<?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-13891735</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:15:35.435+08:00</updated><category term='save as draft'/><category term='o'/><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Anthologies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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>786</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8260732781775142195</id><published>2010-07-04T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:52:25.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just get away and give me a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't need all this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8260732781775142195?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8260732781775142195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8260732781775142195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#8260732781775142195' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8618556952625663821</id><published>2009-09-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:40:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Migrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmineyeo.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8618556952625663821?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8618556952625663821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8618556952625663821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8618556952625663821' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6827194328923852201</id><published>2009-09-04T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:14:14.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many posts under this blogger account. Culmination of several years of rants. I wanted to start afresh on a new writing platform. But I've still decided to import everything over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not blogging here anymore. So dont bother coming to this space already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6827194328923852201?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6827194328923852201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6827194328923852201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6827194328923852201' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2348680225871499683</id><published>2009-09-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:30:29.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really need to stop failing physics(hug, sundae treat!). LT test tmrw. The concepts are all so abstract. It's supposed to be an extension of the sec sch syllabus but by looking at the notes, it just makes you wonder what we've been learning in sec sch all along. It was all about substituting values into formulas. Hols next week but there's a maths test, maths lecture, econs lesson, ISLE, eom deadline, WR deadline. Plus upcoming promos. But nvm its okay its okay I have everything under control hahahahahahahahaha. I'll just eat choc hello pandas and be happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going to die standing? Plz, I'm not even going to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2348680225871499683?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2348680225871499683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2348680225871499683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2348680225871499683' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8179167669448837581</id><published>2009-09-02T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:33:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to “move on” from a relationship. It’s not like you are really going to “move on”. You are just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person all the time, until it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you, and then you have to remind yourself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8179167669448837581?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8179167669448837581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8179167669448837581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8179167669448837581' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3671767832613766802</id><published>2009-09-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:35:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm the world should just stop for a few moments to let everyone catch their breath first. I came across several scenes this afternoon which left me very disturbed. People should practice sensitivity. And can you stop telling me about what's going on in your life and stuffs like that. I'm not interested. You're not important to me. Our ideologies are of vast differences that I really feel uncomfortable with you sometimes. I hate how you always try to ride on my efforts. Just because I dont say anything it doesnt mean I dont care. I want to run away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and black now. I hope my skin doesnt peel, I have no more aloe vera gel already. Way way lost in school. Absolutely dont know what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3671767832613766802?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3671767832613766802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3671767832613766802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3671767832613766802' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3655047752596634619</id><published>2009-09-01T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:25:30.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt so screwed up because I havent done any work or prepared for any tests yet. Holidays give me bad freedom. I've been spending hours every single day just reading a particular tumblr. Everything there is just so beautiful and amazing. It sucks to know that there are many of such awesome stuff around and I dont have time to explore them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces. We live for a better tomorrow, but what if tomorrow isn’t any better than today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3655047752596634619?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3655047752596634619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3655047752596634619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3655047752596634619' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-9030871489625883126</id><published>2009-08-31T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:03:12.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People ask me why is it so hard to trust. And I ask them why is it so hard to keep promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is everyone is going to end up hurting you someday. Just find the right people worth suffering for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-9030871489625883126?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9030871489625883126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9030871489625883126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#9030871489625883126' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5092146888702608228</id><published>2009-08-31T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:15:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi it's teachers day and I was in college for abt 2 hours only, before deciding to go back and sleep. I'm not even going back to plmgs later. I am such a horrible and ungrateful person. Got accused of smth this morning which I'm still very angry about until now. Cmon please, stop shooting your mouth off without proper basis.  I will never do such lowdown acts. I feel so humiliated. Its because of suckers like you thats why I lost faith in the entire human race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting all the fav girls for lunch now! I hope I will feel happier later. Life is always full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5092146888702608228?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5092146888702608228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5092146888702608228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5092146888702608228' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1893668374966879348</id><published>2009-08-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:45:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish you’d pay more attention to my favourite songs, because the lyrics sing the words that I’m too scared to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1893668374966879348?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1893668374966879348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1893668374966879348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1893668374966879348' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7549117876280577996</id><published>2009-08-30T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:46:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many documents on my laptop now I take forever to sieve out the correct file I want. EOM drafts, WR drafs, PI drafts, GPP drafts, english camp proposals, ISLE games plan, ISLE itinerary, netball interhouse briefing list.etc and tonnes of other tutorial/lecture notes I've yet to print out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to burn the sch down on teacher's day. Breakfast in the morning with jinzz love later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7549117876280577996?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7549117876280577996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7549117876280577996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7549117876280577996' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6457384569586204101</id><published>2009-08-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:57:45.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/oW5E9lxRrq3ktu6j1KxGo8xco1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6457384569586204101?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6457384569586204101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6457384569586204101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6457384569586204101' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3570055346683264772</id><published>2009-08-27T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:20:20.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I wish the night wouldnt end so we could keep talking like this forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, you're still irreplaceable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3570055346683264772?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3570055346683264772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3570055346683264772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3570055346683264772' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2491302165632742846</id><published>2009-08-25T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:50:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel more comfortable talking to strangers than people I know. I believe this is because chances are, I’ll never see them ever again. And I feel like I can say anything I want. They don’t know my past or what I’ve done. They can only judge me on who they are seeing right that second. I’m the person I am now, not then. People I know don’t see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love tumblr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2491302165632742846?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2491302165632742846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2491302165632742846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2491302165632742846' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2160424910643768496</id><published>2009-08-21T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:16:34.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasnt like this last year. I was much happier back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I just want to leave everything behind right here and run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no lah where got somedays only. everyday pls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm pretty happy that I have floppy hair now. Not like it would make a diff to anyone since I always tie up my hair. Damn happy please I love floppy hair to the max. It's so messy thats why its so cool. Emo hair. I'm going to show it to shermin and mich one day, so I can swish my fringe up to let it fall slowly and cover my eyes. Then I'll end it off with my fav style thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2160424910643768496?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2160424910643768496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2160424910643768496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2160424910643768496' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5087704005128205501</id><published>2009-08-19T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:33:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PE made me very happy. I laughed so hard and so much. Photo-taking was rather enjoyable too. Had fun laughing at people and being laughed at. It's been a long long time since I last wore a sch tie. It's a pity gummy bear didnt turn up today if not we could have taken our first complete class photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to do until I dont know what's there to do. I can go crazy anytime. I hope jiwei remembers to bring the heart-shape paper tmrw so I can write her a msg and put it up on the encouragement board. She pasted her msg for me alr, damn funny pls she purposely wrote so many "lol lol lol" on it because she knows I hate that word hahahaha. Anyway thanks jiwei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5087704005128205501?