<?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-12145839</id><updated>2011-12-18T22:30:53.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>littleuglyduckling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116517094822518915</id><published>2006-12-04T01:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:45:21.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:150;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you wonder where? and what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me, because i can't reach you, you, you and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think i want to avoid &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; , dont bother finding out or my words &lt;em&gt;will be hurting each and everytime &lt;/em&gt;(and you wonder why it sounds so familiar;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116517094822518915?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116517094822518915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116517094822518915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/12/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116473130035857442</id><published>2006-11-28T23:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:31:02.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm helping a friend to advertise, ex-next-to-me-ruler-beating-classmate!&lt;br /&gt;EVA CHIN!&lt;br /&gt;need a personalised shoe, book, website or anything else?&lt;br /&gt;find eva chin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:hocus_pocus7@hotmail.com"&gt;hocus_pocus7@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are only sketches!&lt;br /&gt;and she can design , colour according to your preference.&lt;br /&gt;price is negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;quick, before she gets too busy!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/punkrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/400/punkrock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/flowery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/400/flowery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/comical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/400/comical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116473130035857442?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116473130035857442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116473130035857442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-helping-friend-to-advertise-ex-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116470561593418722</id><published>2006-11-28T15:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:20:15.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish</title><content type='html'>I have decided to remove the post on her because my ultimate aim was to vent and i think it is very much achieved. It was not to change anything about us(kb, if you think i still have this wish, you're wrong), not to get my friends around me to hate her,not for nasty comments, not for tea and sympathy,and i realised , its not to provoke her for a reply. So i removed, to prevent those unintended consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad to once again, feel the loves of my life:)&lt;br /&gt;My BestBud&lt;br /&gt;Animal family-jaime,kb,quanrui&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;and maybe :)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And khayboon thank you for irritating me,&lt;br /&gt;you asked if there's any wish i want to fulfil that is within you abilities,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a 5day/wk job that earns me $1500 a month and it better not involve any standing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to open up a restaurant, all classy and yet affordable.&lt;br /&gt;(with yoke sun cooking the famous tom yam, with eugene seducing all the customers, with janice attending to difficult customers, with jaime designing our uniform, with ahpek&amp; wendy putting their BIT&amp;amp;Marketing skills in the selling it online and advertising, with you testing all the food and with me, collecting money.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to get AAA A1 for my A's.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get into the Singapore Netball team.&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn back time to when i was 11 so i can play basketball all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what is within your ability? increasingly impossible isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEN I SAY NONE, I MEAN &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're driving at the friendship wish last year but i'm no longer naive.&lt;br /&gt;And a wish is something out of my reach, so just &lt;u&gt;forget it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116470561593418722?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116470561593418722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116470561593418722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-wish.html' title='my wish'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116455925495376096</id><published>2006-11-26T23:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:40:54.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's life.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2156/476/1600/471854/FunnyPart-com-laughing_behind_your_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2156/476/400/522129/FunnyPart-com-laughing_behind_your_back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116455925495376096?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116455925495376096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116455925495376096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116447583616045614</id><published>2006-11-26T00:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:41:16.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you, i want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;REPOSTED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;since you asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost the thing for blogging and then its &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n she talks abt me in her blog again!!! i dont uds&lt;br /&gt;why she hates me so&lt;br /&gt;much.had been friggin 2 years alrdy. i onli hao xin wish her&lt;br /&gt;all e best for&lt;br /&gt;A's and she suddenly dig up all the past stuffs AGAIN.i alrdy&lt;br /&gt;apologised n&lt;br /&gt;all. mayb its reali difficult for her to forgive or i duno wad&lt;br /&gt;la.but ya tis&lt;br /&gt;post of hers was actually quite lenient alrdy. her previous posts&lt;br /&gt;were so&lt;br /&gt;much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took you so long to realise that what you claim&lt;br /&gt;as a&lt;br /&gt;friend is already long gone. I'm the someone you paid the least or even&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;of attention to. Yet ,you've always been the one i paid most of mine to.&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, its not your hectic life that made the distance, its where you&lt;br /&gt;place that me in you. I reckon it is definitely not anywhere near to your&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not keep the friendship if it means patching up and&lt;br /&gt;feeling the&lt;br /&gt;distance again and again. It is enough to kill. When was the&lt;br /&gt;last time you saw&lt;br /&gt;my face? do you even remember? My last birthday, all i&lt;br /&gt;wanted was presence. And&lt;br /&gt;sorry was the word you gave, and it has always been&lt;br /&gt;the case . I'll get back to&lt;br /&gt;you after i obtain a diploma on how to treat you&lt;br /&gt;as someone who dont matter much&lt;br /&gt;anymore. Like getting a diploma, it takes&lt;br /&gt;years. I know things won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;anymore. Meanwhile, you can just get&lt;br /&gt;back to your life, nothing new isnt it? It&lt;br /&gt;has always been without me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and altho i said im gona hate her , i know&lt;br /&gt;its all my fault.her&lt;br /&gt;words are always so hurting.each n everytime.I dun even&lt;br /&gt;remb how i make&lt;br /&gt;myself fall into this type of situation with her.but i'll always&lt;br /&gt;remb e fun&lt;br /&gt;and sweet times i had with her last time:)oh man. suddenly with proj,&lt;br /&gt;lack&lt;br /&gt;of sleep and all floodin me now. and wit her tis post, i suddenly wana cry&lt;br /&gt;la.ARGH ITS NOT LIK I COMMIT ANY CRIMES, WHY CANT SHE JUS FORGIVE N&lt;br /&gt;FORGET!!!!!!!!!!KILL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first you admitted that it is you. did you realise i didnt even mention&lt;br /&gt;your name?&lt;br /&gt;so your subconscious mind must be going...&lt;br /&gt;took so long to&lt;br /&gt;realise liting is already &lt;em&gt;long gone&lt;/em&gt; - tick&lt;br /&gt;paid the &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; attention to&lt;br /&gt;liting - tick&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; my hectic life that made the distance - tick&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;em&gt;not even near&lt;/em&gt; my heart - tick&lt;br /&gt;the friendship will be breaking up(i can't&lt;br /&gt;be bothered) and patching up again(when i suddenly think of you, one in a&lt;br /&gt;million years) - tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; giving a sorry when she ask me out - tick&lt;br /&gt;always been &lt;em&gt;a life without her&lt;/em&gt;, so insignificant - tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then "OH BITCH TALKING ABT ME AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;Like you can quote mine in your blog, i can too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since, you dont know why...&lt;br /&gt;then let to clear your doubt meaning - more hurtful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;at this point, you can leave if you can't be bothered, or like you said, afraid to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;also, there goes my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2years back,&lt;br /&gt;we got our results and also decided to play netball with juniors the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;almost all of you gave me a reluctant yes so i asked again, but all of you still agreed.&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that ALL of you are discussing &lt;em&gt;behind my back&lt;/em&gt; on how to get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;that night, my phone is suddenly flooded with all the smses at the same time saying you guys cant go, leaving me to settle all the stuff with doreen and apologising for that.&lt;br /&gt;and how nice,&lt;br /&gt;i found out that you guys went tp to check out courses &lt;em&gt;behind my back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason you gave, you don't know what course to take.&lt;br /&gt;of all people , why you?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be furious if i didnt know that.&lt;br /&gt;do you even think that i've any choice in mind? i was more clueless than anyone of you and yet none of you even bothered to ask and think about asking me along.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i tried avoiding tp as one of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if esther was the netball captain, would it have been esther going through all this?&lt;br /&gt;that is why when miss teng and miss geeva ask me whether i'm confident and willing to be the ny captain . i gave a firm no because im afraid things will turn out this way. And it is this &lt;em&gt;sole&lt;/em&gt; reason, i refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.i felt. i felt. that they weren't there when i needed sum1.not even a&lt;br /&gt;'hello'despite the times i stood by them.they're always to busy for me.i&lt;br /&gt;dunno.maybe it wasnt really a frienship anyway.i was being a mere nanny of&lt;br /&gt;their.comforting you when u cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, i soon got over it.&lt;br /&gt;and you know all the time, i won't be the one saying sorry, i won't be the one breaking the ice.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, those who didnt start talking to me after that, were all outta my life.&lt;br /&gt;i know esther did try, but my blog pissed her off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(i stop &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to hate her when i see all the effort she put in her handmade stuff just for me. )&lt;br /&gt;You and i started talking a little at the gathering at kb house and swimming at wendy house.&lt;br /&gt;But you really drifted away ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Until my bday, i thought you would at least spare some time for this little celebration.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether it was an excuse or a reason, you said you dont have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;i even wanted to change the place to sumo house to make it more affordable which wendy&lt;br /&gt;gave the reply "WA..BUDGET"&lt;br /&gt;maybe you just cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what was my birthday wish that year?&lt;br /&gt;It was to get &lt;em&gt;esther and your friendship&lt;/em&gt; back in place.&lt;br /&gt;(i don't know why i want it back when it has always been a onesided/way thing)&lt;br /&gt;but i know that is beyond reach and i wouldnt wish for it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soon got over that birthday thing, until...&lt;br /&gt;i happen to chance upon weijie's blog,&lt;br /&gt;so you especially went to give someone a surprise(at the 'glasshouse' ) to make up for his birthday that you didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;well well, i wouldnt be all so worked up if you were saying all the nice things about him in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you bother to make up for someone that you didnt really like,&lt;br /&gt;then i must be someone you really hate or dont even bother about.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to think about all those things i did for you , &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; you're my best friend and thought you felt the same, and only to deserve all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be the last to know about your new bf, which apparently is not new by the time i got to know thru wendy.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that you did confessed to me about, is that your heart no longer thumps when you see him and you know what? thats the first thing i heard about your bf.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people ask me about you thinking we're bestfriends when i know in fact nothing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for always making time for that group and none for animal family, whats more for me?&lt;br /&gt;i hate to think about all the things you all said about each other behind each others back and having to get away with it,still happy and close.&lt;br /&gt;while when i say it in your face, when i show how i feel, i'm left&lt;em&gt; all alone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate how i could be all of your secret bin those years, i get to hear all the nasty stuff you say about each other, and having to keep it to myself and seeing you smiling and playing with the one you talked about.&lt;br /&gt;remember how some of you said, "she is boycrazy, behave very differently when there is *** around" , " dont care about her lah, she is always this *****"...&lt;br /&gt;dont get it wrong, i'm not trying to break all of you up, i guess you guys are not like this anymore. i just dont get it, would you rather i talk behind your back or say it in your face?&lt;br /&gt;everybody get angry sometimes, and it is always me taking all the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok maybe i get angry many times. fine.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh it all dont matter now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry will not cure because thats about where you stop.&lt;br /&gt;you dont even bother meeting up, smsing, and even talking on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like any relationship, when you end with a sorry and nothing else,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is gone and probably thats what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sore about it because i feel so stupid to actually think you're really my bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;to actually try to ask for help when "you use candles in your house",&lt;br /&gt;to try and cover up when kaichen ask about it,&lt;br /&gt;to surprise you with meesiam when you didnt bring enough money,&lt;br /&gt;to defend you when some people talk about you behind your back,&lt;br /&gt;to worry about your problem - bf ,family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you there with me during my toughest times?&lt;br /&gt;no, not toughest because you are the reason for my toughest time.&lt;br /&gt;i know i may not talk about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;but that is because you always thought i was strong enough to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;so none of you even bothered to just - be there.&lt;br /&gt;too busy, working, shopping, clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;em&gt; no&lt;/em&gt; time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope we didnt go into the same kindergarten so i won't be bothered about talking to you during sec1 and we probably won't become what i think as "bestfriends".&lt;br /&gt;i really wish you didnt give me that pillow because all it did was made me dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel really stupid,people are always troubled about boyfriends and love while mine is all about you and them.&lt;br /&gt;when i listen to sad songs like this, its you i see.&lt;br /&gt;its you i blog.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;please tell me what you did for me, what is it that is so worth forgiving , so worth forgetting about all those bad memories,&lt;br /&gt;so i wont hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i was trying so hard to hate you that i have forgotten about those fun and sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do now is to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;because you allowed me to.&lt;br /&gt;tell me something that i'm at fault ,&lt;br /&gt;maybe that will stop me from saying those harsh things.&lt;br /&gt;to me, those memories is as vivid as thou yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;you think its easy to forgive and forget?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you think i dont want to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its hurting me more than it hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;i still wish i'll have nice things to say about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joined netball.&lt;br /&gt;found oUt my KINDERGARTEN friend.&lt;br /&gt;F-E-L-I-C-I-A!&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;didn't remember me.&lt;br /&gt;until i showed her our photo.&lt;br /&gt;silly kitten&lt;br /&gt;*oh&lt;br /&gt;damn*&lt;br /&gt;why am i stating the obvious!?&lt;br /&gt;we're got closed very soon.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's cuz we known each other once?&lt;br /&gt;lols. sounds weird .&lt;br /&gt;i remember she told me abt e "raisin" .&lt;br /&gt;her secret i guess.&lt;br /&gt;when we're not&lt;br /&gt;even in the same class den.&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna say who e "raisin" is.&lt;br /&gt;or she'll&lt;br /&gt;kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;felicia ..&lt;br /&gt;felicia used to be weak n like a water tap.&lt;br /&gt;keep crying n crying.&lt;br /&gt;cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;after numerous love failures.&lt;br /&gt;she finally came out with a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;no love is forever.&lt;br /&gt;well. i&lt;br /&gt;do agree.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;but words affect her a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;remember.&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat they say.&lt;br /&gt;cuz words&lt;br /&gt;cant bring u down.&lt;br /&gt;next time maybe i wun have a chance to console u&lt;br /&gt;so u&lt;br /&gt;better remember huh.&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;she's very fun to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;always giggle n&lt;br /&gt;luff at e slightest joke.&lt;br /&gt;when she hears somethin shocking.&lt;br /&gt;her eyes&lt;br /&gt;will become bigger than e original 2cm.&lt;br /&gt;n go "HuH!?"&lt;br /&gt;and when we tell&lt;br /&gt;her we're jk.&lt;br /&gt;she hit u on the hand.&lt;br /&gt;luff n say "wu liao" or "childish"&lt;br /&gt;when she herself finds it funny.&lt;br /&gt;she loves to go KBOX.&lt;br /&gt;n sing.&lt;br /&gt;she love her voice.&lt;br /&gt;so she dun like ppl to sing along&lt;br /&gt;when she's&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;so better be careful.&lt;br /&gt;or the sick cat will becum -tiger!&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hates to hear me say e name&lt;br /&gt;j-a-m-e-s&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;she used to be&lt;br /&gt;vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;nv say "cb", "knn".&lt;br /&gt;is now hardworking&lt;br /&gt;lol .. must be my influence leading this stray cat onto e right path. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i guessed its esther who told you about the previous entry? esther tell her about this again.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear what she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;thou not for your sake, say something to let me stop trying to hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its easier holding on then letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank el* for alerting me about that. i'd rather not be left in the dark. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;el , you rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and of course, i'll treasure those loves i have in my life now&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116447583616045614?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116447583616045614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116447583616045614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-you-i-want-to.html' title='i hate you, i want to.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116248466101100899</id><published>2006-11-02T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:27:32.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>real ups ,downs and a BANG like a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up: was angela ,the postcard that she gave and we're finally talking again. are you reading this? lets not break our promise and crash tp together with the rest okay! (except that its one year later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down: stupid bus driver, how do you want both of us to flag the bus early when the bus already stopped? and excuse me, it is us running to the door and with you looking right at us. stop making use of the stupid "flag your bus early" campaign to humiliate weak-looking girls like us.(but definitely not) I'm glad you did shut up when i told you to. Stupid campaign and with&lt;strong&gt; some&lt;/strong&gt; bloody rude bus driver. World class transport system? want more singaporeans to take the public transport? DREAM ON.(at least not until you get rid of the pest on the bus- including the drivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG: It took you so long to realise that what you claim as a friend is already long gone. I'm the someone you paid the least or even none of attention to. Yet ,you've always been the one i paid most of mine to. Like i said, its not your hectic life that made the distance, its where you place that me in you. I reckon it is definitely not anywhere near to your heart. I'd rather not keep the friendship if it means patching up and feeling the distance again and again. It is enough to kill. When was the last time you saw my face? do you even remember? My last birthday, all i wanted was presence. And sorry was the word you gave, and it has always been the case . I'll get back to you after i obtain a diploma on how to treat you as someone who dont matter much anymore. Like getting a diploma, it takes years. I know things won't be the same anymore. Meanwhile, you can just get back to your life, nothing new isnt it? It has always been without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know what you're thinking, scold me for being so sadistic if you want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116248466101100899?