<?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-10172662</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:11:36.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bite me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-2330835741715605245</id><published>2008-09-17T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:26:41.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've not touched this in years.&lt;br /&gt;but this is just post worthy.&lt;br /&gt;just my thoughts. nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year later.&lt;br /&gt;tulips.&lt;br /&gt;you woke up early to send me to school.&lt;br /&gt;wall e.&lt;br /&gt;you woke up from your nap to catch the next movie.&lt;br /&gt;garibaldi.&lt;br /&gt;you were willing to try new things and werent at all stingy.&lt;br /&gt;you sent me home, then went home to return the car and took a bus back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed every single moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;for reminding me how blessed i am.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate your sacrifices, your time, and your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy first year.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[143]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-2330835741715605245?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2330835741715605245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2330835741715605245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-ive-not-touched-this-in-years.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-502187592913068739</id><published>2008-04-09T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:14:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;for all you out there who need a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOfZPZJHnKg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOfZPZJHnKg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/10172662-502187592913068739?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/502187592913068739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/502187592913068739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-all-you-out-there-who-need-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-1937099216754910393</id><published>2008-03-23T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:29:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i've never really fought for what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;because you're not the same as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;because i've still got to try.&lt;br /&gt;because i'd more scared of being without.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;because of all the whatifs.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm comfortable for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try again ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-1937099216754910393?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1937099216754910393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1937099216754910393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-ive-never-really-fought-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-33681428736472673</id><published>2008-03-10T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:19:11.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad for a..erm..interesting present.haha.and my family for dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;ragdancer 07 for the "surprise" cake session!i think it's amazing how you all still make time for this.and i hope we'll have many many more ugly cake eating sessions together!&lt;br /&gt;blast ppl for the cake and jacket.&lt;br /&gt;hellohu, camerachia, funnyfoo for the most successful surprise.and for making that day worth remembering.i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;MIX!for the lovely surprise on friday!and the laughters and the memories and the real friendships:)&lt;br /&gt;my beloved churchies for the attempted surprise.i've known some of you for ages and i was reminded of how blessed i am.&lt;br /&gt;and of course to those who bother to send a text or msg through facebook and friendster, i'm very very grateful for each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well wad did i do on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;lab report till 630 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;exciting.&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;*for those of you who thought finally a decent normal post, sorry you cant escape the emoness..it lives on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;at this instant?&lt;br /&gt;with me?&lt;br /&gt;it has to be now and not in the future.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesnt happen now what makes you think it will later?&lt;br /&gt;so i'll play it your way.i wont get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;you can call or msg when you're free.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll meet to catch up over lunch one day.&lt;br /&gt;but for now i'll have to try to get use to not hoping or wishing for anything.&lt;br /&gt;i resign.you win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-33681428736472673?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/33681428736472673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/33681428736472673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-everybody-mom-and-dad-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-8387800287797853644</id><published>2008-02-17T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:16:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are happy moments&lt;br /&gt;good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16feb08&lt;br /&gt;pastabravia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous fancy place&lt;br /&gt;delicious awesome food&lt;br /&gt;nice appropriate music&lt;br /&gt;good helpful service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;greatly appreciative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;143.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-8387800287797853644?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8387800287797853644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8387800287797853644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-are-happy-moments-good-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6657119912387068179</id><published>2008-02-13T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:46:48.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;disclaimer: everything written here is only my side of the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so it might be blown out of proportion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;make no mistake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next to me.but somewhere else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sacrifices at your convenience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reassurance for jealousy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;willingly falling into the vicious cycle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am backup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plan B.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;might as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;second best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;replacement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slowly building up my wall of pride again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prove it's worth feeling again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;otherwise, i'm resigned to waiting it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like i do all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6657119912387068179?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6657119912387068179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6657119912387068179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/02/disclaimer-everything-written-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-7088414317997381285</id><published>2008-02-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:21:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZAmezYA9DE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZAmezYA9DE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-7088414317997381285?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7088414317997381285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7088414317997381285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-4329915095668552596</id><published>2008-02-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:20:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever heard of the saying:&lt;br /&gt;when you're at your lowe&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t there's nowhere &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;lse to go but up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dont exactly think it's a saying but it should be.haha&lt;br /&gt;i think i make good sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very strange to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ry in the afternoon c&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;z den you cant just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are only as bad as you make it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ybody will be broken at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you dont know wad to do, eat a chocolate cook&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;e and smile.&lt;br /&gt;when you really dont know wad to do, eat many chocolate cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hat way &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou'll get fat and have something to do.like jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a song makes you emo and causes you to cry, do NOT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ut it on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;epeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the f&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;rst to laugh at your silliness bef&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;re anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; misfortune can serve as empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more w&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;se sayings, s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ay tuned cuz m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; emo rampage has just begun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;uoy fo ksa i lla si taht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-4329915095668552596?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/4329915095668552596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/4329915095668552596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/02/ever-heard-of-saying-when-youre-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-8093906336231483533</id><published>2008-01-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:12:44.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been like a monk.&lt;br /&gt;a monk who goes away every night to train in my discipline.&lt;br /&gt;a monk who silently shares the sufferings and pain with fellow monks.&lt;br /&gt;a monk who was isolated from everyone for 2 weeks plus.&lt;br /&gt;a monk who is a christian(????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA i have busy dancing like crazy for the past few weeks preparing for funkamania 2008.&lt;br /&gt;on the 20th of jan was the prelims at central forum.&lt;br /&gt;a big THANKYOU to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- debbie, amelia pretty, han solo, jamie for coming ALL the way down.we got a picture this time!&lt;br /&gt;- weilong and sharon for lilies! celine for makeup! na for just being you! all the screams from the blast ppl.&lt;br /&gt;- my dear hoopsider: jinglin, lina, becky, mel, shanshan, leron for sharing this with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never in my wildest dreams did i expect to get into the top 10 out of 31 freaking strong teams.&lt;br /&gt;so praise be to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den there was finals at youth park 27th jan.&lt;br /&gt;another big THANKYOU to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sharon for coming despite the heavy rain at boonlay!and weilong. celine for paying 9 dollars for parking! all the other supportive blast ppl.&lt;br /&gt;- my beloved rag dancers 06 AND 07! am very very touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no we didnt win but we sure as hell didnt lose either.&lt;br /&gt;would i have done it all over again and drag myself through all tt torture? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how some songs take the words right out of your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been sitting thinking bout you and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wondering why were not getting along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So frustrated cause, what we had was a happy home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what the situation is, but I can tell in the way we kiss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't talk no more, it feels better when I’m alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I feel like there's no gettin through to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you don't appreciate all that I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gotta show me that you want me to stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't turn and walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I’m slowly falling out of love with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did we end up here this way, what are we gonna do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m slowly falling out, baby we're tripping off silly things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I need you to meet me half way, if you want me to be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when, I be with my friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You checked on me and made time to call &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how things have changed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I don't hear from you at all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you were right from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i cant handle your busy schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it's unhealthy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we'll keep at it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-8093906336231483533?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8093906336231483533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8093906336231483533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-like-monk.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-5255221842987629260</id><published>2008-01-06T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:59:32.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i'm not pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;or rather i expect the worst.&lt;br /&gt;but i do hope for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;still there'll always be those i-told-you-so times.&lt;br /&gt;den i wished i hadnt been dumb enough to hope for better.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'd start hating myself.&lt;br /&gt;den again i get disappointed easily because i expect a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just said i dont expect much.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just expect more.&lt;br /&gt;for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!i really hope you understand but still i kinda know you just wont get it.&lt;br /&gt;and thus wishful thinking is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm pmsing&lt;br /&gt;but that's NOT THE FREAKING POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"it's not your fault.it's not mine.we just dont belong together.we should stop fighting that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;y hand is getting cold." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;classic i'd say.CLASSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i did the laundry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess i cant help feeling that deep down inside, you're still searching and waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-5255221842987629260?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5255221842987629260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5255221842987629260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-pessimistic.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-2279571022345885730</id><published>2007-11-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:27:49.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A How-to Guide:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Deal with Esther.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we shall discuss situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you want to make Esther happy and not annoyed:&lt;br /&gt;dont provoke her, pamper her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Esther's already annoyed:&lt;br /&gt;dont pretend she's not, pacify her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Esther isn't fully satisfied yet which would be when she's highly irritable:&lt;br /&gt;dont piss her off again, please her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if in doubt, assume worst case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;three simple lessons for application.&lt;br /&gt;till next time.thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-2279571022345885730?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2279571022345885730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2279571022345885730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-guide-how-to-deal-with-esther.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-2492162602341650375</id><published>2007-11-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:43:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, a regular entry.&lt;br /&gt;so no, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to worry about thinking too much just to make sense of my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three words.&lt;br /&gt;wee wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wee 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WE GOT THIRD!&lt;/strong&gt; for the anti-smoking dance competition(finals) held today at far east.&lt;br /&gt;the competition was strong and the fact that we were prob the only non-mat/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mina&lt;/span&gt; team, made us stand out a lot.which i suppose played to our advantage.and i choose to believe &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God answered our prayers ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wee 2)&lt;/span&gt; who else would i have imagined sharing my first competition with than &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MIX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wuahaha&lt;/span&gt;.thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;weilong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your patience and this opportunity to learn yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;choreo&lt;/span&gt;.thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for travelling with me!and for making laugh.thank you GIRLS!&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mamasan&lt;/span&gt; sham&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharonash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the many many many therapeutic sharing sessions.you guys have no idea how much you've helped just by listening to me whine.and mostly for keeping dance fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weeeeee 3)&lt;/span&gt; to those who bothered to stand in really weird places just to watch us and show your support, i am but very very grateful.especially to those who stuck around or came back even though there was a 4hr delay.churchies: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;debbie, joshua, hansolo, joyce, russell, claire, ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (hope i didnt leave anyone out) i am very touched that you guys really came to show your support although that must've been an unfamiliar and intimidating crowd to be around.and i didnt even get to take pictures with you guys!blastards: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hazel, idil, leron, grace, lionel (get well soon!), chun, fred, john, liren, erwin, joot, roz, caleb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and definitely far from last, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelvin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.thanks for your support, your shouts and screams, your encouragements, your faith in us.inspired.i'm truly blessed to have such friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to study :(&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;whinewhinewhine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;*2 months now. it's been crazy but no regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i thank God for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i thank God for lilies too :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;we'll make this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;the three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;you, me and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;[grateful]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-2492162602341650375?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2492162602341650375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2492162602341650375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-regular-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-920592566412236535</id><published>2007-11-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:45:57.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"you just deserve better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"do you honestly think it'll get better?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;err.