy. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home,Dad gave me curry puff. And i ate it. damn. Wads up with me accepting food today?I'm like gaining back weight dude. ok, no dude here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! geraldine told me how to check my time table. IT SUCKSS. I have like a 5hr break in between lessons on Monday! like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhPPZmMUxTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kDnQ69IPpvU/s1600-h/a99f59a907fc83ff1f17a2dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049607645868377394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhPPZmMUxTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kDnQ69IPpvU/s320/a99f59a907fc83ff1f17a2dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;s&gt;ur&lt;/s&gt; my boy M. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-7731572886415508745?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/7731572886415508745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=7731572886415508745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7731572886415508745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/7731572886415508745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhPPZmMUxTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kDnQ69IPpvU/s72-c/a99f59a907fc83ff1f17a2dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-2718554444614090833</id><published>2007-04-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:44:16.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now Playing: Ne-yo - Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJz7atBDBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NnPhqlMAikc/s1600-h/Ho..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049225596853357586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJz7atBDBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NnPhqlMAikc/s320/Ho..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot this was cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0KatBDCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5rK-bhfIBOE/s1600-h/Photo-000..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049225854551395362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0KatBDCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5rK-bhfIBOE/s320/Photo-000..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and her big nostrils. and teeth. plus lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0RqtBDDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/H2H2HExEBsU/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049225979105446962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0RqtBDDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/H2H2HExEBsU/s320/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she tinks she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my frens, this is what i do when i have absolutely nothing to do at workk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0oatBDGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yR_mBCXz2dw/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049226369947470946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0oatBDGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yR_mBCXz2dw/s320/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0jKtBDFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WX_ZQS12NxE/s1600-h/Photo-0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049226279753157714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0jKtBDFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WX_ZQS12NxE/s320/Photo-0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sandy does not need to know I posted her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0YqtBDEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TN9J9-xWI4o/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049226099364531266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJ0YqtBDEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TN9J9-xWI4o/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im cool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to blog bout my day at oh-so-boring work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE DAN AND YOUNG SHOW. it's like the most happening thing at work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;they make me laugh to myself. ahaha. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person i tot understands me the most, understands me the least now. Or did we just took tt piece of understanding for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2718554444614090833?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2718554444614090833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2718554444614090833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2718554444614090833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2718554444614090833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-playing-ne-yo-because-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhJz7atBDBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NnPhqlMAikc/s72-c/Ho..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-1164197121170781188</id><published>2007-04-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:24:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im hungry, and thinking of donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with Jessie and Nicole yesterday. Went to PRINCESS (cheapskate,yes.) to watch Mr Bean's Holiday. What a movie, we were late for the movie, ate like pigs (and craving for more freis) and hauled vulgarities at Mr Bean while laughin at his ridiculous, disgusting actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terribly sorry for the family of young children sitting behind us. Please do no learn from the jie-jies,or Mr Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went town after that, ate KFC, were discussing about maids when a bunch of phillipinos came to site next to us.We shut up and ate our food after that. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bought a pair of shades again.To replace the one Teddy broke. Actually I just bought it to humour Nicole who was so into getting one. She tried begging Jessie to get a pair too, but Jessie's not one easy to persuade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took &lt;strong&gt;neoprints&lt;/strong&gt;, on request by Ms Jessie Lim. It sucked, I don't think I ever want to enter a neoprint shop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. guess why I'm craving for donuts? Caz we ate the delicious donuts from Taka yesterday. And I'mitching for more! Jessie introduced darn good 'the ultimate' frm coffee bean too, even nicole who hates coffee loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,today was my last day working with Michelle.She made me treat her ice cream. I managed to not buy myself a cup of ice cream for once! haha. Dang, I wish I don't have to work on Sunday, but no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boos. There are so many things I want to buy but have not enough money too.