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116248466101100899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116248466101100899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/11/real-ups-downs-and-bang-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116186024523687365</id><published>2006-10-26T17:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:58:44.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QA3-wT2k4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rg7Dl7n8bY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116186024523687365?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116186024523687365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116186024523687365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/10/videos.html' title='videos'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116084853684277543</id><published>2006-10-15T00:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:55:36.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2Acsmzdu1bsXKw&amp;amp;notag=1"&gt;share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2Acsmzdu1bsXKw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116084853684277543?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116084853684277543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116084853684277543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-of-schools-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116084733081176001</id><published>2006-10-14T23:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:53:11.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/CIMG1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/CIMG1052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY THE THIRTEEN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really friday the thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont want to post the closeup pic taken by huimin because its damn gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after this i continued playing and ended up having terrible muscle cramp that is still hurting now. The worst has yet to come though. I went home and whined to my mum about it and she so sweetly gave me this tube and told me to apply it saying that it helps in healing and its 'cooling' after application. So i did what was told. At first, i only applied a lil' but there's no effect so i used much more .&lt;br /&gt;and my wound became &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BURNING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Worst of all, i realised that tube is for irritated skin. burns and not for wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy, thanks ar!&lt;br /&gt;that is so &lt;em&gt;helpful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So was friday the thirteen, graduation day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't so pleasantly memorable&lt;br /&gt;unlike in btss's,&lt;br /&gt;when you think that after this day everything is gonna change(and it did)&lt;br /&gt;and you just dont wanna move on&lt;br /&gt;you wish time stood still and you secretly wanna tear every moment of that day.&lt;br /&gt;okay, more like 'I' than 'you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things i want to say,&lt;br /&gt;but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shulian (butterfly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- always adding colours to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoe (penguin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cold on the outside yet adorable inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl (monkey)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- always laughing WITH me at my weird jokes even when its not funny, she'll try to force a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huimin (bear)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- always the one who looks for me and i look for when i feel so fed up with all the weird people.&lt;br /&gt;And also&lt;strong&gt; Angela , my mortal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone who is still so special even after whatever that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without anyone of you, life would have been very different in nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the netballers of course, esp. Jokkuan, Liqi and Yingxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/CIMG1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/CIMG1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who impacted my life in one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116084733081176001?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116084733081176001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116084733081176001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-thirteen-was-really-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-116020554885209702</id><published>2006-10-07T14:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:19:08.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the really  &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherylyeo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankss to yoouuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jok :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arjha:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was late this year but at least im the first for your 18th , haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;min:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=" it was that long/short all along? haha you too! AAA A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll relink soon ! i'm not okay :(  mugging for A levels. but i'll be okay in 40days time! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiayin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug hard too :) the song is "when there was you and me" i can send you if you're online if you dont mind risking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-116020554885209702?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116020554885209702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/116020554885209702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry-for-really-slow-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115907881940725263</id><published>2006-09-24T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:26:17.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kitty flamingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is strictly for kitty flamingo aka baoxin's fans only.&lt;br /&gt;unless you're gay, dont bother to play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it our baoxin imitating miss swan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-lYnGoMG9I" width="450" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MK-jg3NMU4" width="450" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4K_9m1JMg0" width="450" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a lil' bit of janice :)  - please lower your speaker's volume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-pnA9B1QeI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-pnA9B1QeI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115907881940725263?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wongbaoxin.&lt;br /&gt;"my mother say..... you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8Dsqtoa1Z0" width="450" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;forever bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115903779221012187?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115903779221012187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115903779221012187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/09/cookie-making-videos.html' title='cookie making videos.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115894780048428767</id><published>2006-09-23T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:11:25.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims.</title><content type='html'>stop to exam trauma but not an end.&lt;br /&gt;(next up : SICKENING ALEVELS. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/Mugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/Mugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/exam%20trauma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/exam%20trauma.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115894780048428767?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115894780048428767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115894780048428767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims_23.html' title='prelims.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115860064057734918</id><published>2006-09-19T00:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:30:40.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when there was me and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m standing here but all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Cause now I have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I don&amp;#39;t really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream when I&amp;#39;m not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star that&amp;#39;s coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled you made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m only left with used-to-be&amp;#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you&amp;#39;re not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star just don&amp;#39;t come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Cause now, even I can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&amp;#39;t believe that I could be so blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s like you were floating while I was falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&amp;#39;t mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115860064057734918?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115860064057734918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115860064057734918'/><link 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgPsJmzY0l4" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANOTHER BABY AT MOS&lt;br /&gt;(ignore my hair please . my rubber band gave way. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkSBMCun1xk" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;half work and half play makes liting a dumbass!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the stupid things i do .&lt;br /&gt;- and yes konniekao , its a youtube video &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;. harh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SQF-SwDiVq0" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLpFN0ObU2Q" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115842712412514551?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115842712412514551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115842712412514551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/09/b-b-i-e-s-and-me.html' title='B A B I E S And me.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115833897245275925</id><published>2006-09-15T23:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:49:32.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;prelims spells disaster for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;catastrophic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whether maths, geo or the manageable econs ( or so they say)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can hardly tell myself - its okay, its only prelims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because the next is A levels and i'm far from being prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOD &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAVE &lt;/span&gt;ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kept listening to "when you believe" &amp; "through the rain".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- there can be miracles when you believe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes im in need of a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever i'm down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i turn to you - bunny swan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HARH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks tooo youuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss swan gives you wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... maybe its okay if i fail A's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be a PE teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLAY ALL DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115833897245275925?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115833897245275925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115833897245275925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims.html' title='prelims.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115773785715663399</id><published>2006-09-09T00:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:50:57.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>COME QUICK</title><content type='html'>The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Good things are about to happen that will make you forget all the recent bad stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all your career plans aren't moving forward as quickly as you'd like. (BIGTICK)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that terse conversation you had with a friend is still unresolved.(BIGGERTICK) Maybe you're tired of waiting for that phone call that seems less and less likely to come. No matter what negatives you're feeling now, you need to remember that there are many new opportunities and ideas that have achieved a solid foothold in your life. Good things are about to happen, and they'll make you forget all the bad stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THINGS COME QUICK~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115773785715663399?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115773785715663399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115773785715663399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-quick.html' title='COME QUICK'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115764803458939002</id><published>2006-09-07T23:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:53:54.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbyefelicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got it, fw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what took me so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not your hectic life, its not some misunderstandings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 complete years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deleted,deleted, deleted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope our paths will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; meet,&lt;em&gt; ever&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and whoever, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please don't ask .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't even mention it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115764803458939002?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115764803458939002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115764803458939002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbyefelicia.html' title='goodbyefelicia'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115410216429389352</id><published>2006-07-28T21:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:37:34.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>random. almost last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without my specs, i'm as blind as a bat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i dislike chocolate-like leeches, but i think its not really that bad afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna puke when i see your so sweet yet so insincere smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would like to think i have a unique sense of humour that is incomprehensible, not lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i do appreciate those who still care to listen, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my nanyang endorphins. zoe, huimin, shulian,cheryl and angela too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want all of them to score AAA and A1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss animal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have 3months more to A levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this blog is gonna be officially pronounced dead on 1august.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am gonna be a full time nerd, so excuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during my MIA, whatever just sms me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call me out to mug, i'll be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate bad service, tampines mall's longjohn is the last place i want to dine at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to get a driving license!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to learn to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think, im starting to like black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though green still appeals to me most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna play netball badminton basketball and pepsi cola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna bring my dad and mum to sakura, i think they'll love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i noticed many people are really troubled today, everybody cheer up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever you have a problem, "dont say god i have a big problem!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say, " hey problem i have a big God "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope no words, no actions, no amount of stress will bring all of you down, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115410216429389352?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115410216429389352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115410216429389352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-almost-last-post.html' title='random. almost last post'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115375326311821202</id><published>2006-07-24T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:01:03.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOODBYE MY DARLING RABBITS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115375326311821202?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115375326311821202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115375326311821202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye-my-darling-rabbits.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115348386500337028</id><published>2006-07-21T19:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:15:25.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;she walked alone, yes w-a-l-k when everyone else is skating .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)supercute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/79Y46rg3IXg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115348386500337028?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115348386500337028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115348386500337028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-girl.html' title='little girl'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115347980251171400</id><published>2006-07-21T17:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:03:22.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up late and ruined my plans for today:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i slept for like eons, but my eyebag just wont go away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so in the end, i ps-ed the class and fantong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp to huimin who tried giving me morning calls but to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess i missed out the pooling, bowling, playing and dining at settlers cafe and tp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awww. i want the chicken chop:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fantong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mac breakfast tml, i swear i'll wake up in time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went jogging around the neighbourhood again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i felt my age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jog for 30mins, and even slower than in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, im old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i could still bounce and sprint like how i always do in chaichee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing block catching, ice and water, police and thief .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to grow younger and younger:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more play and less work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea, dream on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss chaichee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish there are friends ,like those in chaichee, in sembawang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so they can PLAY with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay maybe not police and thief and all those games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but basketball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think im going to get a basketball, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but meanwhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll mug hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daddy bought me a new study table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why i've been doing my tutorials:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also new bed for me and my sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why i am sleeping longer than i should, recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and joshua's words is still in my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, more like preying on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its freaking me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARRRR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115347980251171400?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115347980251171400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115347980251171400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-woke-up-late-and-ruined-my-plans-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115280549748964856</id><published>2006-07-13T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:48:25.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life is full of lots of up and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the distance feels further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When it's headed for the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's nothing more painful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then to let your feelings take you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When there's many thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And feelings that you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you might feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;let me walk with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And when you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A friend to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When the whole world is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be your shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be your friend to rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the whole world's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't be alone 'cause i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When everything is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And your feeling like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's no use going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't give it up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll help you work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With you till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll always be the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To firmly hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No matter what is said or done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our love will always continue on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can understand how you feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be there whenever you want me to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as much as people say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness shared is doubled, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Sadness shared, is halved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think yours is any near to being halved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i won't give up trying to ease your pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know i'll always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you got to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Isaac Asimov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115280549748964856?