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know those things that irk you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean hate is a strong word to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea well, i have a list of 10 things i HATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) roaches&lt;br /&gt;2) exams i'm not prepared for&lt;br /&gt;3) self-righteous people who really dont think they are so since they're on a morale pedestal&lt;br /&gt;4) people who live only for themselves as if the world revolves around them&lt;br /&gt;5) people who define themselves by their achievements and are just plain shallow&lt;br /&gt;6) people who not only cannot respect the views of others but wont even hear them out&lt;br /&gt;7) people who need acknowledgement, approval, popularity&lt;br /&gt;8) people who, after reading the above, get defensive instead of self-reflecting&lt;br /&gt;9) acne&lt;br /&gt;10) rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh how i could just go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but how ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;therein lies the fact that i am very much like these people i hate to have thought this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-920592566412236535?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/920592566412236535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/920592566412236535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-just-deserve-better-do-you-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-123129476340314654</id><published>2007-11-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:17:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all you who cringe at the thought of a mighty emo post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do not read on.you have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;must we always wait till something goes wrong before putting in the effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or do we assume status quo without having to do much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cling on to every single time we make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's hard not to think about how brief tt'll last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how many more times will i be disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how many more times will you be sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is this really trivial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the fact tt i place a lot of importance on it, isnt tt enough to make it matter to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i dont fit into your schedule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're always busy.so i guess tt's not possible either?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as long as you're free and it's convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i might be wrong.but you arent doing anything to make me think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i keep hoping one day i wont have to cry, to pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tt the hard times in the beginning would mean tt things can only get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you somehow manage to make me doubt tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know what i'm holding on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why i'm holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if i really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-123129476340314654?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/123129476340314654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/123129476340314654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-all-you-who-cringe-at-thought-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3098520582819073127</id><published>2007-10-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:36:53.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;surprise,&lt;/span&gt; for proving me wrong&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lily&lt;/span&gt;, for remembering&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;earphones&lt;/span&gt;! for going through all the trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trying real hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that perfect &lt;em&gt;"aww"&lt;/em&gt; moment]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-3098520582819073127?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3098520582819073127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3098520582819073127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-thank-you-for-surprise-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-1660909337408165423</id><published>2007-10-18T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:11:35.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would very much like to stop feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-1660909337408165423?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1660909337408165423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1660909337408165423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-would-very-much-like-to-stop-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-243942870231864331</id><published>2007-10-14T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:26:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(in reference to the previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's all a matter of give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a difference with being accomodating and being carried by the nose though.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's also forgiveness and second chances.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it'll be difficult to believe someone's trying when you keep bringing up the past right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;at least for last night it was.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you enjoyed yourself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very FULLerton.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.happybirthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-243942870231864331?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/243942870231864331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/243942870231864331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-reference-to-previous-post-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-5205102487849680387</id><published>2007-10-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:40:15.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times like this i wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it really worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why try so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[toolatetoapologize]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you dont have to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-5205102487849680387?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5205102487849680387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5205102487849680387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/10/times-like-this-i-wonder-is-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-7797909648374214777</id><published>2007-10-04T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:19:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;another emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simin said i'm the type who can hide my feelings all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here.&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; feeling like i'm in second place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt; at the thought that you might be settling for second choice just cuz it's easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; when i dont get your undivided attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; that you take for granted me being "fine" with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crashed&lt;/span&gt; that i cant seem to trust you enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;angry &lt;/span&gt;with myself cuz i get worked up over the littlest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; that you don't care as much as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;unconvinced&lt;/span&gt; that you'd give up as much as i would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vexed&lt;/span&gt; at my own insecurity and dependence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; that i might be freaking you out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm willing to do anything even you might find &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; just because i know it'll make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give you priority even though it's &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worry &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;excessively&lt;/span&gt; just so you know i bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; over the slightest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den impel myself to think it's &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take extra care to ensure you don't ever &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;give you up&lt;/span&gt; if that makes you happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for you still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see,&lt;br /&gt;i am very extreme.&lt;br /&gt;i think too much?&lt;br /&gt;but even so tt excuse cant mask insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;imprudent if you must.&lt;br /&gt;now that you know, can you handle it?&lt;br /&gt;wad are you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's got problems of their own.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna be a liability.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to burden anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so i'll deal with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont hide my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i just manage them the way i know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;screw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-7797909648374214777?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7797909648374214777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7797909648374214777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/10/lo-and-behold-another-emo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-8688377220139677230</id><published>2007-09-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:06:22.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a nice concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this idea we have is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doubtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;convenience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;currently highly irritable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sincerely concerned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pride over protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oversensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suppression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure how to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont want to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, you saw Mars.&lt;br /&gt;i saw heaven.&lt;br /&gt;a perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;clinging on to what you said.&lt;br /&gt;as if you really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[nretnalkcalb]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-8688377220139677230?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8688377220139677230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8688377220139677230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-nice-concept.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-7771969922145103567</id><published>2007-09-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:35:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;170907&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;i should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i am.right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wad i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insecured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need assurance.&lt;br /&gt;confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;not just in word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said you're willing to sacrifice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not sure i see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[with or without you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-7771969922145103567?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7771969922145103567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7771969922145103567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/09/170907-so-its-finally-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-1447408508089495073</id><published>2007-08-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:56:24.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions come and go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who knows how the wind will blow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There's so little in this world to trust in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seduce themselves with lies&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some don't realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;They call it love but it's really only lustin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So you see you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We're gettin close to the danger zone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Show me how tell me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I stay or should i go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause I'm caught between yes and no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause when you kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I feel everything that I been missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to slow down but my heart won't listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's tearin me all up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And when you touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel a rush but I'm afraid that it might crush me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Should I put my trust in somethin' I don't trust in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I try to run but there's no place to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause baby kisses don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You whisper in my ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But are your words sincere&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause pretty words can cut just like a knife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see I'm nobody's fool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I play by my own rules&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So please think twice before you step into my life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-1447408508089495073?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1447408508089495073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1447408508089495073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/08/emotions-come-and-go-who-knows-how-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-8440788901904193427</id><published>2007-07-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:05:30.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you love something, let it go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if it comes back then that’s how you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can somebody help me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To help me get out of this circle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess it's better this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i said i'd try and i always keep my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-8440788901904193427?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8440788901904193427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8440788901904193427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3429067832091151233</id><published>2007-07-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:04:01.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bumped into an old friend on the way home today.&lt;br /&gt;he used to be one of the prominent youths at church.&lt;br /&gt;"now i have sunday mornings free!"he chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever stop going to church?&lt;br /&gt;besides i know i'm just going through the motions.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i did qt?&lt;br /&gt;or prayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you, God?&lt;br /&gt;do you really want me back?&lt;br /&gt;even after knowing i'll stray far again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;loathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpless.&lt;br /&gt;desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-3429067832091151233?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3429067832091151233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3429067832091151233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-bumped-into-old-friend-on-way-home_07.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-8104493268521778853</id><published>2007-07-06T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:41:17.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is gonna be a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quick and brief&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;update&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went and came back from &lt;strong&gt;scamp!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; being a snr for &lt;strong&gt;shikra&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;losing my voice&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;massdance:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up when i get them.&lt;br /&gt;it's the period now when i reflect on the time one year ago when i was a freshman.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we did well enough as seniors to make the freshmen feel as &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; as we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dxo&lt;/strong&gt; performance was great!&lt;br /&gt;gosh wad could be better den performing with you &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;closest friends&lt;/span&gt; who just happen to be &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;excellent dancers&lt;/span&gt;.heh.&lt;br /&gt;we brought &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sexy back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rag trng&lt;/strong&gt; has started.&lt;br /&gt;means hours of &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sleepless&lt;/span&gt; night getting the choreo and song.&lt;br /&gt;and den settling the dancers and their &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;committment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish they'd come to know how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;important and impactfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; joining rag dance is.&lt;br /&gt;once a ragger always a ragger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once a rag dancer always a rag dancer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those things noone explains but everyone who experienced it understands.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not one regrets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we said we'll be back last year.&lt;br /&gt;and now we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performed at &lt;strong&gt;whitley sec sch&lt;/strong&gt; for their assembly.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew typical sch gangsters really existed!&lt;br /&gt;and i kept thinking.how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;akangdatang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- DR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Dancetitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Vietnam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- more rag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- blast! chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Christmas production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=honestly, are you sure you're emotionally unattached?=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-8104493268521778853?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8104493268521778853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8104493268521778853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-gonna-be-quick-and-brief-update.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-8640297580963241270</id><published>2007-06-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:18:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;science camp is soooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and dancing has been good to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but they're just activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what an apt song to dance to at caleb's class today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what options do i have now?really.let's not be naiive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Want to, but I can't help it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love the way you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;just kinda stuck between my fantasy and what is real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need it when I want it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want it when I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tell myself "I'll stop" every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;knowing that I won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got a problem and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't know what to do about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;even If I did I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I would quit but I doubt it, I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;takin' by the thought of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I know this much is true baby you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;have become my addiction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m so strung out on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can barely move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and it's all because of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and it's all because never get enough she’s the sweetest drug  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aint no doubt.so strung out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-8640297580963241270?