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5087704005128205501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5087704005128205501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5087704005128205501' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6457565077033061177</id><published>2009-08-18T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:13:23.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have daily afternoon naps which spans till the late evenings. I've always felt very comforted when I'm about to sleep. Its such a good avenue to escape from all the things you have to face, albeit temporarily. Sometimes I think I must be the most horrible person in the world because I sleep all day long and engage in unproductive activities. I'm surrounded by all these incredibly hardworking and diligent individuals in college who indirectly makes me feel ashamed abt myself. I only open my school bag at 9/10pm every night. 43 more days. Sounds like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life at 17 already paints such a bleak picture, the future is really unimaginable. Okay I must be feeling pensive right now because I didnt eat my hello pandas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6457565077033061177?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6457565077033061177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6457565077033061177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6457565077033061177' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8531714252052771795</id><published>2009-08-16T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:51:26.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant believe it's the start of a new week again tmrw. There's so many things left to be done and it's always piling up. Didnt do much during the weekends, except to catch up on sleep. I volunteered to type the camp proposal into the templates but I realized there's many gaps here and there. I cannot contact leslie too, the contact list obviously isnt revised properly yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally taking time off to run again later. It's great to sweat it all out. The countdown banner in the college atrium has the ability to transform slackers to muggers. But apparently it's isnt exerting effects on me. Everytime I see the banner I have an impulse to set it on fire. I dont like the use of such mechanisms which works on the subconscious of one's mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8531714252052771795?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8531714252052771795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8531714252052771795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8531714252052771795' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6777825323366572408</id><published>2009-08-14T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:38:06.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner with mom at kovan. I bumped into pris there. Damn it I havent seen her for such a long time and there was so many things I wanted to say. Right in the middle of the crowd, we just stood still and hugged. Reading those sweet mesages and notes she wrote never fails to put a smile onto my face. I love you, blueberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wild the entire day away. This is the reason why I should die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6777825323366572408?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6777825323366572408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6777825323366572408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6777825323366572408' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5126542014195791545</id><published>2009-08-13T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:44:40.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have such high sensitivity to even the simplest of things which is why I'm so easliy irritated. I hate how vivid images of certain scenarios are so deeply etched in my mind. This morning I saw how the girls kicked duofu's bag down the steps and there was a few who just stood by and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times whereby certain things dont come across in a funny manner anymore. Maybe you can just chalk everything up to sensitivity or whatsoever. But aiyah I just had to say it out so it's up to you how you want to interpret it. I'm so hungry now I only had two muffins for dinner! I woke up late from my nap and dinner was all finished up! Horrible family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, pls stay strong and keep the faith. Everything will be okay, maybe not tmrw or the day after, but it will be eventually. I believe in you. It doesnt matter how many times you lie. I still believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5126542014195791545?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5126542014195791545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5126542014195791545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5126542014195791545' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7302738567470859931</id><published>2009-08-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:53:41.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it just gets to a point whereby you dont really care what's going to happen and if it already happened you dont really care either anyway. Oh yeah I dread waking up every morning. I dont hate school, I just hate all the nonsense that comes along with it.50 more days to promos? Go and die ahhahahahahahaha. And happy birthday dez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you try and save the world, pls save the people in your own backyard first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7302738567470859931?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7302738567470859931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7302738567470859931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7302738567470859931' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7578750476929550986</id><published>2009-08-10T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:11:55.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always think abt all the empty promises I've made to her. I wanna chase her all the way to the lift and then smack her pink school bag again, watch her unleash at the playground, giving me a big hug right before she goes up the school bus. I miss how I always force her to watch movies with me in ping's room and she'll always end up sleeping on my lap. I love that kid to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7578750476929550986?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7578750476929550986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7578750476929550986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7578750476929550986' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8371473986782842746</id><published>2009-08-09T01:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:21:08.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to type in proper english structures and end my sentences with a fullstop. So naturally I only read blogs/lj of such kind. I pride a person's writing style over their words itself. I've always been very disgusted by the sight of incessant smileys and acronyms. It gives me the impression that the person is of no intellect. And I can never comprehend the over-usage of "lol" both on blogs and msn alike. It doesnt even make sense to use it anyway because technically it means laugh/laughing out loud, so its more of an emotion than an expression of words. People should say I'm lol-ing now instead of just saying lol and leaving it as it is. Aesthetically speaking, lol doesnt even look good at all. Words ending with the alphabet T are the nicest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8371473986782842746?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8371473986782842746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8371473986782842746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8371473986782842746' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7434432809404592766</id><published>2009-08-09T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:40:40.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah not bad lieutanant jelly puff just called to ask if I want to attend NDP later. He's such an awesome guy who has never lost his temper at me before, though I always disturb him and his SAF personnel almost every year during the parade. That aside, I would like to declare absolute love towards the black knights. Their manoeuvres are the epitome of speed and power fusioned together. I really like the chevron roll and afterburner climb! It should have been shown at last year's NDP instead of the flaming heart shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as "loved". Love has no past tense. If you ever stop loving someone, then you never truly loved them in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7434432809404592766?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7434432809404592766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7434432809404592766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7434432809404592766' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2050953703396633779</id><published>2009-08-07T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:16:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent had b&amp;j ice-cream for quite some time cos no one in the family really bothers to buy it for me anymore. Much thanks to hazel for treating the class today. And I was talking to T abt smth which got me irritated on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: walao she's a bitch &lt;br /&gt;T: she's worse than a bitch. she's a slut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set off to chinese garden with jieqi and duofu. It's such a pretty place! I climbed up the pagoda and I could see the bridge at the japanese gardens. Didnt fully explore the place yet, so I'm definitely going back again one day. Over to the science centre for da vinci exhibit. Leonardo's such a genius. All those mechanic models he came up with are so complex that it's beyond human. I want him to be my friend so he can tutor me for physics and make sure I stop failing it. Stayed a little longer and walked to omni cos I've been wanting to try the telescope at the observatory since ages! Cloudly skies, so couldnt see jupiter/stars. But at least I got to touch it. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very affected by the fact that no one passed me any post-its. Seriously just damn everyone else. You're not even worth fighting for. We'll be history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2050953703396633779?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2050953703396633779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2050953703396633779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2050953703396633779' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8518553832952891202</id><published>2009-08-06T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:24:59.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L: i reblogging my tumblr like siao&lt;br /&gt;L: too many nice things to share&lt;br /&gt;J: share me. i'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;L: i'd rather have you all to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing stuff like these always keeps me warm and fuzzy inside. And pris heung thanks for the sms too, I love you and meet up soon. Not forgetting the awesome message I got from melissa this afternoon as well. Browsed facebook photos and saw the sweet comment gay left on one of the picture we took last saturday. Dont know if you're seeing this, but gay I miss you a hell lot too. Running along corridors,  lying on the floor beside toilets, climbing into rubbish bins and drawing on you while you slept. Those days were the best. Swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8518553832952891202?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8518553832952891202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8518553832952891202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8518553832952891202' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3775734028626489917</id><published>2009-08-03T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:29:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently 3 people in class are H1N1-positive and everyone else is falling sick one by one. I'm waiting for my turn. Another 4 got sent home this morning. You should have seen the class size during chinese, 10 people only. Pathetic. I want to wear mask to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3775734028626489917?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3775734028626489917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3775734028626489917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3775734028626489917' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8850296779152504198</id><published>2009-08-01T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:29:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/6049_109205831913_738746913_2300-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're young only once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8850296779152504198?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8850296779152504198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8850296779152504198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8850296779152504198' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8644640402929268684</id><published>2009-07-31T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:21:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught the hangover movie with xinhua this evening. It's a disgustingly good show. Should be rated M18 instead of NC16. Initially I opted for harry potter but ended up getting my mind tainted with all the crude visuals from hangover argh. Met mom for dinner at manhattan's fish. Tried caesar salad for the first time and its amazing that I could finish it all up, considering how much I hate veggies. The service was pretty good for a mainstream restaurant. But nothing can beat the service at equinox (swissotel stamford). Their service is first class, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial respect I had for you took a sudden plunge the moment I read the words on your facebook status a few days back. Stop ranting abt all the shit we are putting you through. Show some professionalism please and if you're not happy, you should just quit your job and get out of this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8644640402929268684?