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115280549748964856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115280549748964856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-precious.html' title='my precious'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115159751703442407</id><published>2006-06-29T23:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:17:53.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i deserve more cheers now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up to jog in the morning before maths paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was actually dragged out of my bed by my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mind you, my mum is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she can run 4km without stopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so next time when i say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"my mum can run faster and further than you do!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its no joke:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's a wonderwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115159751703442407?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115159751703442407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115159751703442407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-deserve-more-cheers-now-i-woke-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115141295508673450</id><published>2006-06-27T19:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:08:11.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;three cheers for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after like 2months, finally went jogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;non-stop for slightly more than 30mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though needless to say, my speed was comparable to a snail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115141295508673450?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115141295508673450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115141295508673450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/three-cheers-for-meafter-like-2months.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115133897879093924</id><published>2006-06-26T22:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:22:58.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'>no kathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 hours of doing maths and writing essay kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;schools should never do such a thing to a poor 17-year old girl like me:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Zoe and i &lt;strong&gt;stoned&lt;/strong&gt; throughout the journey home, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and there is no kathy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despite telling you, you got the wrong number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you left 17misscall on my phone(or more) today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll answer your call and TALK to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you'll never want to call this number in you entire life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're lucky, i'm burned out today so was not prepared to answer your call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO CALL ME TML !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reckon it'll be like the ahbeng &amp; indian conversation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-minus the vulgarities though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115133897879093924?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115133897879093924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115133897879093924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-kathy.html' title='no kathy'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-115116454541336818</id><published>2006-06-24T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:55:45.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(i hate exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-115116454541336818?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115116454541336818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/115116454541336818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114998794802483648</id><published>2006-06-11T07:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:05:48.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame card</title><content type='html'>okay, its 852am and i haven slept a wink.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to BBQ AGAIN:)&lt;br /&gt;and going to buy presents in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the whole night doing a super ugly looking birthday card for jaime, as advised by my horoscope - to not buy expensive gift but to make one. and there goes my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but since she was one of the few who had given me self-drawn birthday card i shall be nice (no , not the card) too.&lt;br /&gt;my AQ - Art quotient is zero.&lt;br /&gt;and LQ - positive infinity.LAME quotient.&lt;br /&gt; i'm SUPER LAME. challenge me!&lt;br /&gt;okay, gtg go catch some wink!&lt;br /&gt;here's the bits and pieces of the LC. LAME CARD.&lt;br /&gt;please excuse me, i'm proud of my lameness.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/superlame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/400/superlame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114998794802483648?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114998794802483648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114998794802483648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/lame-card.html' title='lame card'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114952011987664880</id><published>2006-06-05T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:12:24.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/they"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/they%27re%20jealous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114952011987664880?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114952011987664880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114952011987664880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/theyll-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114951445641172441</id><published>2006-06-05T20:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:34:16.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My horoscope:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;A work or school drama is carrying over into your free time, and this is growing into a problem. The fact is, people are demanding too much of you right now. It's time to be clear about what you can (and cannot) do for them. This applies to both your personal and business lives, but it's much more relevant to work or school right now. &lt;em&gt;Shocking, thoughtless remarks will come from a surprising source; don't take them personally, though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certain people make thoughtless remarks; don't take them personally, just move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i shall not be disturbed by his remarks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right koonnie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although what he said about me was quite true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'll move on and mug hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everryyonnnee tooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114951445641172441?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114951445641172441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114951445641172441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-horoscope-in-detail-work-or-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114935226049856529</id><published>2006-06-03T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:39:20.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=27351233"&gt;senior's farewell slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry just manage to put up so photos in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for more, check out wanting's album:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114935226049856529?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114935226049856529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114935226049856529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/seniors-farewell-slideshow-sorry-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114930823462956220</id><published>2006-06-03T11:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:20:57.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>netball senoirs farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;netball seniors farewell was  ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAAAYYY FUUUNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will blog about this when wanting uploads the pic and i am not lazy anymore .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU JUNOIRS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually, i was doing this blog for the seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i think i ran out of resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wanted to do a slideshow but apparently my powerpoint was way outdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;downloaded some programmes but it didnt work well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so there goes the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and if u wanna to get the blog alive by updating or doing something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyjcnetball.blogspot.com"&gt;www.nyjcnetball.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;username: nanyangnb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;password: (whatiswrittenonthetiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114930823462956220?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114930823462956220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114930823462956220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/netball-senoirs-farewell.html' title='netball senoirs farewell'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114926671735116841</id><published>2006-06-02T22:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:02:42.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pessimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would really like to think that there are good people in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i have met some seemingly good people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when i get to know some better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew it was delusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some are merely tactful yet so fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some flashes her sweetest smile, but insincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some are secretly wanting a share that dont belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some are forever talking behind their &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some just suck up to you when in need, and leave right after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some..some..some..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats not equivalent to ' many '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but more likely 'much'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate 'over the hedge'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow cartoons create the delusion that theres always pure and innocent people around who really cares for one another blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like hammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creates the impression in kids that the world is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think they should watch more power rangers, ultraman and anything of this sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so they know life is about a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand what is meant by the word reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and why it always go with the word harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(see there is two 'think' - and 3 now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and i hate bitches who give the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i dont like your joke, its not funny at all" - look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can tell they're really &lt;strong&gt;sincere&lt;/strong&gt; in trying to put you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not refering to those who are joking too- i can tell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like people who are sincere but not those for that reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can't stand the fact that people keeps telling me not mix with certain people and yet they are doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worst of all, the so called victim knows nuts about this backstabbing and would probably never will know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignorance is bliss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blessing that you thought an enemy was a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or would you rather know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the action of people pushing my head with their fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll feel like slapping their face right after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so please dont do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and in the first place, i'm not close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just scored a negative infinity for EQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok enough pessimism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life is still wonderful when you try to close one eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life is still beautiful when you know that some of your friends are the minority, as in almost perfect, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;high EQ, same frequency, sincere and everything nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my minorities! i love you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114926671735116841?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114926671735116841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114926671735116841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/06/pessimism.html' title='pessimism'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114822979336175834</id><published>2006-05-21T23:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:43:13.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so it was a sprain after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i dont just have a weak left ankle but a right too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a closure for netball .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just pray that i'll get better on thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i WANT to PLAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meanwhile, i'll &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to resist the temptation of cold drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114822979336175834?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114822979336175834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114822979336175834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-so-it-was-sprain-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114761924720965192</id><published>2006-05-14T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:13:37.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummy mutarbak with little china girlfriend:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay, now hear or rather read me whine!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just so don't want to go school for the whole of next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to make morning announcement and take the pledge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally freaked out when i heard i have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll probably drop dead after taking a step forward to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"our.... (pledge)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want!:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rain for the whole week please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pleasegodplease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or will liqi be so kind to take over me for the whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want !&lt;br /&gt;why must student leaders be assign such a task?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't it be the firstaider?(huimin) CTrep(cheryl)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok they're laughing at me now:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yaya, only making morning announcement, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but some people just dont have the courage to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that is none other than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today, someone told me about x being bitchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the past i probably would have defended her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, somehow, i just kept quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe, we lost it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea, i think &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no i think &lt;em&gt;you and i&lt;/em&gt; did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you no longer care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(or at least i took years to realise you never did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and maybe i no longer too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just how fragile can it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114761924720965192?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114761924720965192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114761924720965192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/05/yummy-mutarbak-with-little-china.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114758197574725130</id><published>2006-05-14T11:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:48:09.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my giant baby white:)&lt;br /&gt;thanks girlfriend for grabbing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;but you haven got yours yet:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love netball trainings now.&lt;br /&gt;i wish the sky will never get dark.&lt;br /&gt;so we can go on playing forever.&lt;br /&gt;because soon, i know it'll all be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont get it,&lt;br /&gt;why some just can't wait for it to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;show how much netball mean to them.&lt;br /&gt;mere CCA, nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114758197574725130?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114758197574725130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114758197574725130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-my-giant-baby-white-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114632409717831801</id><published>2006-04-29T22:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:21:37.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=22273250" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114632409717831801?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114632409717831801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114632409717831801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/04/madness.html' title='MADNESS'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114598554682864355</id><published>2006-04-26T00:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:19:06.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many nights we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were moving mountains long before we knew we could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There can be miracles, when you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows what miracles, you can achieve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you believe, somehow you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full I can't explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words, I'd never thought I'd say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There can be miracles, when you believe (When you believe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows what miracles, you can achieve (You can achieve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you believe, somehow you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't always happen when you ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's easy to give in to your fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you're blinded by your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't see your way safe through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A small but still resilient voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Says help is very near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There can be miracles (miracles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you believe (When you believe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can achieve (You can achieve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just believe, just believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114598554682864355?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114598554682864355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114598554682864355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/04/many-nights-we-prayed-with-no-proof.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114554091359399626</id><published>2006-04-20T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:48:33.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every inch of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't mind the injury or the 'slap' joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laugh till i almost drop dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never been better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;netball:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do something for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i need a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114554091359399626?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114554091359399626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114554091359399626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-every-inch-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114511640455836298</id><published>2006-04-15T22:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:53:25.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can something so precious at one point of time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be totally outta one's mind at another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here today, gone tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i want to hold on to it forever for as long as i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(or are they?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they always say "i'll never forget you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they always say "friends forever"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the words soothing to your ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that is more than just my naivety to believe there is such a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;khayboon was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most 'friend&lt;em&gt;ship&lt;/em&gt;' are defeated by &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(maybe thats why its a ship, it sinks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part and parcel of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but can't we at least try to bring along what we can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find it hard to move on with the past unsettled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and "friends are friends forever...