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8640297580963241270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/8640297580963241270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/06/science-camp-is-soooon-and-dancing-has.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-1018454219796822805</id><published>2007-06-10T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:32:23.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3_gIi4ECok" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because everybody needs to hear him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-1018454219796822805?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1018454219796822805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1018454219796822805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/06/because-everybody-needs-to-hear-him.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6163050429884056047</id><published>2007-06-04T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:47:10.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i'm back from vietnam.yes, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i guess this warrants a post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that is how i make up lame excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg lame.who uses that word should be shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to vietnam over the weekend for my friends' graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;natalie, richie, dustin, wren, and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're one year my jnr and exactly one year ago i promised that i'd be back for their graduation.and i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they had it at the opera house.grand sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had ours in the stinky cafeteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they had flowers to give to their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we played a song from a cd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they had a much improved band play pomp and circumstance and ode to joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had a sad ass band try and play pomp and circumstance and ode to joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they had a decent programme sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had photocopied recycled paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they could throw their hats upwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had to throw our forwards cuz the ceiling was three inches above our heads.we did manage to hit a couple of teachers though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;they had more graduates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we had an awesome afterparty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the graduates: there is life outside vietnam. and it's only just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met up with my ex classmates and went to this new club called volcano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my rich friends.wuaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also met up with the youth group ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and believe it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like spending time with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i do miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do i choose between them and dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i have to in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so many things i gotta know the answers to"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- PS I'm Still Not Over You--Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6163050429884056047?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6163050429884056047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6163050429884056047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-im-back-from-vietnam.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-7921171599574376438</id><published>2007-05-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:47:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so this is the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when all the lying wont work anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i knew it would come but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess it's better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you still want the best of both worlds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's nothing to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-7921171599574376438?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7921171599574376438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/7921171599574376438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-so-this-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3094053509505578957</id><published>2007-05-23T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:30:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok you dont.if you did i wouldnt have to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so why do we always ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RASHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had rashes on my neck and back in vietnam(refer to previous post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den it all cleared by the time i boarded the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; den this morning i woke up and i was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COVERED&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG RED&lt;/span&gt; patches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never seen it sooooo bad before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this time it was on my arms, legs, back, front, neck.even my toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i went to see a doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he gave me jab and prescibed new and stronger pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he said it wasnt contageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went home to sleep and when i got up it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUCHHH&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i went for blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; cleared after practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only to have the rashes break out after lepaking with the krazies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this time it was on my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks so much &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sharon, rahm and weilong&lt;/span&gt; for caring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway now i'm home and it's not getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the thing i hate most about this is that you never know if you're really cured and when it'll just break out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROARRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rashes.&lt;br /&gt;make them go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-3094053509505578957?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3094053509505578957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3094053509505578957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-know-what-ok-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-2635399409638984701</id><published>2007-05-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:17:40.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all ye faithful readers of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from vietnam that is.&lt;br /&gt;went with janice, grams and grandaunt.&lt;br /&gt;the new place is nice but out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;and hcmc is getting expensive.relative NOT to singapore though.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.went to muine too!&lt;br /&gt;anyone going to viet MUST go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den on the day i was to fly back i broke out in rashes and ran a temp.&lt;br /&gt;but thank God i recovered quick.&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'll be back there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got reminded how vietnam's culture is just so different.&lt;br /&gt;but who am i to be ethnocentric right.&lt;br /&gt;den again singaporeans arent the most pleasant people either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i got:&lt;br /&gt;- star tees for dance ppl&lt;br /&gt;- belt out of compulse&lt;br /&gt;- hair clip for erm. clipping hair&lt;br /&gt;- altered a pair of three-quart jeans&lt;br /&gt;- made two copies of three-quarts&lt;br /&gt;- heels cuz i felt bad for trying every single pair in the shop&lt;br /&gt;- slippers cuz i felt like bargaining&lt;br /&gt;- gum cuz i always get gum&lt;br /&gt;- bra!cuz it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;- shades cuz the lady was only willing to lower the price if we bought more den one&lt;br /&gt;- a haircut cuz it was only 3 dollars&lt;br /&gt;- nails done for fun&lt;br /&gt;- massages cuz something is very wrong with my right foot.cant walk properly&lt;br /&gt;- slightly tanned at the awesome beach at muine&lt;br /&gt;- cheap and gooooood jap food at my favorite jap restaurant&lt;br /&gt;- great and cheap seafood&lt;br /&gt;- sand in my pants from the sand dunes.ha&lt;br /&gt;- visibly fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired and not feeling too good.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i dont blog as much when i actually have the time to.&lt;br /&gt;majulah singapura!&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMNESS PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-2635399409638984701?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2635399409638984701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2635399409638984701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-ye-faithful-readers-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6296461890548974873</id><published>2007-05-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:50:13.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow when you have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;you dont.&lt;br /&gt;it's different.&lt;br /&gt;like weilong and rahm feel toward youtube watching.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i am but bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the holidays now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;okay an update would be apt now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-papers are over and tt's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the WHOLE year one of uni life.wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;that was fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-been slacking BECAUSE I CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;not even bothered to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-been shopping!with the krazies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and i've FINALLY got them black skinnys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-got a LOT of clothes from debbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and nope.not ashamed one bit tt i'd live off her:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-got fishieses!MANYMANYMANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so hopefully the impact wouldnt tt bad when one dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;which happens.often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-got the wireless router thanks to david dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but it's just the router cuz i dont have the cables to configure my com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-went for the science camp briefing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and boy what a surprise to find out i was made aogl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;wuaha together with ah pek as ogl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;we're so gonna die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok and den i'll be away in vietnam with jan from the 14th to 22nd of may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe na and mo too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den again in june and july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow this 3 month break doesnt seem that long anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;things to accomplish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-lose weight.say 5 to 8 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-change my hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-dance dance dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-watch movies.namely pirates, fantastic 4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont think i'd accomplish much but hey, everyone knows goals are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes i'd like very much to just spend time with anyone i've not been able to much during term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so come come dont be shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holla at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6296461890548974873?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6296461890548974873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6296461890548974873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/05/somehow-when-you-have-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6239385141983268920</id><published>2007-04-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:53:22.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Makes Me Wonder-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still dont have a reason&lt;br /&gt;and you dont have the time&lt;br /&gt;and it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;if i ever gave a *pause* bout you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;cuz i dont believe in you anymore, anymore&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it even makes a difference&lt;br /&gt;it even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you tell me how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;but i dont believe it's true anymore, anymore&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;one day a week&lt;br /&gt;and it wont hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you caught me in a lie&lt;br /&gt;i have no alibi&lt;br /&gt;the words you say dont have a meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;catchy song i see myself singing to at kbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no my papers arent over just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ending on the 3rd of may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i guess this would constitute wasting time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note:&lt;br /&gt;uncle fred passed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;somehow it doesnt feel real.&lt;br /&gt;as if we could still go carolling at their house.&lt;br /&gt;or see him greeting everyone so warmly at the main entrance of the sanctury.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he could be the minister of my wedding, just like my he was for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad i knew him.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet he's been as much a role model and inspiration to everyone he had met as he was to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always remember what he said before i got baptised:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6239385141983268920?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6239385141983268920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6239385141983268920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/04/makes-me-wonder-i-still-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-331597561343994636</id><published>2007-04-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:39:27.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it amazes me how much people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've all had moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anguish&lt;/span&gt; that brought forth ceaseless tears.&lt;br /&gt;you cried out, in &lt;em&gt;desperation&lt;/em&gt;, for anyone, anything to stop your &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;infuriation&lt;/span&gt; that evoked such &lt;em&gt;recklessness&lt;/em&gt;, that summoned the &lt;strong&gt;monster&lt;/strong&gt; in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terror&lt;/span&gt; that struck so hard you started to disregard rational thought.&lt;br /&gt;you were beside yourself in &lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; that pushed your boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;you escaped into your &lt;strong&gt;fantasies&lt;/strong&gt; and for that moment, they became reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness, no. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;euphoria&lt;/span&gt; that made you &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; you could take on the world.&lt;br /&gt;you wished you could stop time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt; that left you &lt;em&gt;flustered&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you lost sight of everything in your &lt;strong&gt;disorientation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;callousness&lt;/span&gt; that resulted in &lt;strong&gt;doubts&lt;/strong&gt; about your very humanity.&lt;br /&gt;but then again you really couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have you ever &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; unconditionally, &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;that it wouldn't bother you the slightest if it were unrequited.&lt;br /&gt;that you felt like you could &lt;strong&gt;sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt; anything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;and you did.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't matter that it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i don't think i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although i'd like too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm too &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.too scared.too &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apprehensive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, what's the point in having a heart to feel anything if you use your brain to govern everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so am i saying that we should just rip our hearts out and stop feeling altogether?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz my brain's not functioning and my heart's stopped feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-331597561343994636?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/331597561343994636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/331597561343994636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-amazes-me-how-much-people-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-1693461364979066470</id><published>2007-04-14T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:32:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DENG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's never been a good thing.unless i had to go swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but not now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no wonder i've been so tired and sluggish as of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm wait.i'm always sluggish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;studying requires you to sit on your ass for long periods (oh pun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is NOT comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go away deng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i should study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will.later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;letsgooutandplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;andlaughastimepasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-1693461364979066470?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1693461364979066470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/1693461364979066470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/04/deng.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3598318723900692328</id><published>2007-04-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:26:44.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it's here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreaded exam period.&lt;br /&gt;dreaded in which sense for most people would mean having to study like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;well i dont think they can quite differentiate one day from the next.&lt;br /&gt;it's all a blur.&lt;br /&gt;the airconditioning in the library is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but see to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dread it because it's also my depressed period.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;depressing isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i know i should study but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;like now.&lt;br /&gt;when i do i start to hate everything i'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i see how others are so stressed and i cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the house has become very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like quiet.not usually.&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad are busy getting robbed in vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;korkor is busy annoying poor kuanmei with timbaland songs.&lt;br /&gt;cheche sleeps quite early now.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;i use horse shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could be like we were before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[wemaynotbemorethanfriends.butwe'renothinglesseither]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-3598318723900692328?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3598318723900692328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3598318723900692328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-its-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3475090183506601839</id><published>2007-03-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:34:56.