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8644640402929268684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8644640402929268684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8644640402929268684' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-504899111029836121</id><published>2009-07-30T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:08:02.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome day, done lots of shit except to pay attention. I've been wearing the PE attire to sch in the morning and not changing out of it. Damn smelly and disgusting.Okay maybe changing out doesnt come into the picture. I dont even bring my uniform to school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaked into the lecture hall for geog, by breaking through the back door. It's damn fun cos everyone was stucked outside the hall since the main doors were locked and I was happily figuring the steps/lightings in the dark lecture hall. Bought the fav potato biscuits to munch on during lecture. Luckily james didnt see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if hazel's words were all directed at me this morning cos I failed the fiscal policy and open markets test horribly. I obviously didnt study for it at all thats why all the answers I wrote were completely off. She wrote, "creative answer" on my paper. I'm taking it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm there's maths LT test tmrw. I still cant get the reciprocal graphs right. I'm very confused with the entire chapter actually but I still wanna thank peiyunzxz for her help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-504899111029836121?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/504899111029836121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/504899111029836121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#504899111029836121' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5147384895410765369</id><published>2009-07-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:14:44.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wish everyone's voices could be stripped off for a moment. I hate people who dont know when to stop talking. It irritates me a lot because all I hear is a cacophony of noises penetrating the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have PE at a very unearthly hour tmrw morning. Tonny's fault. I hope we can play smth fun for a change and stay away from that particular ball game with a retarded name I cant rmb. It's stupid how everyone stands in front of the frame and catches the rebound ball and throws it back at the frame over and over again. Games with a certain routine and strokes are not fun at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5147384895410765369?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5147384895410765369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5147384895410765369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5147384895410765369' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7345132556081036018</id><published>2009-07-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:31:30.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the spaces between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the path you leave behind. It's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are. It's the legroom for all the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened then, doesnt matter now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7345132556081036018?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7345132556081036018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7345132556081036018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7345132556081036018' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8399942508451154289</id><published>2009-07-24T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:30:55.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldnt get onto the net since yesterday cos the awesome dad forgot to pay the internet bills. Called singtel, "you have some issues with the billing deparment". The internet will most probably be up fastest by next week, argh. So I'm currently at isabella's place tapping onto her wireless connection. I'm so tired now I dont want to go home. Today is an angry day because duofu rolled his eyes at me. Even my parents dont dare to do that to me. Finally had a taste of pontian(kovan) this afternoon! It doesnt feel authentic though, I bet the one at far east's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm begining to hate K and Z. How come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb one of the posts whereby I mentioned that both the chinese and econs teacher walked out of the class cos they were too pissed off at us? Well, the geog teacher walked out on us today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8399942508451154289?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8399942508451154289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8399942508451154289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8399942508451154289' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3713325002764073226</id><published>2009-07-22T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:14:08.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impromptu decision this morning to skip maths lecture, so I could witness the eclipse on tv. It was so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very moment before totality hits (diamond ring effect)was definitely the most spectacular image ever painted across the skies. Watching how the moon slowly obscured the sun after first contact and leaving parts of China/India shrouded in immediate darkness is simply amazing. If darkness could always be accompained with such wonderful sky views, I'll gladly live in darkness for the rest of my life. Loved the motions after third contact too, when you start seeing glimmers of rays breaking into view. I'm not exagerrating or what cos the eclipse was really damn awesome lor. Those who didnt catch the live coverage of the eclipse, it's really your loss. You could easily browse millions of photos and videos on eclipse and it'll never beat the experience of witnessing that momentous beauty for yourself- even if its through your tv screens. Or maybe it's just me. But yeah whatever I love the things I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3713325002764073226?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3713325002764073226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3713325002764073226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3713325002764073226' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-372525853055150394</id><published>2009-07-21T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:09:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you received some kind of email from me with some photos attached, dont open it cos its a virus link. Stop asking me if the email is a virus or not. I mean, you seriously thought I had photos to share with you? Ah ok I'm just being irritating here cos I'm pissed so dont take offense. I'll pack my stuff and camp over at the new studio apartment this weekend or smth. I need escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm plagued by several issues at hand now and I still have to deal with all the crazy friends of mine. One is busily evolving some shit and another one who just got my handphone number this afternoon, is just plain mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: hi jasmine!&lt;br /&gt;J: who are you?&lt;br /&gt;S: i'm the one whom you were crazily flirting with just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That frog came up to me and asked me some questions pertaining to graphs, she still dare to say I flirt with her. I was too shocked to reply her sms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-372525853055150394?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/372525853055150394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/372525853055150394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#372525853055150394' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-31133126306182024</id><published>2009-07-19T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:58:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because someone doesnt love you the way you want them to, it doesnt mean that they dont love you with all that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living off instant noodles these days. I am going to die young. Caught a little bit of heroes in the afternoon and woah I think I'm addicted to it, show's too awesome to resist. I'll like to  have flying abilities too. Free-falling's the best damn thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-31133126306182024?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/31133126306182024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/31133126306182024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#31133126306182024' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1595291865600406489</id><published>2009-07-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:55:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything will be okay in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1595291865600406489?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1595291865600406489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1595291865600406489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1595291865600406489' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6415131822813120699</id><published>2009-07-17T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:52:21.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made a good mess out of the a'levels chi orals. I was blabbering my own nonsense which most probably doesnt relate to the question asked. Think I will fail chinese horribly, serious.But its ok I just have to eat some choc hello panda and I'll be a happy kid all over again. Meeting isabella and lishan for vball later and having dinner with the family at chomps. I can finally relax and keep my mind off academic matters. This week completely flew past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a major revamp of my life. I feel I'm always in a drifty mode and I can hardly pay attention to anyone/anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the nike bottle in one of the lecture theatres. I cant find it anymore. This is the second one I've misplaced this year. This must be some kind of signal to me. If I lose another bottle,I'm going to quit school. But I'm still hopeful abt finding the nike bottle back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6415131822813120699?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6415131822813120699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6415131822813120699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6415131822813120699' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-665263954161101165</id><published>2009-07-15T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:45:13.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know why she so willingingly gave up that good opportunity away just like that.No considerations, no drawbacks. Just left the rest to die from the repurcussions of it. Gotta admit her sudden leave wasnt exactly a very responsible thing to do. But the thing is, I love people like that. Nonchalance without the lackadaisical element. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP marks are horrendous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure?? All of them?? Everytime? You sure they all do that? How do you know??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments left on my essay section. Putting so many question marks in a sentence isnt really befitting of a GP teacher. Personal view. I dont have good impressions of people who do not write in succint and clear points to get their message across. Argh shit this I have no idea what I'm rambling about. I'm just angry that my handwriting is ugly. There isnt a direct link between both issues but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO DIE WTF LIFE IS SCREWED HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-665263954161101165?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/665263954161101165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/665263954161101165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#665263954161101165' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6110287927544406972</id><published>2009-07-14T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:31:49.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how do we go on from here? I'm stuck, and I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah got back chi results. I got 8 marks subtracted for the compo because I wrote many wrong words. I knew I had a few mistakes here and there cos I didnt have enough time to check through, but cmon 8 marks is drastic. I intially scored 50/60 for my compo ok. Pissed but anyway I just wanna show off only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never paid full attention during lectures/tutorials before.Just realized it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6110287927544406972?