&lt;br /&gt;Why can'tI be born a freaking rich girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhEgNKtBDAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X6XLwFEedgg/s1600-h/cf82d6bf5c5dcc0918d81fdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048852067842591746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhEgNKtBDAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X6XLwFEedgg/s320/cf82d6bf5c5dcc0918d81fdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho, minwoo~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-1164197121170781188?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/1164197121170781188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=1164197121170781188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1164197121170781188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/1164197121170781188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-hungry-and-thinking-of-donuts.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RhEgNKtBDAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X6XLwFEedgg/s72-c/cf82d6bf5c5dcc0918d81fdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-2598694300608534052</id><published>2007-04-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:34:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;i tot of alot of tings to blog today. but when i reach home, i guess most of the words just flew out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. ok, so im working till 8th of April. And then SP orientation starts on 9th April.So tiring..&lt;br /&gt;And I 'found' a senior! ahah. She's frm Soompi, read my blog and realised i was in the same course as her so she PM-ed me. Realised she's in the same minwooforum as me too. oh we are all minwoo lovers. haha. HELLO IRENE. (dunnoe if she still reads here anot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, meilin came to visit me at work today. seems like loads of ppl are visitng me these days, and they all happen to be have the right timing of cuming in just when my boss is on holiday in thailand~! wooooh. so i found out that meilin is attached. and i doubt anyone knew right! I tried not to act shocked when she mentioned about her boyfriend. Im a great actress. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! yesterday my ex-china collegue came to visit, she brought a fren along and the way she greeted me was damn funny. she went "hi! wo tai wo de china buddy lai!!" LOL. CHINA BUDDY. I dunoe why she had to add the 'china' word infront but they two are nice ppl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. tomorrow's my off day.Jessie wants a movie marathon, nicole wants...something cheap? lol. and jasmine just smsed me to 'cancel' her appointment with me the coming friday. i tink its the second time she did tt, caz she say no money so dun wan go out as she's afraid she might spend. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so who's on to meet me on friday? I've got to make full use of my LAST off day..and then its buh bye to Leather Ark and hello to Singapore Poly. Oh,Btw, some nice auntie-customers heard me telling my collegue that next week will be my last week, and asked me why i not working anymore. Told them caz i was gng to study and they were like "ohh!! Xue Ye Jing Bu! jia You!" wad nice, k-po aunties. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for some prawns. steamed,big, sweet ones... *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rg6NSatBC_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mqcIIhUmv_Y/s1600-h/89452836dw0.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048127579874200562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rg6NSatBC_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mqcIIhUmv_Y/s320/89452836dw0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake tt bootie~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-2598694300608534052?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/2598694300608534052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=2598694300608534052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2598694300608534052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/2598694300608534052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-ho-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rg6NSatBC_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mqcIIhUmv_Y/s72-c/89452836dw0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-4994151998307112764</id><published>2007-03-31T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:09:14.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two idiots camping over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;some idiot made me update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. lets see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today char came to find me,stayed for like2 and a half hrs? chatting all the way and eating her muruku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she left, geraldine and jaslyn came, without my laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the two thick skin girls stayed in my shop and made loads of noise. sumore make me treat them sushi and ice cream.tsk. then they went to eat potato salad,and din even offer me any. selfish girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;geraldine's appa so nice, bring the laptop for me and send &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; home. yes,&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the two came over to eat ba kut tehhh. and eat my home cooked instant ra-men. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they decided to stay over. and they are staring at me blogging now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunoe wad to blog now but the two ladies have new names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geraldmothy and Jasernie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rg1SIKtBC-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yvP-MN4Yr-s/s1600-h/minwoo-happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047781057617791970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rg1SIKtBC-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yvP-MN4Yr-s/s320/minwoo-happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only pic i have in this lappie. gerald&lt;em&gt;mothy&lt;/em&gt; loves it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-4994151998307112764?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/4994151998307112764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=4994151998307112764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4994151998307112764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/4994151998307112764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-idiots-camping-over.html' title='two idiots camping over.'