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cathay.Stomp The Yard.Long Sleeves Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we meant take a picture of sharon and i you kukus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkaJyM_YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7gqqad8OaaU/s1600-h/DU+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047378945352990082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkaJyM_YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7gqqad8OaaU/s320/DU+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"weilong dont make my legs look fat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkaZyM_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZNY2Ox65rro/s1600-h/DU+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047378949647957394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkaZyM_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZNY2Ox65rro/s320/DU+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"esther close your legs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/Rgvka5yM_aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NCPJWgjHlOA/s1600-h/DU+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047378958237892002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/Rgvka5yM_aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NCPJWgjHlOA/s320/DU+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ssssstomp the yard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkbJyM_bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0j0YnEWBIeQ/s1600-h/DU+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047378962532859314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkbJyM_bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0j0YnEWBIeQ/s320/DU+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i brought a camera so must take pictures wad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjOZyM_XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tdyHKiFmupA/s1600-h/DU+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047377643977899378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjOZyM_XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tdyHKiFmupA/s320/DU+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance Uncensored '07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"where's esther again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjMpyM_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jt8gMoLidZ4/s1600-h/DU+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047377613913128242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjMpyM_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jt8gMoLidZ4/s320/DU+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kelvin and alvan not knowing how else to pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjM5yM_UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KM514lGxm8E/s1600-h/DU+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047377618208095554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjM5yM_UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KM514lGxm8E/s320/DU+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wedding picture 1:sharon's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjNpyM_VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KnFdH3t00hk/s1600-h/DU+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047377631092997458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjNpyM_VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KnFdH3t00hk/s320/DU+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wedding picture 2:weilong's dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjN5yM_WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xMn_sF3-OqE/s1600-h/DU+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047377635387964770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvjN5yM_WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xMn_sF3-OqE/s320/DU+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"linda linda take picture!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/Rgvht5yM_OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OsvAccJlJrQ/s1600-h/DU+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375986120522978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/Rgvht5yM_OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OsvAccJlJrQ/s320/DU+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how does uncle jacky get two girls in his arms all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvhuJyM_PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/INSQTTC4I8w/s1600-h/DU+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375990415490290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvhuJyM_PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/INSQTTC4I8w/s320/DU+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLAST PICTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvhupyM_QI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_xa-4-E7S_o/s1600-h/DU+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047375999005424898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvhupyM_QI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_xa-4-E7S_o/s320/DU+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;siaozhabohs "chelly chelly long cham pus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/Rgvhu5yM_RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/91MOISpBxq8/s1600-h/DU+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047376003300392210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/Rgvhu5yM_RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/91MOISpBxq8/s320/DU+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alvan and prop(flowers, not me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvhvZyM_SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EDHWLnUMKSM/s1600-h/DU+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047376011890326818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvhvZyM_SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EDHWLnUMKSM/s320/DU+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rahbandung aka quasibodoh and i doing what we do best:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;riding on the east-west line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgKZyM_JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S-k7gCJXAQM/s1600-h/DU+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047374276723539090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgKZyM_JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S-k7gCJXAQM/s320/DU+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"let's not wait for sharon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgKpyM_KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PRQTZ6EeFM4/s1600-h/DU+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047374281018506402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgKpyM_KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PRQTZ6EeFM4/s320/DU+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they danced really hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgLJyM_LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YAkh7n-y13w/s1600-h/DU+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047374289608441010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgLJyM_LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YAkh7n-y13w/s320/DU+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;someone please give us better poses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgLZyM_MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XDezka_rowo/s1600-h/DU+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047374293903408322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgLZyM_MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XDezka_rowo/s320/DU+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;awwwwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgL5yM_NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-Z3UCH4ci50/s1600-h/DU+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047374302493342930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvgL5yM_NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-Z3UCH4ci50/s320/DU+007.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/10172662-3475090183506601839?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3475090183506601839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3475090183506601839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgvkaJyM_YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7gqqad8OaaU/s72-c/DU+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6889234955588965860</id><published>2007-03-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:43:46.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"clouds in my coffee"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting too comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i guess it has to stop now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before it's becomes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"who's your next victim?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'm not strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow i would like to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's not what you say, it's what you do"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pride is the only thing in the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of anything concrete happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i bet you think this song is about you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd like something real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;because i'm better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6889234955588965860?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6889234955588965860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6889234955588965860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/clouds-in-my-coffee-getting-too.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3792332089094892626</id><published>2007-03-24T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:39:31.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;he[x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group of six of us from tkgs.&lt;br /&gt;real people.real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i cant have fun without them.&lt;br /&gt;or that i feel guilty if i do enjoy myself with other people.&lt;br /&gt;we've all changed in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we havent lost anything.&lt;br /&gt;not us.&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessed to have you girls.&lt;br /&gt;after so long.&lt;br /&gt;we dont see each other so often.&lt;br /&gt;or even talk.&lt;br /&gt;but whenever we do it feels right again.&lt;br /&gt;comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone can say this.&lt;br /&gt;but i can.&lt;br /&gt;i've got 5 friends who'll be there till forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to he[x]:&lt;br /&gt;yenchyi, minhui, rachel, laipeng and sheena&lt;br /&gt;i miss you and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always ster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-3792332089094892626?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3792332089094892626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3792332089094892626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/hex-group-of-six-of-us-from-tkgs.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6056930065680094987</id><published>2007-03-22T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:44:28.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i'm sick of photobucket i shall upload pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;fareast.bubbletea.haircuts.neoprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgmQrpZVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FiQb4e0bJZQ/s1600-h/out+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044771111781885266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgmQrpZVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FiQb4e0bJZQ/s320/out+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he[x] sans laipeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;chel na and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdPwrpZOI/AAAAAAAAADg/VJCbJIziiQk/s1600-h/sentosa+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044767426699945186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdPwrpZOI/AAAAAAAAADg/VJCbJIziiQk/s320/sentosa+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;mo and chyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdQArpZPI/AAAAAAAAADo/TaJMSU01Yeg/s1600-h/sentosa+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044767430994912498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdQArpZPI/AAAAAAAAADo/TaJMSU01Yeg/s320/sentosa+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vaguely familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdQQrpZQI/AAAAAAAAADw/jID7dxh93Pc/s1600-h/sentosa+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044767435289879810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdQQrpZQI/AAAAAAAAADw/jID7dxh93Pc/s320/sentosa+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it has become part of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgiwrpZRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NVP_ATm04aQ/s1600-h/sentosa+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044771051652343058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgiwrpZRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NVP_ATm04aQ/s320/sentosa+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgjgrpZTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/plT-5dM1h4A/s1600-h/sentosa+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044771064537244978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgjgrpZTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/plT-5dM1h4A/s320/sentosa+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i still cant tell the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgjQrpZSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e5Q_YQ8WWJI/s1600-h/sentosa+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044771060242277666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgjQrpZSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e5Q_YQ8WWJI/s320/sentosa+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we can so sit on that thing la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgjwrpZUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GgsGuETG1k/s1600-h/sentosa+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044771068832212290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgjwrpZUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5GgsGuETG1k/s320/sentosa+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SENTOSA WITH CHURCHIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay fine debbie looks nicer with HER shades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb5grpZHI/AAAAAAAAACo/nY4bW_b_JhQ/s1600-h/sentosa+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044765944936227954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb5grpZHI/AAAAAAAAACo/nY4bW_b_JhQ/s320/sentosa+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we really had to wait damn long cuz hubbie and jues got lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb6ArpZII/AAAAAAAAACw/qn9vPSl3fQU/s1600-h/sentosa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044765953526162562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb6ArpZII/AAAAAAAAACw/qn9vPSl3fQU/s320/sentosa+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boys will be boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb6QrpZJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TQvfUejg0JU/s1600-h/sentosa+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044765957821129874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb6QrpZJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TQvfUejg0JU/s320/sentosa+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ultimate guniang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb6wrpZKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zAMzjAA7r5o/s1600-h/sentosa+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044765966411064482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb6wrpZKI/AAAAAAAAADA/zAMzjAA7r5o/s320/sentosa+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ultimate taitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb7ArpZLI/AAAAAAAAADI/0b6uP953AP8/s1600-h/sentosa+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044765970706031794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKb7ArpZLI/AAAAAAAAADI/0b6uP953AP8/s320/sentosa+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we insist on getting a tan at 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdPQrpZMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fmKdCM4B-oY/s1600-h/sentosa+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044767418110010562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdPQrpZMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fmKdCM4B-oY/s320/sentosa+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy three friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKalwrpZFI/AAAAAAAAACY/IQ0cUGfl1eA/s1600-h/sentosa+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764506122183762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKalwrpZFI/AAAAAAAAACY/IQ0cUGfl1eA/s320/sentosa+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;who's the camwhore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKamQrpZGI/AAAAAAAAACg/4L_XT1Pj1tI/s1600-h/sentosa+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764514712118370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKamQrpZGI/AAAAAAAAACg/4L_XT1Pj1tI/s320/sentosa+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how i fell and am scarred for life.joshua &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he WILL be scarred for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWKwrpY4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xk_XYV1YZEM/s1600-h/Esther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044759644219204482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWKwrpY4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xk_XYV1YZEM/s320/Esther.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nickyyyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWLQrpY5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/IPd-A7pxQpk/s1600-h/sentosa+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044759652809139090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWLQrpY5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/IPd-A7pxQpk/s320/sentosa+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;courtesy of tim who's always behind the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdPQrpZNI/AAAAAAAAADY/z5qWW_MgvVY/s1600-h/TheGang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044767418110010578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKdPQrpZNI/AAAAAAAAADY/z5qWW_MgvVY/s320/TheGang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tim, this is artistic.not random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWLgrpY6I/AAAAAAAAABA/asVoOQAPEKU/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044759657104106402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWLgrpY6I/AAAAAAAAABA/asVoOQAPEKU/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the million faces of nicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044759661399073714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWLwrpY7I/AAAAAAAAABI/gGZOx3Cs1P4/s320/sentosa+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we thanked God sarah wasnt driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWMArpY8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7SBeKiKxlLQ/s1600-h/sentosa+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044759665694041026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKWMArpY8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7SBeKiKxlLQ/s320/sentosa+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;debbie's actually a good driver when her hair is fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYnQrpY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/fY-Df73jDOo/s1600-h/sentosa+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044762332868731858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYnQrpY9I/AAAAAAAAABY/fY-Df73jDOo/s320/sentosa+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;candid you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYngrpY-I/AAAAAAAAABg/156BpJpaQh8/s1600-h/sentosa+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044762337163699170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYngrpY-I/AAAAAAAAABg/156BpJpaQh8/s320/sentosa+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;enough la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYoArpY_I/AAAAAAAAABo/05O2_w-KAB8/s1600-h/sentosa+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044762345753633778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYoArpY_I/AAAAAAAAABo/05O2_w-KAB8/s320/sentosa+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;debbie and sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYogrpZAI/AAAAAAAAABw/WH1o9_ndsao/s1600-h/sentosa+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044762354343568386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYogrpZAI/AAAAAAAAABw/WH1o9_ndsao/s320/sentosa+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sure what this is supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYpArpZBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/20zlSWuzrAE/s1600-h/sentosa+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044762362933502994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKYpArpZBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/20zlSWuzrAE/s320/sentosa+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what would i do without you.erm not get into an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKaggrpZCI/AAAAAAAAACA/BKPlqYn_MTk/s1600-h/sentosa+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764415927870498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKaggrpZCI/AAAAAAAAACA/BKPlqYn_MTk/s320/sentosa+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cant wait to relive the days at siglap plain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKahArpZDI/AAAAAAAAACI/oU6uMH-Esd8/s1600-h/sentosa+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764424517805106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKahArpZDI/AAAAAAAAACI/oU6uMH-Esd8/s320/sentosa+010.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/10172662-6056930065680094987?