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6110287927544406972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6110287927544406972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6110287927544406972' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8851333576602493560</id><published>2009-07-12T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:05:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/0xKcQ6amcoy76uwigIx0fnB7o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/0xKcQ6amcpa3lkl7h3AmGruCo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/0xKcQ6amcp4hqi8rzfs5Py4Yo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/EDuyRLALep1qsj2ldeVyTorfo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/EDuyRLALep2xr44x58y4nGWIo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/EDuyRLALep5wlr79aylkFGLso1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/EDuyRLALepk3n498stpSz64Do1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8851333576602493560?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8851333576602493560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8851333576602493560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8851333576602493560' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6942847607058961780</id><published>2009-07-12T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:34:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jogged. Walked barefooted for one round before I left. My feet felt so cooling. But now it's all red and itchy. Chomps for dinner with the girls. I cannot stop my sudden outbursts of silent laughter. Argh. It's not like there was any joke made or what. I just had to laugh. I must have looked like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon this tumblr filled with architecture stuff. All the houses shown are too gorgeous to be real. I'm going to upload all my favourite ones in a new post. No, it's not because I want to share with you guys. But because after dumping the pictures here, I can delete them away in my folders and free up space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous and feeling sour now. Jealously isnt exactly a very positive emotion. But it evidently shows how much you matter to me. So near yet so far. We havent been talking much. I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6942847607058961780?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6942847607058961780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6942847607058961780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6942847607058961780' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4475768877274030657</id><published>2009-07-11T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:01:29.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a great escape plan tomorrow.I hope everything goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: jasmine you everyday on the computer what you doing&lt;br /&gt;J: I doing work lah&lt;br /&gt;mom: you everyday say you doing work, dont bluff me&lt;br /&gt;J: I really doing work&lt;br /&gt;mom: bet you are busily twittering right&lt;br /&gt;J: twit your ass lah&lt;br /&gt;dad: way to go, jasmine yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures resuming next week. Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4475768877274030657?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4475768877274030657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4475768877274030657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4475768877274030657' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4408351256766698958</id><published>2009-07-11T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:27:58.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T: are you a christian?&lt;br /&gt;J: no, obviously not&lt;br /&gt;J: just look at how much I've sinned&lt;br /&gt;T: yea expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like project work. Because its when everyone's real personality starts showing up one by one. You can distinctively differentiate the slackers from the ones that really stand by their responsibilities and see it through to the very end. And no, this isnt a personal attack or whatsover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed. Not prepared for the things that are coming my way. I need to stop living in my own cave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4408351256766698958?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4408351256766698958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4408351256766698958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4408351256766698958' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3369751948604749369</id><published>2009-07-09T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:49:55.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm incredibly tired now. But I doubt I'll be sleeping anytime soon. I dont have the luxury to do so anyway since the deadline for WR submission is tmrw and there's still loads of stuff to be done. I been on the laptop for 4 hours already. I feel like my soul left me or smth I cant think properly now. Cant wait to get WR over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though PW's sucking the life out of me, I'm enjoying school these days because everything's slow and easy. It's like own time own target. Have been secretly going up to fifth-floor classroom with T to watch heroes right before lectures.Fun. PW discussions every afternoon is entertaining becos you can just hear shouts and sighs all the time. James finally did something useful apart from showing us his useless first class honours thesis. He brought a mobile wireless modem for the class which is damn damn good because the college's iCell connection is so slow it drives people mad. Yesterday I asked if it was because the school forgot to pay the internet bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3369751948604749369?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3369751948604749369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3369751948604749369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3369751948604749369' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5693361125877222868</id><published>2009-07-09T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:28:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WR, oral, econs keynes tutorial, heroes, jerica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily erase someone from your mind. But getting them out of your heart is another story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5693361125877222868?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5693361125877222868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5693361125877222868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5693361125877222868' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6848529179922661306</id><published>2009-07-07T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:08:49.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck meritocracy. If we arent even given equal chances to begin with then really, whats the point of working hard anyway. You can work twice as hard as someone else, and still lag behind them for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to borrow the heroes VCD today and I'm very happy so I went round telling people how excited I am but no one gives a shit abt me. But then again its ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6848529179922661306?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6848529179922661306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6848529179922661306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6848529179922661306' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5160539057095748047</id><published>2009-07-06T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:55:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super tired this morning actually, but I dragged myself to tampines anyway to get a present for jinle. Tried carls jr for the first time and wow, the buger's so big.Now my parents have a good reason to stop complaining that fast food isnt filling anymore. I had frolicks too and somehow the girls there arent as pretty as the ones at serangoon gardens. Got a pair of jeans from uniqlo and I'm so happy with their efficient alteration service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the saddest thing in life, is caring so much for someone and then one day you look into their eyes and listen to them talk and realize that they are gone. All you see in front of you is a stranger with just a known name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5160539057095748047?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5160539057095748047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5160539057095748047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5160539057095748047' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6178554689576889735</id><published>2009-07-05T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:45:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Virgin trip to T3 this afternoon with isabella! Havent been to the airport for a really long time. Chilled the entire time away at coffee bean, with our laptops and dsi. I had a horrible time trying to get my wireless@SG account working. But anyway, I played cooking mama and mario kart on the dsi. I came in first position for 3 consecutive races of the latter, and the dsi just had to run out of batt. Left for hougang in the evening whereby I got a new red mouse for my vaio baby. It's not the common kind of red, but a really really sexy red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aimlessly surfing random websites and blogs right now. Because isabella's using my mobtv account to watch the sneak previews of the current ch8 drama show, so I cant use the account yet. Hmmmm. And I just got a new high score for typing maniac. To those who owned me at bejewelled blitz, you guys should just eat my dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a date with my mom tomorrow, who specially apllied for leave. Now recession everyone damn scared of being retrenched, she still dare to take leave and watch movie with me. Volleyball in the evening too! Excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6178554689576889735?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6178554689576889735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6178554689576889735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6178554689576889735' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1499357392241251272</id><published>2009-07-04T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:51:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/5650_97222103247_759858247_2013235_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/5650_97227468247_759858247_2013523_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/n759858247_2013492_5429475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/5650_97227618247_759858247_2013530_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/5650_97227153247_759858247_2013510_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a334/72degrees/n759858247_2013494_7885658.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1499357392241251272?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1499357392241251272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1499357392241251272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1499357392241251272' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4722999209722540332</id><published>2009-07-04T08:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:52:32.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last mye paper ended yesterday afternoon. I didnt return home the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with xinhua, jinle, jey, pris and seryin at plaza singapura. Those people can really make you laugh until you cry. Seryin kept laughing at me cos she spotted me smiling to myself several times, she laugh until damn high. All of them caught a movie thereafter and dumped me at cathay. Gallivanted around the place and luckily isabella called me up to chat if not I would have died of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus down to east coast park with xinhua and pris after their movie ended. Had a really hard time searching for sparklers and lightsticks. Lazed around coffee bean so pris could charge her macbook. Photobooth craze until 2am. Picture/video's all on facebook! I cant stand those gross expressions of mine and xinhua's, it's so disusting hahahahahaha. Headed over to the beach to find a nice breezy spot to play the paraphernalia we bought. The lightsticks are so pretty. Stayed there till 5am before going over to mac's for breakfast. Afterwhich, we returned to the beach yet again to catch the sunrise. I was so tired by then, I completely dozed off on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 9am now and I'm going to sleep. I hope I wake up in time to meet kings for dinner if not he will nag at me like crazy. And isabella if you're looking at this, text me to confirm if we're still meeting up tmrw k. I scared I forget to text you. Bring yr dsi if we're meeting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4722999209722540332?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4722999209722540332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4722999209722540332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4722999209722540332' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3316313220611290489</id><published>2009-07-02T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:44:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know you, but I've definitely seen you around before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was that you were going through, it's all over already.Rest in peace, girl. I'm sure they all love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3316313220611290489?