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can only promise the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just who knows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i might not even believe in the present in time to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*SHRUGSTHISOFF*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't know if i'll contradict myself by typing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you don't like it,don't like them,don't like what you see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can turn your back now and you'll see me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, you can close your eyes - at least you can't see the unpleasant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i've got big ears and muscular shoulders if you really need someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114511640455836298?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114511640455836298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114511640455836298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-always-wonderhow-can-something-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114485243083868399</id><published>2006-04-12T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:40:47.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;heeellllooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems so empty . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(just listen to the echooooo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harh. not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had drumming crash course on sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i couldnt even coordinate the hands and leg movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats more to follow the simple 1-2-3-4 beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but LOVE it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A'div is round the corner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone is injured:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody get well soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rjc friendly is cancelled too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was actually looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its better this way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everybody get well soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no, NOW~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and who knows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will never touch netball again after the tournaments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for the time being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its netball, mug , sleep and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;block test results is out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldnt ask for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its my best so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not like its of any good in the eyes of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares about comparing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its my best .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least im no longer scoring Distinction Excellent and Fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;none of the above:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i must thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;huimin&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for mugging with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attending to my ever so stupid questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tortoise with sunglasses:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm looking forward to GOOD FRIDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tml's training!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YABADABA&lt;strong&gt;DOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tutorial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame ~ if you even get the 'joke'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114485243083868399?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114485243083868399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114485243083868399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/04/heeellllooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114278245617264951</id><published>2006-03-19T22:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:34:16.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;toot knows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M SAVING FOR THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat less, save more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reality check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;block test is tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for it to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;partly because i hate to see that side of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114278245617264951?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114278245617264951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114278245617264951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/03/zen.html' title='ZEN!'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114269547618032932</id><published>2006-03-18T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:25:00.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone called and spoke in an indian accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he sounded like joshua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i replied "i'm from india, na-von-da-ka-dey-li-key-dey" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in that accent too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i got bored because he only said "huh? singaporean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i hang up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if its a prank, tell me who you are okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you suck at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if its really an indian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i apologise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i heard the silence long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly, it kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dont seek forgiveness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not in the wrong&lt;em&gt; in the first place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;, i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114269547618032932?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114269547618032932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114269547618032932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-called-and-spoke-in-indian.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114259687349813831</id><published>2006-03-17T18:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:01:13.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MMMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mugging makes me mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okayokay, maybe not some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm guilty of playing online games for the whole evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Weigh 175&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/scale.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/"&gt;How Much Do You Weigh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABOUT TO GAIN WEIGHT! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Teal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/teal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel in a slump and lack creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be many people's ideal partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make people feel confident and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Impression Am I Giving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Warrior Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/warrior-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;You don't give up. You're committed and brave.&lt;br /&gt;Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.&lt;br /&gt;You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114259687349813831?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114259687349813831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114259687349813831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/03/break.html' title='a break'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114234925292632125</id><published>2006-03-14T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:53:17.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>drift further and further away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; animal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(those who turned up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know you, anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is that what you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure you &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114234925292632125?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114234925292632125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114234925292632125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/03/drift-further-and-further-away.html' title='drift further and further away.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114216945407528401</id><published>2006-03-12T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:21:47.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sincerely apologise for the MIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody really bothers to read my blog anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(animal family, if you're here, drop a line or two okay? it seemed like i lost all of you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i guess this apology goes out to only eileen and a handful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reasons for MIA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MIA=MIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUGGING IN ACTION = MISSING IN ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as i thought i am safe and gonna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after scraping promotional exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here comes another stupid blocktest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and comes another "rats and cocojer" claiming that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad results = going back to J1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i don't hate him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(at least when i'm still a J2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's just doing his job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;practical, maybe just a little too practical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm gonna be away for a week or 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea, you know what i'll be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll do a little update about me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M BLACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone agrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DID PUT ON WEIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and people assured me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for your info, its muscles ,OIL and FATS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HORRAYY:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ate 2 eggs, 2 slices of bread, 1 youtiao, 3hotcakes, a bite of sausage mcmuffin with egg, half a hashbrown, a cup of coffee and milo ice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thats just for breakfast:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i had new york pizza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hawaiian pizza, liberty red and milo dinosaur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll not tell you what i'll be eating later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now you know how i put on weight:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i still have a lot more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but a nerd gotta do what a nerd gotta do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NERD:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENDY AND BELATED FOR EUGENE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll study hard tml so i can turn up for tues's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MISSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes PLEASE, PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides talking too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't give old belongings as presents for classmates' birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll know the truth somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how i know now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish you BAD luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and BAD luck, you'll have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i'm a good girl, i am!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114216945407528401?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114216945407528401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114216945407528401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-sincerely-apologise-for-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114092290336939713</id><published>2006-02-26T09:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:01:43.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>huimin:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the antidote for a hundred enemies, is one nice person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)huimin, get well soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't leave me alone for training tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114092290336939713?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114092290336939713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114092290336939713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/huimin.html' title='huimin:)'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114070216305130702</id><published>2006-02-23T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:42:43.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>amy and huichiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finished typing yet another harsh entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't post it up because i cant .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since its another 2 more months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i can tolerate it till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and something that i have to warn &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;that 2&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i won't be nice anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114070216305130702?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114070216305130702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114070216305130702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/amy-and-huichiet.html' title='amy and huichiet'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114031000189858866</id><published>2006-02-19T07:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T07:46:41.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hotcakes , hotcakes here i come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTCAKES:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114031000189858866?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114031000189858866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114031000189858866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/hotcakes-hotcakes-here-i-come-hotcakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-114023743848304951</id><published>2006-02-18T11:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:37:57.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>seoul garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know sometimes i don't understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whether what i'm seeing is &lt;em&gt;it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but maybe its okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its gonna be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;free me soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i really love netball now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovelies only getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the not-so-nice is now, nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i like the way liqi gives us punishment ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay, huimin must be thinking i'm such a sadist)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, its all this that makes training worth looking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know but i personally enjoy doing punishment as a team,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay okay, i'm a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gym today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did my 40mins of the 'steps' all at one shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i wanted to save time. yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did my 500shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoots. like finally, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't been meeting the 500 due to bad weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was rushing to meet mushroom head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to seoulgarden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all those calories burnt, will be back! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was rushing for the student's value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheapoo me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and yes, we found worms on their vegetables!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i care about is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;icecream, icecream and lots of icecream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, thanks mushroom head for the treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleep well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-114023743848304951?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114023743848304951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/114023743848304951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/seoul-garden.html' title='seoul garden'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113968226171405559</id><published>2006-02-12T01:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:24:21.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>god?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. lost control.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but this is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Agnostic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/agnostic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113968226171405559?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113968226171405559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113968226171405559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/god.html' title='god?'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113968071350700673</id><published>2006-02-12T00:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:58:33.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eaeaea;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay, please forgive me. i can't stop myself from doing these personality test. its wayyy cool, thou it may not be true. but harh. who care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;linkies from konnie's blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/devils-food-donut.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart on the outside, you &lt;strong&gt;love to fool people&lt;/strong&gt; with your innocent image.&lt;br /&gt;On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;words in bold&lt;/strong&gt;* - haha. thats quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Peacemaker Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/peacemaker-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;War or conflict bothers you, and &lt;strong&gt;you would do anything to keep the peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit.&lt;br /&gt;You're always dimplomatic and able to give good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;words in bold&lt;/strong&gt;* - hardly, i'm always the one declaring war. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#c0e3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be A Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddf0f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about you: you're incredibly kind, caring, and generous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you can be too moody and impossible to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: you enjoy wining and dining the object of your affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: likely to depend on other friends for emotional support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: historian, marine biologist, or religious figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: you dress to match your mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: classic home cooked meals, like mac and cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/hug-me.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: fighting and conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/pablo-picasso.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties&lt;br /&gt;Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONTROL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. i'll do it next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too much .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113968071350700673?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113968071350700673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113968071350700673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113967128323744140</id><published>2006-02-11T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:21:26.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't keep thinking about winning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i haven't been  blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its miss audrey's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you have something you don't like, stop worrying and stop talking about it, because that's why its bothering you. &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; keeps it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't keep thinking about winning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as much as you think its not obvious, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know mentioning this keeps &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you'll change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping for vday gift ideas with toot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought things for myself instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terrible me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113967128323744140?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113967128323744140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113967128323744140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-keep-thinking-about-winning.html' title='don&apos;t keep thinking about winning'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113841410485584867</id><published>2006-01-28T08:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T09:21:18.