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6056930065680094987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6056930065680094987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-im-sick-of-photobucket-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RgKgmQrpZVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FiQb4e0bJZQ/s72-c/out+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-3230035182779857074</id><published>2007-03-22T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:10:03.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloodyroaringknschitoadchelichelilongchampus&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;at my own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;i just got robbed of $65.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i agreed to buy some royal jelly shiat.&lt;br /&gt;see they called when i was sleeping so i guess i grunted half the time.&lt;br /&gt;and they really came to my hse LA!&lt;br /&gt;i decided to just pay cuz my grandma was getting into a fit.&lt;br /&gt;so now i have a bottle of Eternal Youth Royal Jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS ROYAL JELLY?&lt;br /&gt;damn expensive honey.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know if it's the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson: dont pick up the phone when you're sleeping unless you know who's calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the longer it drags the harder it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;more complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so i must stop it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;but do i really want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and i'd love to blame it on you but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i need exclusivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-3230035182779857074?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3230035182779857074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/3230035182779857074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloodyroaringknschitoadchelichelilongch.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-5769260898985991349</id><published>2007-03-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:24:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i lie to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big lies.very big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's hope i dont end up hating myself for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though i think i already do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it was good while it lasted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;headstrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"everything's mind over matter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"this is THE ideal situation!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it, minhui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-5769260898985991349?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5769260898985991349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5769260898985991349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-529482027177066627</id><published>2007-03-12T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:36:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-529482027177066627?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/529482027177066627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/529482027177066627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6327347932856460617</id><published>2007-03-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:31:59.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOSH&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;chingay is finally over.den i wish it wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;hiphop nite is over too.&lt;br /&gt;photos are up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/nus/chingay/"&gt;http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/nus/chingay/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting myself into a big mess&lt;br /&gt;but i proceed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howell it's my birthday tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and i've got papers tmr, the next day and the day after.&lt;br /&gt;oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me indulge--wishlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-nothing cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-nothing impractical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-money is always good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-a meal is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-nice multipurpose bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-shoes!(for dance or heels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-bling belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uoy fo erac ekat em tel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6327347932856460617?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6327347932856460617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6327347932856460617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-gosh-im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-5038221537816989854</id><published>2007-02-19T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:32:47.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq4zWDgRApw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[WalkAway]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw you wit your new girl just yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I feel that I must confess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though it kills me to have to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll admit that I was impressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Physically just short of perfection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta commend you on your selection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I know I shouldn't be concerned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the back of my mind I can't help but question.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess I gotta live my life from day to day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoping maybe you'll come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I tell myself not to be afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To move on but it seems I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though a new man has given me attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It ain't the same as your affection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I know I should be content &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the back of my mind I can't help but question... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna remember you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gonna remember me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The things we did, the way we shared our fantasies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend, My love, My family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did we lose a love that seemed meant to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I kiss her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wish that it was you I'm kissing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I miss him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And wish that it was you i'm missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I hug her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wish that it was you I was huggin'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I realize how much i'm buggin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[DoingTooMuch]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you got me all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting right here by the phone for you to call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to hear your voice tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep on wondering if you was even feeling meI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; keep on wondering if this was even meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me am I wasting time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy you showing me no sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it 'cause you on your grind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause you're always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep on wondering if everything you said was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep on wondering if you were really coming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet some other guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it gets hard sometimes 'cause there ain't no one just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try my best but I can't shake this thing you got me going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I can picture is the color of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the way you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't felt this in a while but I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The way I feel about myself 'cause I got self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy&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/10172662-5038221537816989854?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5038221537816989854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5038221537816989854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/02/walkaway-i-saw-you-wit-your-new-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-2045635184397566295</id><published>2007-02-11T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:33:52.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been dancing every day since last sunday&lt;br /&gt;and i dont recall coming home before 12 this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a performance on sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont think it went very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i love you cheongsam fighters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we'll pull through ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den there was chingay.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where i get the energy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;only by God's grace huh.&lt;br /&gt;come down and party on the 23rd and 24th of feb yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went blading today with the churchies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes i'm sorry for screaming so loud and cutting off blood circulation in some of y'all's arms:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i wonder if i'm being oversensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or unrealistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or just emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i do wish that you'd be the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm my biggest obstacle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-2045635184397566295?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2045635184397566295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2045635184397566295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/02/been-dancing-every-day-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-5575775238308458225</id><published>2007-01-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:33:54.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to &lt;strong&gt;study.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone &lt;strong&gt;make&lt;/strong&gt; me study please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ate a &lt;strong&gt;maggot&lt;/strong&gt; in soci tutorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i played the &lt;strong&gt;gamelan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like eating &lt;strong&gt;chakwayteow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wish to get my hopes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i do wish for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet i dont wish to make a fool of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i could stop thinking so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT ESTHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-5575775238308458225?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5575775238308458225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5575775238308458225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-need-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-2985535425208778349</id><published>2007-01-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:15:10.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom's home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes korkor wedding is nearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;annoying old him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one to pick me from mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;send me to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sing irritating songs with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laugh at names and make fun of people with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAnyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna go visit vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pls tell me asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-=thetargethasbeenset(:=-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-2985535425208778349?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2985535425208778349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/2985535425208778349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/01/moms-home-and-yes-korkor-wedding-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-5733746349272577442</id><published>2007-01-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:10:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been dancing.&lt;br /&gt;quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i neglect everything else?&lt;br /&gt;everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish?&lt;br /&gt;but den i'd appreciate a little understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ppl get emo.&lt;br /&gt;i get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;den emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-5733746349272577442?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5733746349272577442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/5733746349272577442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-been-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-282221124135660874</id><published>2007-01-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:18:01.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to get a lot of things done soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) get chingay clothes: hot pink top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) get textbooks: anyone has IT text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) get shoes for kor's wedding: to match off-white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) get hongbao box and thank you cards: therefore meet don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) get my ipod: back from repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) get organized: cuz i'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far everything's just a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd like to settle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes, maybe in more ways den one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can anybody out there hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz i cant seem to hear myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[losing my way]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-282221124135660874?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/282221124135660874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/282221124135660874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-214677436102016063</id><published>2007-01-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:14:59.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am alive and well.thank you for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just start cuz there's sooo much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;over and sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;results are out and they suck worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well could be worse.and i shouldnt have expected much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please dont ask how i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CLUBBING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went for a couple of parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vj post prom at DXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sarah dearest and i crashed the vj prom itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are we cool or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and here what does not refer to pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nic's birthday at dblO and MOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still dont pay for entry.and drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess i'm not gonna club as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to melbourne with my folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fell really sick on the plane ride there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and remained sick till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got to visit family friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'd like an ang moh husband and 5 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peter's 5 children were just gorgeous angels.really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and anni was the prettiest girl i've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i came back from aus 4am 18th dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den i went for blast camp 5pm 18th dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it was so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had A LOT of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes we danced from 8 in the morning till 3 the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;family dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;COPTHORNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls and i had a room at copthorne for the 30th to 31th dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i say.it's been six years and i'm just so in love with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;took a hundred pictures.literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and suffered through korean boyband songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RaOzyJLeBwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CUFrYGDUncs/s1600-h/km+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018052083859719938" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RaOzyJLeBwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CUFrYGDUncs/s320/km+032.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WENT TO ZOUK IN FBTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sneaked to the lobby for 2 free breakfasts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just the way i'd like to end my year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WATCHNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to church for the countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den to east coast with the churchies.&lt;br /&gt;it's great we can still do this year after year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOKIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peggy was desperately in need of dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so she called and asked me to dance with the illers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for nokia's Nseries press launch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i'd get paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so decided to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little did i know we'd be dancing to punk rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wad in the world is a punk rock dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were just madly jumping and hopping around.&lt;br /&gt;much to the dismay of the organizers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the band from texas was really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the greyskulls. pictures will be up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;preview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RaOvHpLeBvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YFmttn9_IzQ/s1600-h/nokia+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018046955668768498" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RaOvHpLeBvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YFmttn9_IzQ/s320/nokia+009.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weilong and ilovemyhair-me&lt;br /&gt;and that was my first day of school.HEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;CHINGAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chingay practices have started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's fun cuz half the dancers are from blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but trying to be an ic isnt always fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least weilong seems more responsible:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's just try to make it through till the final performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes it only started this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm sooo busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taking 2 core modules: biodiversity and biostats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intro to computing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intro to sociology and old and new music in SE asia with rahman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess i'd have to really "pull up my socks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm never liked that expression.or socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok that's just a really brief outline of the highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so tired i could.erm.sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so sleep i shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KRAZYKRUMPETS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-214677436102016063?