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3316313220611290489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3316313220611290489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3316313220611290489' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4436242871104061526</id><published>2009-07-01T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:27:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time seems to be passing so slow. It's torturous and unbearable. The higher chinese people are making me so envious, they get two days off. I hope I wont fall asleep during chinese paper tmrw. 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what's worse. Wondering or knowing the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4436242871104061526?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4436242871104061526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4436242871104061526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4436242871104061526' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4936288387743375485</id><published>2009-06-30T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:53:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fear everything. We're just human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only 3 minutes left to save a question thats worth 8 marks during the econs paper. I'm aiming for an E grade. Really, aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought fran patisserie just now, damn nice. One of my goals in life is to try out all the diff pocky flavours in the world. I need to raid the shelves of mediya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4936288387743375485?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4936288387743375485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4936288387743375485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4936288387743375485' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6428008167327650363</id><published>2009-06-29T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:10:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody told me we are not supposed to scribble on the MF 15 booklet because another batch of people are using it again. I completely treated the booklet like a rough paper and even wrote "maths suck" on the cover. I was the only idiot who wrote on the booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheese pizza's ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6428008167327650363?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6428008167327650363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6428008167327650363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6428008167327650363' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-9136977050109048434</id><published>2009-06-28T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:41:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a failure ahhahahahahahaha I'm going to eat hello pandas now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you fail your exams you dont cry. You totally deserve it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya la everyday sleep sleep sleep. Die then you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tmrw you scan through the exam paper first. If its very difficult, then you start coughing a few times and ask the teacher to let you come home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY MOM AND DAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-9136977050109048434?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9136977050109048434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9136977050109048434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9136977050109048434' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5417272956645840277</id><published>2009-06-27T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:49:33.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The death of mj seriously has to stop hogging all the headlines. It's pissing me off. I dont even know him, why do I even care that he died. I'm more worried abt whether anyone's buying dinner for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm self-delcaring that I'm the worst person to make study dates with. So pls think twice if you wanna study with me. I keep dumping people so I can go back home to sleep. RACHEL I'M DAMN SORRY ABT JUST NOW HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5417272956645840277?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5417272956645840277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5417272956645840277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5417272956645840277' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1493311988445269762</id><published>2009-06-26T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:07:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe, I try, I conquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1493311988445269762?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1493311988445269762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1493311988445269762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1493311988445269762' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6684949166310113081</id><published>2009-06-25T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:01:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whether or not you believe in fate, comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault- that if you'd tried better, worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people who'll hear about the people who died, and will say that it was God's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. And then there's my personal favourite. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6684949166310113081?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6684949166310113081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6684949166310113081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6684949166310113081' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5333599056509634587</id><published>2009-06-23T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:27:11.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm secretly happy that the holidays didnt get extended. Seriously cant wait for myes to come soon so everything can just be over and done with once and for all. I'm such a slacker. I'm not even halfway through revision yet. I sleep three times the amount I study. But heck. I'm not going to worry and stress over it, I'm just going to eat hello panda everyday. Damn excited for next friday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vigoriously searching facebook for quizzes to kill the unbearable ennui within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5333599056509634587?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5333599056509634587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5333599056509634587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5333599056509634587' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2500808154608944837</id><published>2009-06-22T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:02:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The soft palate in my mouth is damaged beyond hope. I can feel it slowly peeling off. I ate a pocky in a vertical position right inside my mouth. I'm feeling even worse now, because my mom just brought home two tins of choc cookies from harrods specially flew in from europe. But I cant eat it cos the palate's injured.Why are all the odds against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met both gabriel and jonathan one after the other just now, it was coincidental. Managed to catch up quite a bit with jonathan. At least now I'm aware of everyone's situation back at home. I miss stratford, gabriel, dickson, nicholas and jo very very much. Havent seen them since the christmas party last year. But anyway I really hope jo starts to strive for her goals already. I dont want her to regret. She promised to come join me in jc. Rainbow doughnut, jia you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2500808154608944837?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2500808154608944837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2500808154608944837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2500808154608944837' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4658814182396351415</id><published>2009-06-21T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:26:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Technically I had no breakfast this morning since I woke up in the afternoon. Grabbed a cup of orange juice, was very motivated to clear at least one chapter of physics, took out physics notes, drank somemore orange juice, and received an sms from isabella. She just returned from germany so we met up. And thats when everything went downhill. But since she bought me a bottle of cooling water cos I was having fever, I shall forgive all her wrongdoings and love her all over again hehezx. And isabella if you're looking at this, rmb to collect your nintendo dsi dont forget! If not I cannot play also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought listerine. But I want to try colgate plax though. Couldnt find it just now. Damn sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4658814182396351415?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4658814182396351415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4658814182396351415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4658814182396351415' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-316668415645929181</id><published>2009-06-20T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:12:49.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think I made a smart move in signing up for a mobtv account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching the third episode of unexpected access and I had to pause the video because I just couldnt continue watching it. It's abt a young boy who's at KK hospital dressing up the wounds/burns he got during a fire. The moment you see the nurse removing the previous dressing on him and hearing his wails, it just tears you apart seriously. He's so badly burnt. I'm actually tearing now cos it's really really very saddening to see him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going to summon all the courage I have now and continue watching the episode. It's a real-life footage of a operation on an infant's skull. It's like they tear off the skin on the infant's head and fold it against his eyes so they can begin the operation. I feel queasy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-316668415645929181?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/316668415645929181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/316668415645929181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#316668415645929181' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7909044934122152851</id><published>2009-06-20T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:57:00.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"没有信心的 number one 终究还是 number one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed the entire tpc's sequel. Superb show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7909044934122152851?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7909044934122152851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7909044934122152851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7909044934122152851' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-712229419789939977</id><published>2009-06-19T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:41:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though no one's complaining yet, I know I've been a sucker these days towards the family. I was so angry because no one offered to get the printer inks for me just now even though I stated very explicitly that I wouldnt be free tmrw. So I said some nasty stuff towards them. I'll apologize to them individually later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got down for a short run in the evening with kashing. Immense pain on my left shoulder. But I just want to run. Coincidentally lishan was running at the stadium too! Her new piercings makes me feel inspired to pierce my brain. I wonder if you can actually feel the pain, or  would you actually die before the pain hits. Right, I was just joking and you know it. But it's worth a thought anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I'm meeting pris heung and amp girl for breakfast tmrw at kfc. The breakfast sets looks damn good on the adverts. I'm definitely going to get the waffles one! And isabella can you hurry get yr ass away from germany and come back soon! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If heaven breaks, who's going to fix it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-712229419789939977?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/712229419789939977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/712229419789939977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#712229419789939977' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6080959332435199294</id><published>2009-06-18T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:45:19.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always the people who think they know everything, that turns out to be the ones that actually know nothing. You, too obvious already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I finally got to meet up with rae. I brought her to this super cool study corner at the void deck of kimpoh's house. But halfway through she decided that she wanted to shit so we went up to kimpoh's house to use the toilet. Had to call to make sure someone was in. Then yay so lucky cos dylan was at kimpoh's place too and so is my fav girl jerica! Reached the house, then rae said she got no feel so shit anym. Kill me. Decided to stay on inside the house. I bummed around the place and disturbed jerica hahahahaha she super irritating but damn cute. Cant wait for the exams to end so I can go over for sleepovers since the ng family said they missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave pris heung my facebook account's password so she could make use of it to play those games which has limited tries per day. I pissed her off just now and she's taking revenge by changing my status to "i hate myself hehe ^^". So if you ever happen to chance abt such nonsensical remarks on my facebook status, you know it's not me. But whatever happens pris heung I still love you k, thanks for the daily wake-up calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6080959332435199294?