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>x-country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was a complete disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was x-country yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The netballers pinned high hopes on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were doing cheers for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a complete loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind whatever that happen if i gave it my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least, i promised myself i will never stop to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The run starting okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until i reach the intimidating slopes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both uphill and downhill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uphill made me lose all my momentum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and downhill should supposedly make you faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i so stupidly slowed down simply because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was afraid that i'll fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and then, i was completely drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard two voices within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"PUSH ON"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WALK, IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good will always triumph over evil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i started to &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That moment, i knew it was all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw people running past me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last 4 years of cross country,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't even walk an inch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one ever ran past me in the last 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(exclude the incident of azliza, she started with the boys and i couldn't catch up with her, whats more to say about running past me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm running for my cca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all the weights on my shoulders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i let this happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i walked not once, but &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt; before picking myself up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reached the finishing line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a crying shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liqi was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she showered me all the things that you know people would normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the netballers came back.&lt;br /&gt;They asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know they didn't quite get the answer they'd like to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they all said it was good. blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i really wish someone would reprimand me for this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'll feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didn't tell them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't apologise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was drown in my own misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking that i could have done better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because what i just did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not only prove the unworthiness of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but also,netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bloody botak head must be so damn happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because what i did , proved him right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the jokes of the netballers cheered me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during the prize presentation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it all came tumbling down, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were the ones running past when i was walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were beside me, just that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much for my 1st and last x-country in ny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind about x-country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for lunch at tpy with cheryl and konnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still not full strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like when will the day come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we ate the not-so-nice satay beehoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yummyummy almond longan!&lt;br /&gt;took pics and went different ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to meet toot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to shop for new year clothings,like so last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still didnt get any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ended up with a bad headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wasn't in a mood to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really sorry toot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so toot sent me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;vomited&lt;/em&gt; all my sataybeehoon along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything went so wrong yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but toot shared her chocolate pie and fishburger with me straight after my vomiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks toot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because of that, she was late for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and still i must say this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry netballers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113841410485584867?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113841410485584867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113841410485584867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/x-country.html' title='x-country'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113827505267369205</id><published>2006-01-26T18:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:30:52.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheryl kutu yeo wants (no, the right word is &lt;em&gt;demand&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i blog about the incident today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl :&lt;/strong&gt; hey, i think that girl, is quite pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; huh who? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl :&lt;/strong&gt; there! that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is refering to xxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;okay let this xxxxx be melina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; oh you mean melina ah!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt; YAYAYA!!!! ITS HER! &lt;em&gt;whats her name&lt;/em&gt; ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(=_=")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently she wants the whole world to know how &lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt; cute(she wants me to use this word) she is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; *erhem*cute cheryl kutu yeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113827505267369205?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113827505267369205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113827505267369205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheryl-kutu-yeo-wants-no-right-word-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113819703043325688</id><published>2006-01-25T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:50:30.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, to that botak head.&lt;br /&gt;get that idea out of your bloody botak head!&lt;br /&gt;just because you don't see us train doesn't mean we don't train as hard.&lt;br /&gt;we may not be the best one around, but definitely not the first one you should think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113819703043325688?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113819703043325688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113819703043325688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-yes-to-that-botak-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113819603081576082</id><published>2006-01-25T19:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:46:02.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>esthers bdae yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness to huimin and yingxi !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they stayed behind to train willingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the same time keeping me company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me feel so much like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really miss bts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passed by the tennis court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's this guy who smacked the ball so hard , it landed outside the playing area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for you info, you call that an out.haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the friend was like " OUT OUT OUT! OUT LA ! go home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pointing to the exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was joking of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sounds harsh,&lt;br /&gt;but that will only come from a someone you're close and comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not entirely cus of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was laughing and smiling because i thought of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really miss those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its called "SUANING"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember when mdm yap said i was a good student , never once late for school blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4e2 will go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay at least fuad and khayboon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"MDM YAP, ARE YOU SURE!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"YOU DON'T KNOW HER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"acting only la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just makes you wanna laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when it comes to eugene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sadiq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its worse than just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes when i look back on these little episodes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wanna turn back time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know what special day it is to you yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had the urge to wish you like everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had the urge to apologise because there's no who's wrong and who's right after all this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you're living well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats all that matters isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still, i wish you well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113819603081576082?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113819603081576082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113819603081576082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/esthers-bdae-yesterday.html' title='esthers bdae yesterday.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113741866677014779</id><published>2006-01-16T19:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:37:47.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a really bad day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off with my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was in my hand a moment ago, then its gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know whats wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i realised it was on a canteen table after searching high and low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then, jokkuan told me i'm a different person whenever i'm with cheryl and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said i was noisy and crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i was supposedly one of those "quiet" type that no one takes notice of and i wanted it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really thought it was so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i admit i was crazy in btss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats because i'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never in nanyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not not-happy,  just okay with nanyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i don't feel at home in nanyang, like in btss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why i'm making such a big fuss over how people judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its because i really know nothing about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not the me i thought i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will take time to bond with myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay that sounds so wrong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;set time to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to understand myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words can never hurt me, yea right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said something i really didn't mean to today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its about basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really didn't mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was out of anger that i said its a solo-watever game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was because they looked down on the netballer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was good okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they shouldn't have said those sarcastic remarks about a sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i admit, i did gave stupid remarks about a sport too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats why i'm guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i can really take back those words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr ong will be fuming to hear that coming out from my very mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love basketball and i still love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love netball and still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it really winds me up when someone thinks negatively about it when in the first place they know nuts about the sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far, its always netball that people thinks its stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and coincidentally, its the basketballers, not all thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so out of anger, i give stupid remarks too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to whoever who loves the sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as for the "sly and cunning" remark , because of what i say in the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm okay with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i may sound harsh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i maybe too blatant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too direct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially when i'm scolding someone in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thats the whole point about blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you voice your thoughts and opinions and whatever there is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it may be out of anger, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may regret typing all those things down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was exactly how i felt at that point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay maybe wrong choice of words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't that the whole point about blogging?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if its not, enlighten me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't you people get angry, upset over someone too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its only human , is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people do scream, shout and pour everything out to someone don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe just not in the blog i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so its only me who does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all those i denounced and those i'm about to denounce in future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its only out of anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry. and in advance too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suck at controlling my temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so my blog is where you must avoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i must say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day is not that bad because of my tootest toot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toot , you're always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't tell you what happened ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its because when im with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing really bothers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blessed with the ability to make me laugh so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blur-sorry-don't-recognise-you-look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you will always be laughing at my stupid-not-funny-at-all-super-lame jokes when no one else will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and besides, you brought me food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love toot and food :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toot's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113741866677014779?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113741866677014779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113741866677014779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-really-bad-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113733454341378423</id><published>2006-01-15T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:15:44.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be forever thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;silly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the times, truth, joy, wrongs, dream, love, strength, voice, eyes, best, faith, wings and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the circles I've been running,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've covered many miles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I could search forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; for what's right is before my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113733454341378423?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113733454341378423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113733454341378423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/ill-be-forever-thankful.html' title='i&apos;ll be forever thankful.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113725880821799235</id><published>2006-01-14T23:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:13:28.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>barbarian librarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so thats two weeks of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously can't wait for A's to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i don't know how i'll survive it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm fine with school now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fine because of my nyendorphin:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,i think its better &lt;em&gt;like this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; that ny's librarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more like a &lt;em&gt;barbarian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off for some wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113725880821799235?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113725880821799235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113725880821799235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/barbarian-librarian.html' title='barbarian librarian'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113682542229412140</id><published>2006-01-09T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:50:23.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was overjoyed la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49 kg finally! 1kg away from my goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesn't matter if i'm shorter or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i used &lt;em&gt;i was,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i HATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can stand the way you assign me to do stuff supposedly yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, you're asking others too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no , i cant stand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITS NOT AN EASY TASK ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you're left with something, yea-NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for drawing rows and columns?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think others deserve better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to be nice already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i weren't the v, i would have hell end up quitting netball and in some other CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i would love to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not when you're asking for ALL THE HELP when you're just watching us do the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really wanna quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its not worth it for someone when there're so many nicer beings in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my holiday is so ruined, by you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i'll be better later and find what i'm typing now, stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113682542229412140?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113682542229412140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113682542229412140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-overjoyed-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113673085168892365</id><published>2006-01-08T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:34:11.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hi sucky, &lt;em&gt;horribly sucky&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye weekends too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113673085168892365?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113673085168892365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113673085168892365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113623910395226065</id><published>2006-01-03T04:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T04:58:24.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>its okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 5:40am now.didn't sleep a wink last night..It wasn't my intention.I didnt care to do the rest of the work b'cos i couldnt finish anyway but somehow i just can't reach the gates of the lalaland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a way to start the 1st day of school isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in nanyang uniform, ready but unwilling to go. Its the first day of school , like AGAIN? But its okay, at least i'll see familiar faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off for my breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray for me - b'cos i haven't done most of the homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its okay, thats only me. I'm just doing what i always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;self-deception, keep saying "its okay" when it isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ITS OKAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113623910395226065?