/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/Rg1SIKtBC-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yvP-MN4Yr-s/s72-c/minwoo-happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-874018459119195831</id><published>2007-03-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:46:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;u know i feel really broke now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised I spent 335 over bucks in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's like 7 days of my pay. like wtf. I should really curb on my spendings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm paying 772 bucks for my own laptop, leaving me barely 82 bucks in my bank account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning, I've worked for 3 mths but my savings has never amounted to more than 200, since at least $800 of the money came from my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying when I think about it. This is so pathetic. 3 mths of working and im left with an amount that doesn't add up to a 3-digit number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was a rich girl, or at least, I wish I had a good family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even feel like blogging anymore. That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgktxHR9JjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jyPCqGf_Yms/s1600-h/nopethinkagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046615179236550194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgktxHR9JjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jyPCqGf_Yms/s320/nopethinkagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;satisfy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-874018459119195831?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/874018459119195831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=874018459119195831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/874018459119195831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/874018459119195831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/03/u-know-i-feel-really-broke-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgktxHR9JjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jyPCqGf_Yms/s72-c/nopethinkagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-8507745944655008939</id><published>2007-03-25T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:02:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO JASMINE. U'RE READING MY BLOG! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.lame. today i was darn amazed by this lil girl. Not that she had any talents or whatever, it was her looks. I think she talked to me but I was to caught up with staring at her spectacles that I ignored her. I was damn amused, I mean, how can anyone so look like &lt;strong&gt;stitch&lt;/strong&gt;?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mean, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ladyboss called me today and told me a &lt;strong&gt;'secret'&lt;/strong&gt;. Said I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, not even my friends. I thought she was indirectly trying to say I was a big mouth and was wondering what she told me that I wasn't supposed to tell. But nope, turns out the '&lt;strong&gt;secret'&lt;/strong&gt; was that's she's gonna pay me commission this month. She doesn't want the rest of my collegues to know because she hardly pay part-timers commission, unless they are long-term part-timers. Oh cool, doesn't this just show how good I am at work? ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not telling anyone. I'm just blogging. And ppl are just reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i forgot what else I wanted to blog about. But I'm HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, im craving for BAH KUA. must be Char's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's my off day to make student pass and order laptop. tsk, my student pass is bound to look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgaO6_pomyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MmRUHcafxx0/s1600-h/kmpdvd005182133741ob0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045877576684837666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgaO6_pomyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MmRUHcafxx0/s320/kmpdvd005182133741ob0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me a love song~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8507745944655008939?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8507745944655008939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8507745944655008939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8507745944655008939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8507745944655008939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-jasmine.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgaO6_pomyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MmRUHcafxx0/s72-c/kmpdvd005182133741ob0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-8760662441456172775</id><published>2007-03-25T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:14:51.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY SHINHWA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgVOb_pomxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/81wqHzY_XtA/s1600-h/SH42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045525200388004626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgVOb_pomxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/81wqHzY_XtA/s320/SH42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848244-8760662441456172775?l=heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/feeds/8760662441456172775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848244&amp;postID=8760662441456172775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8760662441456172775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848244/posts/default/8760662441456172775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelt-productions.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-9th-birthday-shinhwa.html' title=''/><author><name>kenkenpi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06763277235244965913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgVOb_pomxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/81wqHzY_XtA/s72-c/SH42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848244.post-1054745456636796857</id><published>2007-03-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:28:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MAN WE FINALLY SAW &lt;strong&gt;ERIC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ok. so today went to Vivo city with Ted and Char to watch TMNT.