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6080959332435199294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6080959332435199294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6080959332435199294' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3204964725448764581</id><published>2009-06-18T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:00:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe its high time you wake up from yr slumber and take stock of your own life. I cant possibly be watching out for you every minute. I dont want to just walk away and leave you to die. But I have a life. I have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I miss my girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRrhbaq4S6A/SjkvAXZcgrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Zli4x8qYlKk/s1600-h/n625786750_1763562_2574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348357715806421682" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRrhbaq4S6A/SjkvAXZcgrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Zli4x8qYlKk/s400/n625786750_1763562_2574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13891735-3204964725448764581?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3204964725448764581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3204964725448764581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3204964725448764581' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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/_WRrhbaq4S6A/SjkvAXZcgrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Zli4x8qYlKk/s72-c/n625786750_1763562_2574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4436574249996994381</id><published>2009-06-17T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:56:29.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The scariest part about lying is not getting found out, but when you start falling for the lies yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the applet at the DBS page working and carried out the transaction for mobtv. Yes, I've got a mobtv account now. I must watch unexpected access to make my life complete. Its a really cool show cos you get to see embalmer pull out intestines out of corpses. It's super informative. I'm not perverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now, and lover's going to give me a wake-up call later! Get the crime scene plasters for me if you see it tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4436574249996994381?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4436574249996994381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4436574249996994381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4436574249996994381' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-9002385403699470388</id><published>2009-06-16T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:26:07.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm running a fever. Maybe it's becos I ran at 2.30am this morning and bathing straightaway after I came back. I should go down to raffles medical now. I feel as if my soul left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting xinyi tmrw, "can I bring my girlfriend along?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-9002385403699470388?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9002385403699470388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9002385403699470388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9002385403699470388' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-9115864711703384735</id><published>2009-06-16T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:22:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At any crossroads in life, half of us are destined to take a wrong turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-9115864711703384735?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9115864711703384735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/9115864711703384735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9115864711703384735' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-822186830891680078</id><published>2009-06-15T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:15:54.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I was late for the SOT crash course in the morning. I felt so intimidated becos almost every one else in the class is one year older than me. Everyone super kanchiong for a'levels already, they took down notes like crazy. I slept behind the tys book and yeetong didnt catch me. But frankly speaking the course's really useful and for a moment, I felt I could see a glimpse of hope for GP. Yeetong makes alot of sense when he teaches and everything it just so crystal-clear. All teachers under the sg education system should seriously learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show more sincerity if you really want to meet up. I get irritated too, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-822186830891680078?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/822186830891680078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/822186830891680078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#822186830891680078' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3233622911470812995</id><published>2009-06-15T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:19:27.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always knew I approached things differently from most people. Thoughts just arent parallel to social consensus. Never found out why it's so. But after reading some privatised writings of a close friend, I think I've found the reason. I dont need closures. I'm not emotionally tough or whatsover, I just dont need closures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the picture of my life is painted too well, to whomever knows me. Everything is hidden perfectly out of view. Even the closest ones around me don't know anything about me. I'm really really not who you think I am. I dont share secrets with anyone, so its safe to say that practically no one knows me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you love most always turn out to be the ones that breaks your heart the hardest. And its crazy how you just keep fallling in love with them over and over again. I love you five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3233622911470812995?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3233622911470812995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3233622911470812995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3233622911470812995' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3301688326926339923</id><published>2009-06-13T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:39:38.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from a run. What's new anyway. There were hardly anyone around, so I had a very clear view of what's ahead. Feels really good. I dont think I'm addicted to running. It's just easier for me to get started on it now I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many picoult's books on the table. I aim to finish one of it by this holiday. I need to rekindle my love for reading. It's a nice feeling to get yourself all immersed in a good read and just shut out the world completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been doing anything constructive, with respect to the academics. I'm stubbornly clinging on to the notion that I have all the time in the world to finish revising my work. I need to wake up. But before that, lemme catch some movies first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3301688326926339923?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3301688326926339923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3301688326926339923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3301688326926339923' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1184834025842702616</id><published>2009-06-12T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:29:59.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to change the blog layout. Nothing spectacular, nothing fanciful. Just picked a random one from blogger's defaults. But I forgot to save the page elements, hence the missing links and tagboard. I'll get them back pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's being a total bitch. I desperately got a bottled chrysanthemum from the medical hall I passed by this morning. I want to shoot the sun down seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arbitrary turning along the roads, I'd be elsewhere; I'd be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1184834025842702616?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1184834025842702616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1184834025842702616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1184834025842702616' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5969057936894233941</id><published>2009-06-11T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:16:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont know if its the weather or what, but I felt so hot and unsettled last night that I couldnt get to sleep. I'm not exaggerating. I really didnt sleep at all. So I decided to get up and go for a morning run, at 630am. There's hardly anyone around. Surrounding feels really peaceful and serene. A great outlet to sort out your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily put up a pretence and tell you everything's ok. But I'm not doing so because I want you to understand the intensity of the entire situation. Yes, it's a trivial matter and everything will blow over soon. But the thing is, I can forgive but I can never never forget. I dont why I'm made like this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new layout for this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5969057936894233941?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5969057936894233941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5969057936894233941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5969057936894233941' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3082693851392454274</id><published>2009-06-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:08:01.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impromptu decision to bring jerica out for lunch today. Havent seen her for a really long time. If time permits, I'll be bringing her out more often in the future since its much more convenient to do so now. Thank god for circle line, it only takes approx 4 mins for me to get down to bishan from my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ice-cream at haagen dazs after lunch. Or rather, I had. That silly girl didnt tell me she doesnt take ice-cream! I had to finish the 3 scoops of waffle cone ice-cream all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN.WILL.I.GET.THE.CALL.OF.URGENCY.TO.START.MY.REVISION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3082693851392454274?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3082693851392454274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3082693851392454274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3082693851392454274' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-3570171723364740561</id><published>2009-06-10T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:22:35.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Runner, dreamer, lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-3570171723364740561?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3570171723364740561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/3570171723364740561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3570171723364740561' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5993605964613949646</id><published>2009-06-09T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:37:28.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had some green tea snow-ice and I'm suffering from brain freeze now. So I shall not study tonight. I'm quite pissed ok becos I was looking forward to gelare's ice-cream (tues half price!), but there werent any seats for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new bag from airwalk! Isabella got herself one too! And I'm trying to psycho her to  name her ipod 'flippy'. So both our ipods can be flappy and flippy. Anybody with an ipod interested to be floppy? I'm really serious abt naming my ipod 'flappy',  I'm gonna get it engraved on my ipod soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5993605964613949646?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5993605964613949646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5993605964613949646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5993605964613949646' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8785579040265900299</id><published>2009-06-09T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:39:06.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talked to miss hazel for abt 3 hours or so, after the econs lesson just now. Talked abt life, academics, family, people and everything else. I believe we got to know each other more through the things we've shared with one another. Awesome time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have very strong resilience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I looked towards the window for a few seconds before replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah because it takes you further. And higher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet isabella for dinner tonight. That girl's leaving for germany tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8785579040265900299?