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113623910395226065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113623910395226065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-okay.html' title='its okay'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113596658388030278</id><published>2005-12-31T00:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:23:02.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was late &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, but i went out early! I SO STUPIDLY TOOK THE WRONG BUS. I seriously thought it was 962 and didnt bother to see the Bus number because i was on the phone. I wasted 40 whole mins . I didn't bother to explain to liqi (who could have already stone so long that she will turn into some statue if i arrive a lil' later). I mean who will believe a story like this? she'll probably think its made up or something. who in the world will be as stupid as me!? nvm. "chopping" seats at chomp chomp is the last thing you wanna do, trust me. People stare at you like you're criminal. Other than that, Senior's farewell went well i guess, at least not as bad as i thought it'll be. Its was simple yet enjoyable probably because it was at chompchomp and that means, FOOD! :) Lots of them, we ordered - chicken&amp;muttonsatay; stingray; oyster; sotong; sugarcane; carrot cake;prawnmee; rojak; desert. YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY ME-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because huitian is gonna treat me to someplace tml :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(saltplease -ht,you know what i mean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thats not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STEAMBOAT AT YS HOUSE:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;countdown too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CAN'T WAIT TILL TML!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but , school is gonna start so soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats not the problem, its the piles and piles of assignment there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*points*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;senior's words about JC2 - motivating yet harrowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timetable is out too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was scolded by toot when i said ending at 1215 is so-not-early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must sleep now, i WANT MCSMILELY HOTCAKES tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113596658388030278?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113596658388030278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113596658388030278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-late-again-but-i-went-out-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113584036906183306</id><published>2005-12-29T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:32:57.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't been updating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here's a quick one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate seoul again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for the treat ,toot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toot is cute la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she ate till she vomited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after she vomited icecream, she was like "EEEe, icecream!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went ps yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get seniors present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to be meeting up with liqi, huiting and amy at 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was changed to 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i woke up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liqi was scolded by nicole for lots of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor her, just as she's becoming more responsible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so in the end, we didnt buy anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plan was changed to dining at chompchomp due to the lack of funds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're really poor la, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides that, we can't possibly ask those who are not close to the senoirs to pay for it and turn up right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't feel good about dining at chompchomp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liqi,huiting and amy said they haven't even started doing their homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i thought, i'm okay, at least i tried to start but got stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i was actually planning to do my homework thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i went citylink with edmund and gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mad fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was playing hide and seek la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my skin's peeling,BADLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i want to be black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113584036906183306?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113584036906183306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113584036906183306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/havent-been-updatingso-heres-quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113554173053991898</id><published>2005-12-26T03:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T03:15:30.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>born stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 4:03am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm suffering from insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its been like days and weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever since the 14hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm too excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toot is treating me to seoul tml :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i'll end up sleeping at seoul tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to do the tutorials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i don't know how to even start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to do? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;born stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113554173053991898?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113554173053991898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113554173053991898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/born-stupid.html' title='born stupid'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113544899372548664</id><published>2005-12-25T01:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T01:31:03.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetsecrets.shutterfly.com/action/slideshow?a=67b0de21b33103134528&amp;auto=1&amp;amp;amp;idx=-1&amp;m=1&amp;amp;d=1135448736002"&gt;CLICK FOR A STORY :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113544899372548664?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113544899372548664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113544899372548664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-story.html' title='my story'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113542722446186186</id><published>2005-12-24T19:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:31:19.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time i think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's no problem of mine&lt;br /&gt;But it's a problem i find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living a life that i can't leave behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And every day my confusion grows &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time i see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that i can't say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I feel fine and i feel good&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like i never should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever i get this way,&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if i hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time i see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You'll say the words that i can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113542722446186186?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113542722446186186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113542722446186186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/frente.html' title='frente'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113541494983509702</id><published>2005-12-24T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:08:54.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finally, its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i must say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never like birthdays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the trouble you have to go through, organising,asking, planning the place, the budget so everyone will turn up, its a torture i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't like the attention i'm given .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; want to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thou i wanted to eat hotcakes. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so poor - mushroom head, toot,tallrer, PONGPONG , huitian waited till 4 because my mum wanted me to eat this and that , take pictures with them and my birthdaylogcake before letting me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only met at 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left one and a half hours only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we took 2neos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was already late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was half an hour late .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really sorry animal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told all of you not to be late, but i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Really Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;went kenny rogers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waited for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love eating with animal family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;especially when eugene is sitting beside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can laugh all i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we went fountain of wealth , took pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went arcade and tried my luck on 'happy lifter'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then went bowling, but was fully booked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for wendy's tortoise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and khayboon decided to SAY, he's going to treat us to swenson icecream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't know if he really wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but everyone took his words for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and went swenson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;took pics and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ate icecream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and we walked back to the train station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on the way, eugene did something disgusting and everybody RAN, the word is RAN , away from him instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and kept a distance away from him for the next 10mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he kinda freaked out i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and so we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a rather brief entry about today because i have to do homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a thank you list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAJAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(because you're first to wish me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tallrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;toot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PONGPONG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mushroomhead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huitian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;feli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;orange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lester,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weijie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;janice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jamie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yokesun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;edmund,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chiayin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahpek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wendy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;khayboon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eugene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;adelinekum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lijun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;junjie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eileen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and as a whole again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANIMAL FAMILY and EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVE YOU TRUCKLOADS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ou guys really rock my day away la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks for giving me my best ever birthday present, &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you ever run out of gift ideas, here's a little tip: give me your laugh. Whether it's mischievous, tender, loud, or quiet, simply give me a laugh from your heart. Your laughter brings me never-ending joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Helmut Walch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be good , not go out and do hw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on christmas eve and christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wish for, for my 17th bdae,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113541494983509702?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113541494983509702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113541494983509702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113527543922151296</id><published>2005-12-23T01:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:17:19.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUITIAN;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tallrer; PONGPONG; toot; mushroomhead ; Huitian:) is coming up north to meet me tomorrow! yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113527543922151296?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113527543922151296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113527543922151296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/huitian.html' title='HUITIAN;)'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113518799315473904</id><published>2005-12-22T00:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:05:29.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>esther turn up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the precious moments all are lost in the tide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Listen to your heart, DHT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its karma, i know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;all along, i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i have a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but i know it'll never come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e.turn up like you did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113518799315473904?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113518799315473904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113518799315473904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/esther-turn-up.html' title='esther turn up.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113517938824432884</id><published>2005-12-21T22:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:43:59.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fetish is killing me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm suffering from a fetish for dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought a dress i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; totally adore&lt;/span&gt; from P.O.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it cost, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its on sale of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its all black, and looks like some prom dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares, i love it and thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushroom head was there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she wants me to wear it on 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, animal family, don't dress down on 23 okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to be the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PONG:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything that makes you happy&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANIMAL FAMILY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it'll be seoul garden because settler's cafe is fully booked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time not confirm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Student value must be before 530 i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113517938824432884?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113517938824432884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113517938824432884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/fetish-is-killing-me.html' title='fetish is killing me.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113509687443026185</id><published>2005-12-20T23:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:41:14.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>linkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syfc.org.sg/christmas05/whoiscarol.htm"&gt;check this out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- recommended by &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;mushroom head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113509687443026185?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113509687443026185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113509687443026185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/linkie.html' title='linkie'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113508971335334199</id><published>2005-12-20T21:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:38:34.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kill me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm officially&lt;strong&gt; BLACK&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm burnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love it thou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i hope my skin won't start peeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i kinda spoilt everything yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i volley the ball too far away and it landed in the sea and so someone had to swim over to get it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T&lt;/strong&gt; swim lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody taught me how to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't possibly try floating to get it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love the game of bluff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-9-2-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pongpong is so cute la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know i should start doing my homework today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'd a bad headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its always like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homework gives me a headache and so i can't do my homework when i'm having a headache .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so nothing gets done, &lt;em&gt;as always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113508971335334199?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113508971335334199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113508971335334199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/kill-me.html' title='kill me'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113489645766997179</id><published>2005-12-18T15:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:00:57.683+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a meeting for CCA bazaar tml at 10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liqi can't make it, cus i think she's still overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huijiet too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danyu working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ar. wth. so last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those who are going please tell me what its about can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or is there anyone who happens to be going to school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the one on the phone sounds like miss saadiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aww. i miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113489645766997179?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113489645766997179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113489645766997179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-meeting-for-cca-bazaar-tml-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113484803940446962</id><published>2005-12-18T01:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:57:52.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went jogging with toot at bedok reservoir yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better go running more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was more tired than the last time i ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, met PONGPONG. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate KFC with edmund and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went to meet orange, pk and sk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was terribly late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to settlers' cafe with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that place really rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because its full of games of all kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thou it doesn't come cheap .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm, may be celebrating my birthday there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if animal family is free and willing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i studied the menu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twin pack @ $8/hr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and group of 6 @ around $30/hr with drinks blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;set meals @ around $15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. why am i advertising for them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but animal family , check it out and see if you guys want k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.settlerscafe.com/Home.htm"&gt;http://www.settlerscafe.com/Home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seoul garden will be the other option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. so i was saying i was at settlers' cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arr.. i love the games !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we wandered around chinatown , and mustafa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last year, at this time i was playing the angel game at the pharmacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was nice working with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad that we're still keeping in contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to post up pics that sk pass to me today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thou its taken quite long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/moonlightwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/moonlightwalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the guys are hell brainy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ACES ALL THEIR A LEVEL SUBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i was half as smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe Cs for all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreaming, dreaming!