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/214677436102016063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/214677436102016063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-i-am-alive-and-well.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-ARRmdsPJ0/RaOzyJLeBwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CUFrYGDUncs/s72-c/km+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-4440750484012235547</id><published>2006-12-01T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:28:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mom called last night amidst my studying.&lt;br /&gt;she said to forget about my previous papers and to do my best for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;and that she's praying.oh and to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;that is enough reason for me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;nor did i do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's papers were.&lt;br /&gt;brilliantly awfull.if i can say that.&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so confident about failing before.&lt;br /&gt;well there's really no odds for betting since i hardly did ANY question.&lt;br /&gt;still.some ppl owe me ice cream and food.&lt;br /&gt;see.when i say i'm gonna screw up, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like those ppl who'd freak out over several questions.&lt;br /&gt;if i thought the paper was alright and that i didnt do too badly.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be the first one to say so.&lt;br /&gt;so.try.comfort me.with more than just "no la.."s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tired and i'm just.&lt;br /&gt;well.feeling blahish.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to monday.&lt;br /&gt;at least to 11am on monday.&lt;br /&gt;den it's partypartyparty.&lt;br /&gt;oh and tanning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm whiter den chyi now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;one more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my outsides look cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my insides are blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz everytime i think i'm through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's because of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try different ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's still the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz at the end of the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got myself to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just trippin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-4440750484012235547?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/4440750484012235547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/4440750484012235547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/12/mom-called-last-night-amidst-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-6968923744310093517</id><published>2006-11-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:48:53.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reading week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were supposed to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wait.study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently we have exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHILE ALL THE ALEVEL PPL ARE PARTYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i am sour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well.didnt do much studying to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldnt overcome the high activation energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as would a science person say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wad am i doing in science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so friday was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not good friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tkgs 4e1'04 had a gathering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more than 4 ppl showed up this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am proud:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to sarah's aka SS rep house at NINE AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we dont understand the concept of TOO many pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're up: http://photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/tkgs4e104/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love how we're still so comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prap and srap came to my hse after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;farah=prap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sarah=srap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they were supposed to help me with chem cuz apparently i had an exam the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow we ended up dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;curling hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and painting nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ultimate stress relieving session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember the really crazy things we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how we made it to channel 5 news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had the best times ever huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we turn out alright.right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing's fun anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what have i been reduced to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(errr.alcohol??SHUDDUP STER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reality slapped HARD when they left me to my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bloody organic chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean half the things i'm supposed to have already known from jc i dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i was in VIETNAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i really dont have ANY motivation to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's the point you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no interest in science or any career linked to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just gimme my degree damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came back from chem test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's over and that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go ahead.i dare you to ask me how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 more to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-6968923744310093517?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6968923744310093517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/6968923744310093517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/11/reading-week.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-116342735719286879</id><published>2006-11-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:15:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok i have no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;none.nil.ziltch(is that a word?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cab here cab there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's not like i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i HAD to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1)HUGE boxes i had to deliver to my friend's hotel.take cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2)HUGE boxes i had to bring back from my friend's hotel.take cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3)BIG BIG rain and no shelter to church for cell.take cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4)LATE and no more transport.take cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5)LATE for sch but i didnt want to miss my 8am lecture which mind you, i could have skipped.take cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunday was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;made me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good friends.company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good dance competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GO BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they won see:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today isnt a very good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i know tomorrow will be a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;test tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE NEARING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;help me please someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or you might never see me in nus ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which i hope saddens some of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK enough esther go study you bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you minhui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-116342735719286879?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116342735719286879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116342735719286879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-i-have-no-money.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-116318325016767681</id><published>2006-11-11T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:27:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;looking to the sky above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wonder how my life has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wonder how Your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it came to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i look at myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the clothes that i wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way i laugh and joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trying so hard to be the person everyone says i am in friendster testimonials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;noone uses friendster anymore.do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it's a facade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am like what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love bringing joy to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so what is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i'd managed to make someone genuinely smile, laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comforted.reassured.cared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that would be a fulfilling enough day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but please dont expect it of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i too would like to be that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anytime i dont know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will cast all my cares upon You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-116318325016767681?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116318325016767681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116318325016767681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-to-sky-above-wonder-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-116309450166247684</id><published>2006-11-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:48:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first trip to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm no longer a loser.&lt;br /&gt;NB:i do have a life.i do.&lt;br /&gt;cant say i'm very much impressed though.&lt;br /&gt;just the way i'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;why go then?i hear you ask.&lt;br /&gt;just to get out.&lt;br /&gt;and i got to hang out with a friend!&lt;br /&gt;which always makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;it's like the coffee i'd always have to pour in my jar.&lt;br /&gt;*it's got to do with an email my mom sent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my dad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i miss korkor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's way cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's to the coolest family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is sad to realize that i've got my priorities mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;and even more so upsetting to know i'm not doing much to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sure i'm in NUS for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God put me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont think it'll be to waste 3 or 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or to have me kicked out this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;purposeless?what a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the a/c is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just when you think you're in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just when you think you've got a hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just when you get on a roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;here it goes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-116309450166247684?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116309450166247684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116309450166247684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-trip-to-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-116274013610809432</id><published>2006-11-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:22:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>would you still look at me the same if i was from a family of lower income?&lt;br /&gt;would you still behave the same around me if i was a college dropout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;so to remain the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;i shall study hard to remain in a place i dont exactly love,&lt;br /&gt;doing things i loathe more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i dont have any other choice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-116274013610809432?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116274013610809432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116274013610809432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-you-still-look-at-me-same-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-116057371097116566</id><published>2006-10-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:33:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see, emotions cloud the mind.&lt;br /&gt;makes you funny.&lt;br /&gt;so dont feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we cant.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided deep down,&lt;br /&gt;we're ALL emo pricks.&lt;br /&gt;yes, pricks.&lt;br /&gt;try telling me honestly that you dont want someone who'd just.&lt;br /&gt;be there.&lt;br /&gt;well more than just be there of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SHUDDUP ESTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'd like to just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;not have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;and dance.&lt;br /&gt;with no worries.&lt;br /&gt;with friends.&lt;br /&gt;real friends.&lt;br /&gt;but right now it seems being happy isnt a priority.&lt;br /&gt;it's not something i should wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if i lay here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if i just lay here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;would you lie with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;let's waste time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-116057371097116566?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116057371097116566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/116057371097116566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-emotions-cloud-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115997737535323820</id><published>2006-10-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:56:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally able to do what i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;learn how to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just that every blast practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feels like i'm not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den there's all the other stuff to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;studies mainly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not going anywhere with regards to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but dfvnad;lvjnasdl;kvjnuasdjvn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den my brother so plainly puts it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[dont dance.waste time.study instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why practice dancing at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's a time for dance prac in sch.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like they still dont get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time management, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just let me dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115997737535323820?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115997737535323820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115997737535323820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-able-to-do-what-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115902716407866409</id><published>2006-09-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:59:24.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate how i get so emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;evangelism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;half the time it's me trying to rationalize something so obscure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i do like debates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den i wonder why i do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to convince myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz quite frankly more often den not i'm left speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet at the same time that's when i feel the most certained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;convicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den there's this part of me that just wants to break down and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about what i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just seems everytime i say something the more distant and closed the person gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like knocking on someone's door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they dont open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the more you knock.and the harder you knock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the more they'd refuse to let you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am i doing it wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i had the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i probably have more questions den &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sorry i've probably led &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; back to square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this i pray.and sincerely hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; dont close &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; doors to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; give me a chance to find answers we both ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because i just know He's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115902716407866409?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115902716407866409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115902716407866409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-how-i-get-so-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115876701755665491</id><published>2006-09-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:44:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's times like these you wanna beat yourself up and scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've missed lectures and tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not doing tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not following lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and not studying.or reading up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know wad i should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm paul-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today's the first day of blast practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone's so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as in they all seem to catch the steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and bloody remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was fun.sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but stressful nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sure i can dance.if i had time to process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we dont get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den there's this struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to quit being oversensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or get my hopes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz it just wont happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115876701755665491?