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8785579040265900299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8785579040265900299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8785579040265900299' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1048816360860443536</id><published>2009-06-08T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:31:04.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A TAGBOARD NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls show some support and tag okay. I will delete the tagboard away if I do not get a respectable amount of tags per day. I get emotionally traumatised when I realize that I'm not as popular as I think. Disillusionment, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use vulgarities on the cbox as well cos I switched the filter off! But you wont be able to insert spastic smileys because I dont like the sight of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1048816360860443536?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1048816360860443536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1048816360860443536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1048816360860443536' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4807098664305837292</id><published>2009-06-06T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:52:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended sheyl ting and elvis low's wedding ceremony at bedok meth church this morning. She looks unbelievably good in her gown and mr low's damn cute when he was serenading miss ting with some song which no one could decipher because of his horrendous singing. Sang several christian songs and prayed for them before their solemnisation and everything’s so strangely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m not a big fan of REW and chapel sessions, I really miss the 10 years over at plmgs whereby everything little thing was covered in pray and worship. I vividly rmb the year I was in primary 3, it was raining during sports day and the teachers made the entire school bow our heads and pray for the rain to stop. And the rain really did stop. Amazing right. This left a very deep impression in me becos it was the year whereby I won the first trophy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time catching up with the plmgs teachers and fellow classmates around. Cant believe hazelin got married last week. And my fav amaths teacher wong gimz leng is still as irritating as ever hahahahahaha. I’m suddenly reminded of the o’levels period whereby she would call me every night to ask me how the papers went. She really encouraged me a lot during that period whenever I rant to her over the phone abt how badly I’m going to fail every paper. Both of us went crazy over the phone on the day aft amaths paper two, we started blabbering rubbish and laughed hysterically at nothing in particular. I’m gonna date her out for a meal someday when I’m finally free from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the food we had during the reception was awesomely nice. Loved the cupcakes and choc fondue! This totally evens out the 5.6km I ran (yes I actually had the motivation to do so) yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4807098664305837292?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4807098664305837292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4807098664305837292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4807098664305837292' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4816612443157245780</id><published>2009-06-05T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:27:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah my head feels like it exploding anytime ahahahaha maybe its becos I didnt take any naps this afternoon. I realized I havent printed abt 30 pages worth of pgeog notes (think I sat through 3 lectures without notes, awesome me) and I cant retrieve it anywhere else either so watch me die for the upcoming mids. I still dont get paleo argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to only touch my books on sunday. It is a sin to study on the first week of the holidays. Aint good for the social and mental development of a teenager. Btw I think that people who say "forever and ever" is stupid. It doesnt even make sense. Forever itself already encompasses the entire eternity of time, there isnt really a pragmatic need for the "ever" behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going for a short run now! I am to live longer and partially because I'm training up for next year's napfa. You believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4816612443157245780?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4816612443157245780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4816612443157245780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4816612443157245780' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8510712536285172718</id><published>2009-06-05T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:04:10.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want you to be ok and get back onto the right track in life. I need you to believe in me. I've got your back, and I swear I wont let you go through all of these alone. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're definitely emotionally more mature than most teenagers your age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the above statement before. But its only in situations like this whereby it really bears significance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8510712536285172718?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8510712536285172718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8510712536285172718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8510712536285172718' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6222224667221230795</id><published>2009-06-04T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:16:33.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back to sch cos I need to settle some stuff. Bummed around the hall by playing vball with some other 0932 people. Headed to the sch library to cool myself and I realized the sch library actually has lotsa awesome movie titles. I'm tempted to borrow everything. Soon, soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: omg i havent started studying for my MYEs yet&lt;br /&gt;J: yea me too&lt;br /&gt;F: i havent even found my notes yet, dont even talk abt studying&lt;br /&gt;K: im screwed lah&lt;br /&gt;F: i dont even feel the urgency to study yet&lt;br /&gt;F: we all are bloody slackers&lt;br /&gt;J: not studying doesnt mean we're slackers. we're just showing some PL spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up for dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6222224667221230795?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6222224667221230795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6222224667221230795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6222224667221230795' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-1109140215112408979</id><published>2009-06-03T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:27:58.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to be a good kid and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I addressed my mom as "baby" and she said I'm annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-1109140215112408979?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1109140215112408979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/1109140215112408979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1109140215112408979' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6395221600999452195</id><published>2009-06-02T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:01:25.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with some 0932 people to play vball at sentosa. Our vball is definitely the most gorgeous one you've ever seen- smashing mixtures of silver, black and neon orange. Played for awhile and decided to head for the kayaks instead. But the tide was low, and the personnel from rasa sentosa didnt allow us to rent the kayaks. Havent been kayaking for a really long time, gotta find some time to do it soon. I want to own a kayak and travel around the world with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a silicon case for flappy (my new iPod hehehehe). It was a good buy since the store was having a sale. All I'm lacking now is a screen protector to make flappy perfect. Sorry if you're irritated by the self-imposed hype over flappy. I'm so happy and excited since its first time I'm owning an iPod. You should have seen kuek, mich and shermin's faces when I kept shoving flappy into their faces and then forcing them to agree with me that flappy looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straits time, sports section's first page. You'll see that acs(i) guy's picture on the righthand side. We started off by running aimlessly around the tanjong pagar estate when we were only 3 years old. Quite amazed that he can actually shine in the field of athletics and being what he is today. If he still tries to pull down my fbts (he has been doing so his entire life, crazy ass)again the next time we meet, I will chop off his legs one day so he cant run anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go do my stuff now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6395221600999452195?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6395221600999452195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6395221600999452195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6395221600999452195' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4775043467605227383</id><published>2009-05-31T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:26:48.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kuek's at town now and I got her to buy the green ipod nano for me. But apparently the store has every single colour esp the green colour one. I'm settling for the blue one anyway, just when I swore to myself that blue will be the last colour I'll take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS.THIS.FATE.OR.WHAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4775043467605227383?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4775043467605227383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4775043467605227383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4775043467605227383' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8552388117374895752</id><published>2009-05-31T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:56:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont like being lied to. I hate you, you, you, you, you, and you. I'm the worst person you can ever lie to, because I can never change my fallacious impression of any of you.  There comes a point whereby I dont even know how to rectify it as much as I want to. Dont apologise please. It doesnt even make sense to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle line is amazing. No startings, no endings. It just goes on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8552388117374895752?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8552388117374895752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8552388117374895752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8552388117374895752' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4420757248460550851</id><published>2009-05-31T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:57:03.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It makes me crazy when everything gets too close for comfort. Maybe all of us should just roll with the punches and react to life’s capriciousness with equanimity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于明白当年你为何这么想逃离这个地方。时间，不一定能够封锁所有无奈与伤痛。我了解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心跳，人人都听得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己的心声，你听过吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你永远都会是那位在空中自由翱翔的空军。 离开了这世界疯狂的地平线。 我，以你为傲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4420757248460550851?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4420757248460550851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4420757248460550851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4420757248460550851' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2299569239592428110</id><published>2009-05-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:52:38.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything would have be fucking alright, only if you all came clean with it. The stark contrast in honesty just made me admire xinyi's courage even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont want to lie to myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up just means you become better able at putting up a front to handle the situation at hand. When circumstances require you to be reticent, you speak not a word more than you ought to; when you're expected to display enthusiasm and fervour, you do just that. Even if it's not who you are. Even if it makes you feel uncomfortable. Conformity is synonymous with adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside, we're all children who got onto the serious side of play-pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2299569239592428110?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2299569239592428110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2299569239592428110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2299569239592428110' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6996908597410229036</id><published>2009-05-30T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:46:18.