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/NHGgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/NHGgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pic is so ancient! just look at my hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, this pic is taken at the expense of the queue of patient waiting for their medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine a pharmacy with everybody disappearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway&lt;strong&gt; thanks&lt;/strong&gt; for the gift sk. sorry i didnt have anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm going suntan on monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN'T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life's good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, please don't remind me of the piles of homework and tutorials waiting for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the upcoming tests too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the thought that holidays are so gonna be over makes me wobbly all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to sleep , eat and play forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113484803940446962?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113484803940446962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113484803940446962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-jogging-with-toot-at-bedok.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113458410871261872</id><published>2005-12-15T01:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:15:08.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;chewchiayin's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/cyCD.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/cyCD.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/cyCDfront.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/cyCDfront.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113458410871261872?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113458410871261872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113458410871261872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/chewchiayins.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113457758977770018</id><published>2005-12-14T21:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:42:46.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck at friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, time to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;packed my stuff yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rearranged all my papers, books, presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took me so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till 3am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright, but thats not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed all the gifts that i received,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into my display cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really got me thinking about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some meant a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the CD i must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;100% handmade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than just sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could anyone spent their time doing this for no apparent reason just for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its none other than chewchiayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its quite awkward to mention her name here but ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you happen to be here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know there's something about give and take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took so much and didnt give,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet i did that to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "message stars",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by eileen, esther, and valerie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys made for me 364 so i'll open one each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i open up the very last one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its my 14th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i didnt open all, not even till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm opening one at this very moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its eileen's handwriting saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"a friend's affection is the greatest treasure on earth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, i'll open another one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its esther's handwriting saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You ARE NEVER More Than a thought away . . . . Esther =) "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really? maybe not now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and candice's present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the present itself is not very special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, she remembered my bday even after 2years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;w/o really keeping in contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she bought so many stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she went genting, she bought me something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she bought me another when she recalled i like that very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she also wrote something really sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and finally my bday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about 4 or 5 items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she kept all these for 2years and gave me all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was thinking about me all that 2years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really really sweet of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course, feli !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could i leave your present out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the photoframe "no.1 friend" and that pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe it or not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its sleeping with me all this while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(my mum thought it was from my boyfriend or something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jaime 100% handmade card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you really took all your time to draw and colour every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other pressie that really got me laughing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eugene's chopsticks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who on earth will give chopsticks to someone on their bdae?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of them using the same wrapping paper from precious thots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from mr choo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first and last gift i received from a peteacher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he went to thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonder how is he now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still remember the bus stop incident...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yea, esther's door sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chiayin's letter, konnie's postcard and marshmallows(don't worry, i ate them already), bears, soft toy and lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for some, i kept and i know i shouldn't though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im not gonna mention it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i really take more than i give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe i didnt give at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really suck at friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went pool with tallrer, eileen and eslynn today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2tables thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt really uncomfortable stepping into an arcade again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know about everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe what i used to do, used to be with, used to be around with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can never ever be felt once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing is gonna be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. people will go like "derr~" when they read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still i wanna play basketball so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if its not gonna be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dwell too much in my past .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i was saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went LJS .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fish treasure meal - yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had that for two consecutive days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really wish tallrer and eileen can go back to the good old days again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i so concern about both of them when i cant even handle mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;going to jog at bedok reservoir again tml!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hope toot and i won't look toot like the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113457758977770018?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113457758977770018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113457758977770018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-suck-at-friendship.html' title='i suck at friendship'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113436720919928922</id><published>2005-12-12T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:00:09.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'>slept only at 8am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so all thanks to my 14hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slept only at 8am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113436720919928922?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113436720919928922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113436720919928922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/slept-only-at-8am.html' title='slept only at 8am'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113430289393809704</id><published>2005-12-11T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:38:44.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is meaningless again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm being me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- be green with envy because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slept for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14HOURS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i think i can do better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm starting to feel life's meaningless again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you study for money, you work for money, you compete for money and because you have money and you're happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet in the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you die without it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, people died a violent death, died a natural death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one ever died a happy death&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of working all your life for something you can't have at the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;people are living for the sake of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;some may argue, they have dreams, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big dreams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the end, it doesn't even matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you die, you know you won't make history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love ones may moan, cry over your death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but they'll get over it, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in days, weeks, months? rarely years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, how long did you live ?&lt;br /&gt;you lived till 60 odd and people take just days to forget you?&lt;br /&gt;and so what if you make history?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you're already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happiness? i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but FOOD makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)mushroom, rojak, cheese, pasta, light soya sauce, chocolate, eggs, ice cream, and truckloads of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll die while trying to be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because i'll end up with kidney failure, heart attack, whatever lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will die because I wanted to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sad case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death takes away everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats the point of living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats the point of treasuring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you know all you have will be taken away one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;savour every mouthful of happiness while living, while treasuring, while possessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and put to pain thereafter .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forgive me for being such a pessimist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113430289393809704?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113430289393809704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113430289393809704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-meaningless-again.html' title='life is meaningless again'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113396824836797064</id><published>2005-12-07T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:17:09.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody tell lies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i wish the world will stop lying to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and why do i always get to know the truth somehow?&lt;br /&gt;whether a white lie or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A half truth is a whole lie.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whether the past or present,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i trusted you, and all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts me more than just what you see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just tell me the truth once and for all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll get angry, i'll get upset, i'll get disappointed, i'll feel negative,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'll get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lies ? i may not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113396824836797064?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113396824836797064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113396824836797064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/lies.html' title='lies.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113351127433537370</id><published>2005-12-02T14:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:16:31.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to say this or i'll be so guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry konnie and cheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know konnie was fuming and cheryl, so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i already had plans for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe next time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113351127433537370?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113351127433537370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113351127433537370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113324780213682866</id><published>2005-11-29T13:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:03:22.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got the links from konnie's blog..&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;so fun.&lt;br /&gt;(i think the one on the blogging type is true; impulsive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/unique.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.&lt;br /&gt;You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/green.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love completes you, but that doesn't mean you seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;When love comes your way, you integrate it peacefully into the rest of you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Laid back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Walking around aimlessly and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both enthusiastic and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright i gotta go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meeting mushroom head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i'll continue later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113324780213682866?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113324780213682866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113324780213682866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/tests.html' title='tests'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113320052511755560</id><published>2005-11-29T00:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:14:25.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jogging at bedok reservoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went jogging at bedok reservoir with toot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought there will be lockers somewhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i can put whatever i have in the locker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as i said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toot and i have to go running with our belongings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harh! 2 big tootie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey, thats a form of training too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surprisingly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a slow jog around the reservoir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was still all hyper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i went to the fitness corner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did situps, logs and dorsal raise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wheee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with edmund and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent our time laughing over the 'pinkguava' and 'macmanager'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came home and realised i missed the first part of project runway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nora is out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still love her though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll settle for the my next favourite then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should do more to help,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and be nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me try to be a better man, again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113320052511755560?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113320052511755560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113320052511755560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/jogging-at-bedok-reservoir.html' title='jogging at bedok reservoir'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113310880089060800</id><published>2005-11-27T23:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:26:40.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally blew up at liqi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some might already know why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand you'll be away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its only logical to put others in charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you're leaving on like 12dec?&lt;br /&gt;two whole weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im always the one complaining about someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps im too self absorbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or plain lazy?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its all me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet again, soul-searching and destroying too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113310880089060800?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113310880089060800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113310880089060800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-blew-up-at-liqi.html' title=''/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113298633634120750</id><published>2005-11-26T12:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:25:36.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another foodfull day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;was at parkway yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had my crash course for something i'm not supposed to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its wheeee, so fun!&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i ate the oh-so-palatable Qiu Lian ban mian .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a BIG FAT WORM on the vege!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so FAT it looks like a caterpillar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its yucky i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is graded an 'A' for cleanliness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went to tell the auntie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we whispered so it'll not scare the other customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the auntie just took the vege, went inside the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even saying sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mushroom head was so furious that she shouted and went off.&lt;br /&gt;but we shant let rude people spoil our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i went off to meet animal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was late, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were waiting for me to start to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they didnt let me pay too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cus they already paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i ate all of the food FOC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i'll be early and pay next time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ordered rojak and century egg porridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummyyummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went yokesun's hse for some uno game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet another FOODFULL DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113298633634120750?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113298633634120750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113298633634120750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/yet-another-foodfull-day.html' title='yet another foodfull day'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113289686560658763</id><published>2005-11-25T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:36:18.