&lt;br /&gt;haha. the movie was ok la, Char kinda fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we came out of the cinema and i saw this long hair guy who looked like the photographer me and Char met at the 7eleven near Scarlett Hotel. I didn't say anything caz I tot I was &lt;strong&gt;thinking too much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow he ended up walking infront of us with his friend and I noticed they were carrying Gap,Zara,Levis paperbags. So I told Teddy that those duds were freaking rich and she literally stared at them.. Char noticed and then she hit me real hard and went "EH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what she was gonna say so I replied "I know, he look like the photographer right.." and she was like "IT IS THE PHOTOGRAPHER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. We went nuts on the spot. We were super hyper lah, and kept following them and laughing to ourselves. Followed them back into Zara then went to Esprit wich we could have a clear view of them. Then gave up following them caz it seemed as if they wldnt lead us to Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah..me and Char were thinking that we really have alot of fate with those cute dudes. We named the long hair guy &lt;em&gt;hairy &lt;/em&gt;and the cuter guy &lt;em&gt;pimple. hairy pimple.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Char got so excited, I called nicole to help me check online where Eric might be.She told me that the forumn said he might be leaving in the night so me and Char decided to go take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Char's house awhile before going down to the airport. We kept thinking about our fateful korean mates. ahaha. Reached the airport, went Starbucks, Char wanted her potato salad but in the end decided not to have it. So we just walked around and she wanted to go Bangawan Solo buy food. I saw this crowd of ppl following somthing with cameras and pulled Char after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BOO! ERIC MUN!!! ARRRHH. He was so close to us! And he went to hid in the toilet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Char took quite clear videos of him thou her main focus was &lt;em&gt;pimple.&lt;/em&gt; LOL. I tried so hard to take so many pictures but only managed to have ONE clear photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least tt clear picture had &lt;em&gt;pimple&lt;/em&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8XvpomkI/AAAAAAAAANw/s8EEvU8oAU4/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153492443372098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8XvpomkI/AAAAAAAAANw/s8EEvU8oAU4/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and &lt;em&gt;pimple&lt;/em&gt; hiding into toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9EPpompI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MN885NWwGAU/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154256947550866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9EPpompI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MN885NWwGAU/s320/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9IvpomqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mTrGUzmpl1M/s1600-h/Photo-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154334256962210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9IvpomqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mTrGUzmpl1M/s320/Photo-0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP87fpomoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bcJHGLfIhlA/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154106623695490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP87fpomoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bcJHGLfIhlA/s320/Photo-0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time I ran after a star to be infront of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8qvpommI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gc7xRwwH7rE/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153818860886626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8qvpommI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gc7xRwwH7rE/s320/Photo-0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grey jacket with a &lt;strong&gt;gucci &lt;/strong&gt;bag - &lt;em&gt;pimple&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9W_pomtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iIdWkz5ZbkM/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154579070098130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9W_pomtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iIdWkz5ZbkM/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAIRY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8z_pomnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jjXM1HCOZ7M/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153977774676594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8z_pomnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jjXM1HCOZ7M/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Char's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9L_pomrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jRirR0fwilo/s1600-h/Photo-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154390091537074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9L_pomrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jRirR0fwilo/s320/Photo-0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, that grey dude is the 2nd lead actor, the smoking balcony guy. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9R_pomsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_KgRp1DPQ8I/s1600-h/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154493170752194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9R_pomsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_KgRp1DPQ8I/s320/Photo-0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lead actress, yoomi, such a petite adorable girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8g_pomlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/96ZF_nTM2dw/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153651357162066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP8g_pomlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/96ZF_nTM2dw/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my clearest pic! grey's &lt;em&gt;pimple&lt;/em&gt;, white's Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9cfpomuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/95Fc10J_YGg/s1600-h/Photo-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045154673559378658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP9cfpomuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/95Fc10J_YGg/s320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye &lt;strong&gt;Eric,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pimple &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;hairy~!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a wonderful day~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP_pPpomwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/35XvAhkJQvc/s1600-h/950ea91c1ed6ed8886d6b6d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045157091625966338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3isKlgNNgZo/RgP_pPpomwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/35XvAhkJQvc/s320/950ea91c1ed6ed8886d6b6d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho! 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