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Folded a paper aeroplane during the GP paper today. I will definitely fail GP. Just wanted to hurry get it over and done with. The seniors were all playing vball, basketball and tennis already. Seriously couldnt wait to fly out of sch immediately to embrace the holidays (which isnt very significant anyway). I need to take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled dinner at new york new york with isabella and I'm so angry they didnt let us have the cabin seats. I'm paying 7% gst yet I dont even get the freedom of choice in choosing my seats. Walked over to her place and I just lazed around. Couldnt play guitar heroes eventually! I seriously wanna play it! Got over to kovan mrt station to meet inez. She managed to buy a packet of ciggarettes which I'm very impressed cos I usually thought most stores had stringent checks on underage buyers or smth. Next time I'm going to try buying lychee martini off the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta reach sch by 8am tmrw morning to get chayadi's macbook from him before proceeding on with gpp for the rest of the entire morning. Afternoon, heading over to ngee ann pri for ISLE stuff. I'm going to lure my mom out for dinner at marche cos I've been craving for its crepes since forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6996908597410229036?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6996908597410229036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6996908597410229036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6996908597410229036' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-2437146370875984856</id><published>2009-05-27T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:06:27.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like, I really felt scared. It was such a surreal feeling because I havent experience fear for quite a long time. I've had so many rude awakenings, but cmon this one is seriously maniacal okay. Super pissed off. But nvm I will own your disfigured face one day and I'll make you eat my dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont have anything major against the maths tutor, but it's awesomely fun to see the class bitch/gossip abt her. Plus james chia also, his one week urgent leave indirectly screwed our gpp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it might not be measles. maybe its AIDS just that she dont know. wah she in UK, scandalous ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy going to college everyday cos I get to hold the chio tennis racquet. Even though it has splotters of pink all over it, it's seriously damn pretty a raquet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-2437146370875984856?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2437146370875984856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/2437146370875984856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2437146370875984856' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-5903689380033606003</id><published>2009-05-26T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:43:07.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to force the ear plugs in, so I wont be able to hear the words. But I'm all grown up already and I dont really care anymore. These situations always hit the youngest one the hardest. I've been there, done that. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good except for james chia's sudden disappearance. I emphathise with his current situation, but I absolutely hate him for throwing away his reponsibilities towards us as if it's nothing. I dont even see the point in rushing out our gpp if he isnt around alongside with all the stupid conflicting issues the teachers have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up econs essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's one day late, happy birthday huiling! I can never forget how much fun you had whilst turning my sleeping position for me, 180 degrees. Damn cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-5903689380033606003?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5903689380033606003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/5903689380033606003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5903689380033606003' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8692557836828181695</id><published>2009-05-25T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:26:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRrhbaq4S6A/Shq4qHXe4fI/AAAAAAAAArw/SlDCRdpgo-E/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339783341872701938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRrhbaq4S6A/Shq4qHXe4fI/AAAAAAAAArw/SlDCRdpgo-E/s400/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about perspectives. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8692557836828181695?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8692557836828181695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8692557836828181695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8692557836828181695' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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/_WRrhbaq4S6A/Shq4qHXe4fI/AAAAAAAAArw/SlDCRdpgo-E/s72-c/DSC00480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-354473385580232234</id><published>2009-05-24T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:26:51.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Maybe one day, I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 seconds later, the convo box blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, me too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-354473385580232234?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/354473385580232234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/354473385580232234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#354473385580232234' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-6987075176419448964</id><published>2009-05-23T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:25:49.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rushed off to esplanade's recital studio after project smile's party. The play staged by the nus scholars club was really good. I like how all the stories unfolds and brings out the deeper meanings that lie within a simple wedding affair. The plot is seriously good, but thats a little wonder considering the fact that almost every crew is doing their honours in english lit, and what more- they are the scholars of nus, no joke. I went for the play just to support timothy, with no expectations. And I came out of it pleasantly surprised. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent gotten over some stuff yet and I really hope everyone else can be a little bit more sensitive to the things they say. Everything happened so fast and I dont even have time to register the change of momentum. It's scary to realize how much it actually matters to me yet I'm not even fighting for it. But then again, I'm sure there's bound to be better plans for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to isabella seriously screws half my life up because it always diverts my focus away from whatever task I have on hand. Without me, she drowns in sadness everyday . I inject vibrancy into her life, and her words can testify to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you just cracked me up "&lt;br /&gt;" you just made me happy again"&lt;br /&gt;" you are seriously damn funny"&lt;br /&gt;" you're damn funny, love you man"&lt;br /&gt;" I need you to entertain me for the rest of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have joined the joke club at the beginning of the year. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-6987075176419448964?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6987075176419448964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/6987075176419448964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6987075176419448964' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-421294087288870487</id><published>2009-05-21T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:21:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed back for a game of volleyball with the class. Super fun, swear. Played in the atrium and whacked the ball in every direction. Completely made a fool out of ourselves in front of sch. But its seriously freaking fun. It bonds everyone together hahahahahaha there were random people crashing our game at every point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a revelation today. I've been living in a cave. I saw no.8 for abt 10 times today. And this is ownage, "the rugby guys said she is not pretty, but she has a very nice ass". Heard it and I almost wanted to spit my milo out. Academia beckons right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-421294087288870487?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/421294087288870487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/421294087288870487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#421294087288870487' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-4576863806261070430</id><published>2009-05-20T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:02:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost one, gained one. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was pretty good. Had a testimonial match with the seniors and we got trashed, badly. But at least I managed to score a goal for our team and the pretty econs lecture girl cheered for&lt;br /&gt;一转眼&lt;br /&gt;眉头聚满乌云 me! Tried to do ball drills but I ended up catching air. The atrium's floor is slippery that I cant jump and land properly! Angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从来快乐悲伤都自己叹息&lt;br /&gt;忘了我也值得被关心&lt;br /&gt;一双手一个梦&lt;br /&gt;一路上不断的俯冲痛到&lt;br /&gt;忘了要怎么喊痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chi local drama is hitting yr screens next thurs. It has the best drama theme song I've ever heard. So damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-4576863806261070430?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4576863806261070430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/4576863806261070430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4576863806261070430' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-8840529982765564131</id><published>2009-05-18T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:28:29.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miraculously passed the 2.4km run! I'm officially freed from PT. I hope I'm allowed to retake my IPU again, so I can upgrade my silver award to a gold. I promised to accompany mich baby anyway! I ran with the first batch which is absolute madness because it consisted of all the guys and their speed completely screwed my pacing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported the volleyball team at the a'div finals. It's the first time I really cheered/screamed for the sch. I was jumping around after the girls team trashed vjc to clinch national champions. Stayed on for the guys match against hwa chong and seriously, their banners are intimidating enough alr. Met jillian there as well! Damn long never see her, she's still as cute. Kuek and I were commenting on every damn thing during the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" the ball so low also cannot hit"&lt;br /&gt;" they know how to play one or not "&lt;br /&gt;" the ball just flew past her and she didnt even hit it. is she blind "&lt;br /&gt;" why they anyhow hit the ball, they never learn physics is it "&lt;br /&gt;" walao hit one ball only, he also can fall down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the coolest quote of the day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"should ask jasmine to go down and play la, she very good one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be happy forever. Plus you can never guess whose picture I just stuck onto my wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-8840529982765564131?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8840529982765564131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/8840529982765564131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8840529982765564131' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891735.post-7450128599549198539</id><published>2009-05-17T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:39:43.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally trimmed my hair today.Brother must be so happy because he has been nagging at me to do so for abt 3 months already. Now my hair's kinda thin and I have no idea how I'm gonna tie it tmrw. There's hardly any hair left to be tied. Btw tmrw's school consists of only the napfa 2.4km run (which I seriously want to get a grade D for) and one period of PW which is highly insignificant becos james has nothing to teach us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother brought me down to serangoon gardens for dinner at pow sing and I had frolicks as well. They didnt have my fav peach flavour.I am so angry I want to rip all the frolick badges off the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy, I spent the weekends bumming around and havent started on any work yet. I cant do the national accounting tutorial at all. I dont even understand what the macro textbook is blabbering abt. Frustrating! I want to get the red iPod nano but epicentre doesnt carry it. Its quite funny how I tried to google epicentre's website and I've got all the earthquake-related stuff coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891735-7450128599549198539?l=revanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7450128599549198539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891735/posts/default/7450128599549198539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revanor.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7450128599549198539' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00357583792907043834</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></entry></feed>