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>foodfully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent the last few days fruitfully, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, FOODFULLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tam's seoul garden with mushroom head the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ate from lunch to dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(it was my breakfast, lunch and dinner, supper.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from around one to six...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yummy yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was bloated to the extent that i was going to vomit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all thanks to my gluttony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went bugis after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shopping shopping and more shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went training yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love training nowadays .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(despite the terrible attendance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went swensen after training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coach's treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EARTHQUAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lucky for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was sharing with yingxi, huimin, huijiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they love chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we ordered every chocolate flavour on the menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEAVENLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had fun playing with the dry ice too.&lt;br /&gt;loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this entry is kinda rush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going out thats why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having dinner with animal family at 85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whheee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss them so so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another FOODFULL day for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113289686560658763?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113289686560658763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113289686560658763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/foodfully.html' title='foodfully'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113242290036660703</id><published>2005-11-20T00:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:14:52.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>konnie is the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;konnie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;konnie is so sweeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's one of the few who does small yet BIG things to make you feel loved, appreciated, special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for the numerous postcards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that box of marshmallows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was really lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love konnie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, gm girls are really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chiayin too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the CD she made for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, help to make earth happy like the heaven above.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i cant reply you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you gave it to me on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we're not gonna see each other anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its also not very nice to reply here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but don't worry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're always my full-time ny painkiller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- bad day!&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel when you're the reason for someone's jealousy and another's anger ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone, please be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its double the pain when you don't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113242290036660703?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113242290036660703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113242290036660703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/konnie-is-best.html' title='konnie is the best'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113224468000451534</id><published>2005-11-17T22:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:30:59.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and still i'll be there when you want me to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;having read that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised that im not that mean after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;checking on my blog for my lastest update on you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;don't contradict yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;read carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so you don't bitch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good. i see that you forgotten whatever you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know im a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its hard for me to bitch abt someone you used to love so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i think it'll be harder for me to love you now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i still do...&lt;br /&gt;if not it wouldnt still hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for all to turn out this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can blame me&lt;br /&gt;its always me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't handle friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this will be the last entry i blog about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its already strained enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;looking the other way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i still hope you'll turn and see me looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;although i can have reasons to hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; bring myself to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113224468000451534?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113224468000451534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113224468000451534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-still-ill-be-there-when-you-want.html' title='and still i&apos;ll be there when you want me to.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113215599318957186</id><published>2005-11-16T22:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:28:18.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;benhui is oh-so-famous now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fanclubs and pictures of him is over friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his name is under the "who i want to meet" section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats really .... cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blinks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's no longer the small cranky fella i used to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on his way to stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;used to write him testimonials and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i decided not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(since many are doing so anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be his friend only when he's in the limelight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i rather be the guiding light when all is lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that he'll lose thou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a netball carnival tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that im anticipating how black i'll be after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not exactly looking forward for the new experience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the experience i've been through in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meaning the experience i'd experienced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah. thats really odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all is lost,&lt;br /&gt;when things are down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who will be the ones mocking at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which friend will really be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this will nv happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never had anything in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never have the chance to lose anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll never feel down because things are always so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe nobody will ever understand what's on my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what im typing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i dont too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soul-searching, soul-searching, and more soul-searching..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet its becoming more soul-destroying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is such a disgusting entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be okay in a minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my life is not really that sad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tallrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113215599318957186?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113215599318957186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113215599318957186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/soul-searching.html' title='soul searching'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113215462942829520</id><published>2005-11-16T22:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:28:43.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>god's boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's Boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have in my hands two boxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which God gave me to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all your joys in the gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both my joys and sorrows I stored,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But though the gold became heavier each day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The black was as light as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With curiosity, I opened the black,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to find out why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which my sorrows had fallen out by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I showed the hole to God, and mused,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled a gentle smile and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My child, they're all here with me.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why the gold and the black with the hole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The black is for you to let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113215462942829520?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113215462942829520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113215462942829520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/gods-boxes.html' title='god&apos;s boxes'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113203164536515530</id><published>2005-11-15T12:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:14:05.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nettie fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;off for some nettie fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope it'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113203164536515530?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113203164536515530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113203164536515530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/nettie-fun.html' title='nettie fun.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113201339634462675</id><published>2005-11-15T06:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:09:56.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe im being way too mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what else can i do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113201339634462675?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113201339634462675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113201339634462675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/mean.html' title='mean?'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113184071120032351</id><published>2005-11-13T06:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T07:14:47.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you won't believe this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im suffering from insomnia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thou not exactly, slept last night.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i woke up at 5am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cant sleep though i tried really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was tossing and turning for like 2 whole hour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i got off my bed to do something useful, no, not useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 2 hours ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought of a lot of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about basketball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was thinking of a gathering for chaichee peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been like 4long years since i last held a basketball in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awww. i miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about netball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was thinking about organising a netball camp for ny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i guess liqi will be so against it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the rest too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, we won't have time next year too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking about animal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want a mahjong session,xmen session, screaming session, sakura buffet session with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;yet they're so busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they no longer visit my blog anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(except for mousey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they won't know how much i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was thinking about running at bedok reservoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but doubt i'll find a companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some might think that liting is out of her mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its coach's words that made me this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"no matter how NYnetballers train,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they'll still be behind the bballers"&lt;br /&gt;i've to admit, its true for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it is gonna be true in future,looking at the state now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a bballer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am now a netballer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what does that make me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want people to think that netball is a slacker's sport.&lt;br /&gt;yet maybe it really is?&lt;br /&gt;im like contradicting myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let there be love where there is emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let there be faith where hope is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let there be strength where there is helplessness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And open eyes to see right from wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've gotta find a way to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very best in all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many more promises spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the dreams of the innocent die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day another heart gets broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the flame of hate survives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will the healing begin in our lives?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113184071120032351?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113184071120032351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113184071120032351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113181323970763033</id><published>2005-11-12T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:43:21.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and who's not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldn't it be nice if you can actually know what others are thinking ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you know who's good and who's bad.&lt;br /&gt;so you know i'm sincere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you know i'm true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so you know, who's not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113181323970763033?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113181323970763033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113181323970763033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-whos-not.html' title='and who&apos;s not.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113181167401885002</id><published>2005-11-12T23:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:07:54.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to be nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;janice needs to go for classes on "how to be nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113181167401885002?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113181167401885002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113181167401885002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-be-nice.html' title='how to be nice'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113164853652985614</id><published>2005-11-11T01:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:48:56.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my handwriting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR REPORT ON GRAPH ANALYSIS(handwriting)&lt;br /&gt;You have an optimistic outlook and a buoyant spirit&lt;br /&gt;You dont have any prejudices and possess good temperament when facing emotional situations. Your decisions are based on facts and figures.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have a fine sense of balance in dealing with money&lt;br /&gt;You show lot of involvement and commitment in your work&lt;br /&gt;You think twice before accepting a new proposal in any endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;You attain an optimum speed of doing things whereby there is least compromise on speed and quality of work.&lt;br /&gt;You always present yourself well to the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;You can be trusted to keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;You can maintain your poise and composure even when facing criticism.&lt;br /&gt;Your goals match perfectly with your potential.Thus you avoid pitfalls in meeting your objectives.&lt;br /&gt;Your have moderate enthusiasm in your work.&lt;br /&gt;Your determination and willpower are exemplary and enviable.&lt;br /&gt;You complete your work to your satisfaction and hope for the best. You are not bothered about satisfying others.&lt;br /&gt;You have a reasonably good memory&lt;br /&gt;Your seriousness in completing your work is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;You are a gregarious person who always likes to be in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;You are always curious and inquisitive with an evergrowing thirst to learn and explore.&lt;br /&gt;Your problem solving abilities are exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;You are charming company in any social gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113164853652985614?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113164853652985614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113164853652985614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-handwriting.html' title='my handwriting.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113164845576798533</id><published>2005-11-11T01:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:47:36.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. enough of palmistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been dreaming a lot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found this website , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i found out what it means....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Childhood&lt;br /&gt;Childhood is frequently re-experienced in a dream.  The dream refers to long-forgotten events which perhaps unconsciously still play too great a role in the dreamer's life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you feel joy over any event, denotes harmony among friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;To dream of laughing denotes success in your undertakings and good companions socially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meal&lt;br /&gt;A communal meal in a dream is the image of communal activity of a ritual or magical nature.  When interpreting the dream, note should be taken of the dreamer's religious beliefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;The images of school, school work and fear of examinations are dream references to comparable processes in the school of life.  The school of life forces man to participate in these learning process for as long as he lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victory&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you have got victory foretells that you shall successfully wrestle all your enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113164845576798533?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113164845576798533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113164845576798533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145839.post-113164388441788135</id><published>2005-11-11T00:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:31:24.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha. try your luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/1600/headlninmoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/476/320/headlninmoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long curvy Head Line ending in the Mound of Moon&lt;/strong&gt; is a great gift for the casino gambler. The long line indicates strong mental processes and an active mind. &lt;strong&gt;The curve downward&lt;/strong&gt; reveals a gift for accessing deep intuitive information around them and from others. A person with this deep strong line has "an accurate feeling" about which cards each of the other players at the poker table are holding. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;They often have periods of "luck" and don't know why but just keep playing their hunches and winning using their extraordinary "intuition". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The casino operators know this gift is present in some people and that is one reason the waitresses are constantly handing them drinks to destroy that edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha so people, its wise not to gamble with me especially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145839-113164388441788135?l=littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113164388441788135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145839/posts/default/113164388441788135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2005/11/haha-try-your-luck.html' title='haha. try your luck'/><author><name>Duckquek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img399.imageshack.us/img399/1210/avatarid6.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