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115876701755665491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115876701755665491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-times-like-these-you-wanna-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115824371664327383</id><published>2006-09-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:21:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've bumped into him during a couple if separate occassions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean i'm not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he's probably attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday he said hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asked if i needed help with my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den he smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i refused of course.didnt want to look desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we made small talk all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today he waited at the stop i boarded the mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;said he was hoping to see me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had told him i would end arnd the same time as the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we talked again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about opinions.about music.about fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we have a lot in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he walked me home this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den he shook my hand and said he hopes this is the start of a great friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who ever said i had to blog about things that were true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd like to live in my own little world please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i blogged this so that if one day it happens i can go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;refer to my previous blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I TOLD YOU SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115824371664327383?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115824371664327383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115824371664327383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-bumped-into-him-during-couple-if.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115781558667622373</id><published>2006-09-09T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:26:26.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minhui:i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friday night was SHUT UP &amp; DANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h000000000t stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den at the split second.while watching.i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm part of them now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'm so different from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont have those kinda clothes they wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm nowhere as hot as those girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much less dance as well as them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cargo isnt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You took your coat off and stood in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You're always crazy like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You were always the mysterious one withdark eyes and careless hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;you were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You stood in my doorway, you got nothin to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;besides some comment on the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115781558667622373?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115781558667622373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115781558667622373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/09/minhuii-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115746433735686701</id><published>2006-09-05T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:52:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lecture scenario: ivan is sitting to my right. Fighting huiting for a pen he claims is his.&lt;br /&gt;Janice is to my left msging someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jiesheng is doing something on his com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tim is trying to do something on his com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone else is trying to pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;basically uni is hard getting used to when you're always confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a mac book can be distracting :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so to make sure we all know the basics(i havent spoken to many in awhile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-sch has started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-majoring in life science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-got into NUS dance blast!(a hiphop dance group)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den more ramblings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a)meet my girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b)understand wad's going on lectures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c)read up on my subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d)meet the tk ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e)go to the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;f)shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g)movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h)sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now for blogging proper(though i've yet to come across the definition of a proper blog):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my family.really.and i'm grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they support me.most of the time.they care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but at times they dont seem like they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont try to make them understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're stubborn you see,like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they dont want to understand i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they dont care that dance means more to me den they think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it's not practical"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they dont care that i want to help with sci fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it's a waste of time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's hurts that they dont know.dont know things that matter most to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate how they form preconceived ideas.how they think my opposing views must be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate how they think they know everything.that they're always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as long as they think so.as long as they dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, everything alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115746433735686701?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115746433735686701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115746433735686701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/09/lecture-scenario-ivan-is-sitting-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115555277572110064</id><published>2006-08-14T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:14:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it would do no justice to put down in words the emotions on rag day.&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recall how bothered i was bout what my other friends from outside of nus thought about rag.&lt;br /&gt;about me joining rag rather.&lt;br /&gt;and how much i wanted to make them understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost.&lt;br /&gt;we cried.&lt;br /&gt;we comforted.&lt;br /&gt;we cheered.&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;and still i wish all my other friends could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cutting.marcheing.&lt;br /&gt;the strenuous warmups.&lt;br /&gt;the tiresome dance practices.&lt;br /&gt;the prata.&lt;br /&gt;the stayovers.&lt;br /&gt;the frustration.&lt;br /&gt;the determination.&lt;br /&gt;the drive.&lt;br /&gt;the pain.&lt;br /&gt;the tears.&lt;br /&gt;the joy.&lt;br /&gt;the pride.&lt;br /&gt;the unity.identity.&lt;br /&gt;the passion.&lt;br /&gt;the laughs.jokes.&lt;br /&gt;the friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;but now i do.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont intend for everyone else to.&lt;br /&gt;it's something special we raggers share.&lt;br /&gt;we belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to all the raggers: i truly thank you for letting me be part of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;simin: dont worry dear, we'll always keep in contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alan: ah pek!you'll always be our mat brudder.thanks for the laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cheryl: thank you so much for sharing and encouraging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tim: thank you for capturing some of the moments in video.and being yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nicole: all that gossip!heh.see you around yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;isabel: thanks so much for being patient with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;shuyi: your determination is so encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;xiuqing: crazy girl!thanks for setting time apart from your busy schedule to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;janice: my fighting partner!smile!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fiona: thank you for all your funny expressions!eat more please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;leo: sorry for being so heavy!and i think you did a great job.thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jenna: dancing queen!it's great how you're always watching out for us freshies.thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;aikheng: ken!thank you for being so honest.korkor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;joanna: you really managed to step it up!congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sab: you know you'll ALWAYS have me as a friend ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jiesheng: 21!what more can i say?it's just great that you joined dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;huiting: peepurrr!thank you  my indian friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ivan: all the best for the peegant.and see you in lectures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ky: thanks for the rides!and your commitment.it's encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alvan: i wont ever forget your van mat brudder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lileng: i love your individuality.thanks for great warmups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lina: it's always great being around you.especially at the float side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;meilan: thank you for your patience, guidance and care.we couldnt have done it without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cedric: you're a role model.and thank you for putting in so much effort and time into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;leron: you're presence is enough support.thanks for your encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;matthew: thank you for everything.really.you care you care!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115555277572110064?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115555277572110064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115555277572110064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-would-do-no-justice-to-put-down-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115445361475497109</id><published>2006-08-02T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:54:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;matriculation day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm officially an undergrad at NUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay?yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new phone plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;debit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most probably joining:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dance blast(if i make it through auditions).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;science club(if i can).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and something tt'll get me the team nus jacket(if i've got time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erm i'm supposed to have figured it out by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and plan modules.but well.i havent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life sciences or chemistry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does it really matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean i probably end up taking a career path tt's got nothing to do with science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna do masters in business for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this annoys me.confuses me actually.and tt's why i'm annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pointless.i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a little guidance please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dancers i guess are feeling a little.well.tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's practice after practice everyday now for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;starting tmr it's night practices too.which goes into the AMs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's frustrating having to repeat it over and over again and just not get the standards we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we're all trying.it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'm sure we all want this bad enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so here's to the dancers:we've come this far.and we'll go all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the float looks good.but falling behind schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's hope everything will turn out alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got them cool costumes done too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83oeyt88gwc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83oeyt88gwc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J49RFvcsxQg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J49RFvcsxQg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i know i havent been around you guys very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes i know people change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes again i know i shouldnt be selfish and blame it all on you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there're so many of you.and one of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least bother to tell me what's happening with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if you dont wanna know what's going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sure you may have your perception of the science fac culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you may not appreciate the uni activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but please dont expect me to feel likewise.at least not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and really.what do you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts bad when i dont get your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially because it's you bfec guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please make me care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115445361475497109?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115445361475497109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115445361475497109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/08/matriculation-day-im-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115367301569402616</id><published>2006-07-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:43:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've all got problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i think it's all because we're self-centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really.think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're upset because something doesnt go our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something doesnt make us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something we want,we dont get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i figure i'll have to be less selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next problem:easier said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;this is just for rachel wong ruiqing.&lt;br /&gt;i havent forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be part of he[x].&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to less philosophical issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rag.yupp.it's still on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it will be till 12 august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do come and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;msg me or tag for details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i must say i'm enjoying every bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sure i'm half dead most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont get to see as much of my other non nus friends as i'd like.(was great bumping into you, minhui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still.i guess it's this sense of satisfaction only ragger can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this fierce sense of loyalty and unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this sense of belonging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funny how not too long ago everyone,myself included,doubted that i could fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;[mampos.i jatuh into a longkang sial.wad only.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115367301569402616?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115367301569402616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115367301569402616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115297824838941564</id><published>2006-07-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:45:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Energy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/energy.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the drive and determination to keep your life in order, and you are on track to be a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to envy all you've got in life, but they don't understand the work that goes behind it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115297824838941564?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115297824838941564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115297824838941564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-envy-your-energy-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115288882700152145</id><published>2006-07-14T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:16:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictures from scamp:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5451/774/320/DSCN0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sentosa/doing what we do best.act cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5451/774/320/P6270244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;before battle games/told you we were better off acting cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5451/774/320/DSC01704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;us Isis girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5451/774/320/P6290307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;convinced snrs to take pictures with random authentic jap sch girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5451/774/320/FSCN0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;glammed up for "cruise" dining and momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here's what i've been up to lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rag dance.rag float.rag costume.rag dance.rag float.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;err.ya.that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.40am-wake up.hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.30am-dance prac at nus.which starts with crazy warmups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1pm-lunch.cedric our dear leader warns us not to eat too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2pm-dance again.or help with float if it's a half day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4pm-finish dancing.help with float.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6pm or till after dinner-bloody long ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'd think doing that every week day would kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess again it boils down to the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they're different.not my usual crowd i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hex is embarrassing.loud.crazy.blunt.wild :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;church ppl are plain lame and always laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nus ppl are.just different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but great friends all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's hope we get to know each other better(so i could shut up once in awhile without them thinking i'm sick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's hope to know more ppl.freshmen preferably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohoh.mambo was fun :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again?heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll go learn the steps and stand next to white tee girl on the podium the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;[i was dying inside to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;couldnt believe what i felt for you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115288882700152145?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115288882700152145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115288882700152145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-from-scamp-sentosadoing-what.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115262245197015317</id><published>2006-07-11T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:54:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you think i place way too much importance on reputation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you think i'm fiercely loyal to friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i could be more selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'm already very self-seeking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you might think i'm way too young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too liberal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why am i always confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do i always want things i dont get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps i ask too many questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you think i think too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there's really so much to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115262245197015317?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115262245197015317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115262245197015317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-think-i-place-way-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115233671361035924</id><published>2006-07-08T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:02:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the things we do at science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwgnZF3U61o&amp;search=keep%20your%20banana%20campaign"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwgnZF3U61o&amp;amp;search=keep%20your%20banana%20campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there went the first week of spending every single day at nus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and one night too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been preparing for this rag competition thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dancing.cutting cardboard.and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's not forget traveling for freaking 1.5 hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;single trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my shoulder's bruised.my muscles are killing me.my butt broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess it's all good.i mean i'm bonding with them ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although i forget they're all older than i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then again i usually hang out with older people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatthehu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i suppose my view of sci fac has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but being noisy/cheerful/crazy/loud is starting to wear me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's just hope one day i'd get to be the real me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115233671361035924?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115233671361035924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115233671361035924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-we-do-at-science.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115185429373989364</id><published>2006-07-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:31:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for you ian, the library part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=LdgdBOTUSqg&amp;search=japanese%20funny%20show"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=LdgdBOTUSqg&amp;amp;search=japanese%20funny%20show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115185429373989364?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115185429373989364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115185429373989364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-for-you-ian-library-part.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115177472849901290</id><published>2006-07-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:25:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after getting proper sleep.i'm here to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is also due to this post camp syndrome thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.here i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;science camp.scamp for short(much better sounding as well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt think much bout it.reluctant really.after wad everyone was telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"they all speak chinese!""they're all nerds!""you cant possibly fit in!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so guess i was pleasantly surprised that it didnt turn out so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes they mostly spoke chinese/hokkien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no they're not all nerds.you'd be surprised to find countless of ah bengs there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and since when have i ever fit in.i stand out.cant help it.HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sentosa beach games.cuz by then my og(Isis) was more or less bonded in some sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh fright night.stupid old changi hospital.i shall post the footage if i get a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;valerie(my closest og mate)and i were made famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and erm.mass dance!tt was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cruise dining.more like chinese junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;momo.was.embarrassing.i shouldnt drink anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohwell.i guess i did enjoy myself.and kinda miss them friends i've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll try get pictures up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but please slap me if i start speaking funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's go science fac.it's time our cheena nerd reputation changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"no horse run"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115177472849901290?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115177472849901290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115177472849901290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-getting-proper-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115090274312009656</id><published>2006-06-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:12:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so i compose an entirely random and boring entry because i am restless and chyi says i should blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to pick up where i left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snow at butter factory was.interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-na:your.erm skills.are.good.yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-laipeng:try not to puke on me next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-yiling:guilty eh.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-nicky:couldnt thank you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-mark:your dance steps are pimpin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-tim:sleep somemore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-ian:thanks for looking after our bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously.couldnt have wished to spend my first time(in singapore)with anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;staying over at na's was also good.very good in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kopitiamed till 6 was it?talked and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like how we can never be too honest with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm following that day i basically spent almost every other day with chyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so much so we're actually getting bored with shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though we did get really cheap stuff!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shoes for $5.levi's for $20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grandma bought me a hair styler:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now i'm starting to feel like i have to make sure i dont turn into an ah lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chyi and i have been spending a little too much time at tampines, aka Land of the Lians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so ways to distinguish and MAKE CLEAR that you're not a lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)wear jeans.branded good quality ones with no designs.preferably not baggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2)no "linglinglonglongs".if you wanna accessorize.makes sure it's not excessive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3)speak proper english.loud and clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4)wear fitting teeshirts that dont have weird words on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5)dont wear multiple layers of clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6)style your hair!in a fashionable sense.please go easy on hairdye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7)if in doubt about footwear.stick with heels.not platforms or wedges.nice skinny heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8)absolutely no hello kitty or anything that screams ACT CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9)dont atttract attention(i know this is hard for my girls and i but our reputation is at stake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10)dont shop at ice lemon tee(if you have to, be discrete:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;any other suggestions.feel free to contribute.much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115090274312009656?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115090274312009656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115090274312009656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-so-i-compose-entirely-random-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-115025623021229320</id><published>2006-06-14T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:40:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i havent blogged in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well maybe only since i've come back to singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see,i've been running arnd doing a lot of things that i feel as if it's been a long long time back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1)gone back to tkgs for band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2)set up bank account(i know it's late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3)shopped with chyi(without purchase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4)went to sentosa with chyi and na(where do all those indians come from?!we touched jumbo the pink dolphin for freeeee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5)surprised minhui at her birthday dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6)GOT INTO NUS SCIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7)signed up for camps and completed(completing)the relevent forms for NUS(chore!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8)bbq with the church ppl(apparently i've found my new cell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's only been a week but i've got sooo much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1)snow tmr at butter factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2)hex reunion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3)get new phone plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4)STOP gaining weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5)meet up with pri sch ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6)go for all the uni talks and checkups and blablabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7)watch a movie at cathay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8)get a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the list goes on.i mean sure i'm here to stay but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've to cram what every regular kid would do in 5 months into 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, i'm starting to dread going to nus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont get me wrong.i'm delighted to be able to stay here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i've heard that the science faculty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i'm just the way i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont intend to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uni is supposed to be fun damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess the ppl at the faculty of science are just gonna have to live it up my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-115025623021229320?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115025623021229320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/115025623021229320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114948051667679189</id><published>2006-06-05T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:15:10.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday night was graduation.&lt;br /&gt;honestly,i didnt think anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;nope,i didnt think i'd miss anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have anything in common with those people.&lt;br /&gt;except maybe our hatred for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after graduation,the seniors went out.&lt;br /&gt;6 of us went to aqua.&lt;br /&gt;didnt think i'd have fun cuz michelle couldnt come.&lt;br /&gt;she broke her toe.&lt;br /&gt;drank quite a bit.2 bottles of...&lt;br /&gt;got a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;the other guys came at 11.30?&lt;br /&gt;we were a big group.&lt;br /&gt;i think i got drunk at that point.&lt;br /&gt;crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone put me in a cab and took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;and yea i guess i had fun when i wasnt thinking.&lt;br /&gt;we met on sunday.after all of us slept on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;laughed about that night.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;i might miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is,i dont get why it has to wait till everyone's drunk to realize what good friends we all were.&lt;br /&gt;den why did we have to wait till the last day to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today andy,the first of us,left for canada.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and so this chapter closes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling to feel something.&lt;br /&gt;i guess in a sense it was good that i came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm just lost.&lt;br /&gt;these friends i've managed to remain emotionally unattached to have always been there when i come back whining and sulking from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;when it feels like friends in singapore are all too busy and have moved on with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;at least people were waiting for my return to vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess in a sense it is good that i'm going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the seniors of 2006:&lt;br /&gt;we'll hook up again.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe not get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114948051667679189?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114948051667679189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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little something my brother shared with me to brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;but it isnt the whole thing.the funny part isnt in here.&lt;br /&gt;dont know how to do it.but it's at &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTHnwiTqsyk&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114882928474421544?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114882928474421544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114882928474421544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-something-my-brother-shared.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114874766944641323</id><published>2006-05-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:37:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am the only one who remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or rather i am the only one who still clings on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thinking about the way things used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the way we used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we could take on the world.and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we were a certainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it didnt matter what we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we could waste time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because we be together forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;day was night and night was day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today i read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;funny how we dont even talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baffling how i dont seem to know you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was like looking in on someone else's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now i cant even really be myself with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it just doesnt as right as it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sure people change.and we have to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i am naiive enough to believe that "a lifetime's not too long to live as friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but who do i blame now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you?myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe our non-mutual friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and what's the point of all this really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not like anyone would do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if we did.things would never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm convinced that you wouldnt want it to be anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this goes out to those whom i was once able to, comfortably, talk for hours to or say nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;especially people from bfec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i havent forgotten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114874766944641323?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114874766944641323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114874766944641323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-only-one-who-remembers.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114871688699402170</id><published>2006-05-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:01:27.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you like mosquito bites?i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nails feel funny.havent had them long for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had airflown currypuff from old changkee for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crab used its pincer to puncture my dad's finger today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss laipeng.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sheena.&lt;br /&gt;i miss rachel.&lt;br /&gt;i miss yenchyi.&lt;br /&gt;i miss minhui.&lt;br /&gt;i miss us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114871688699402170?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114871688699402170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114871688699402170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-you-like-mosquito-bitesi-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114860824016083915</id><published>2006-05-26T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:50:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the last day of "school"&lt;br /&gt;next week is senior exam week.&lt;br /&gt;which means i only have one day of school next week.&lt;br /&gt;half a day really.&lt;br /&gt;well excluding graduation on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow.i dont see myself missing anyone here.&lt;br /&gt;yea sure there were good times and what not but still.&lt;br /&gt;i think it be wise if i dont get all too excited about leaving vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;maybe be after snr dinner and party, i'd feel more...sadden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think think, what will i miss here:&lt;br /&gt;-having drivers&lt;br /&gt;-cheap cheap food(esp jap food)&lt;br /&gt;-manicure and pedicures every week&lt;br /&gt;-ridiculously cheap hairdo and makeup($3!)&lt;br /&gt;-massages every sunday&lt;br /&gt;-very fast internet&lt;br /&gt;-my own big big bed&lt;br /&gt;-my own bathroom&lt;br /&gt;-bargaining for even cheaper earrings, shoes and bags&lt;br /&gt;-half-priced taxi&lt;br /&gt;-free entry into clubs&lt;br /&gt;-free drinks in the clubs&lt;br /&gt;-knowing all the right ppl in the clubs&lt;br /&gt;-manipulating rich friends into buying me things&lt;br /&gt;-taking money right off rich friends&lt;br /&gt;-spoiling my hair for a very low price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might just miss vietnam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114860824016083915?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114860824016083915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114860824016083915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-last-day-of-school-next-week-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114784744826230586</id><published>2006-05-17T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:13:13.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no inspiration to write.so you'll have to put up with this plain old journal like post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my nails yesterday.and eyebrows.my nails are RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can explain: my prom dress is red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would greatly appreciate it if you dont come ask me if i've killed anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it's been very rushed.need just finished making cards for table games and voting sheets for prom king/queen/prince/princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda ridiculous since only seniors can be king and queen when there's only gonna be 4 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;michelle is not going so i've prematurely concluded that prom's not gonna be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so what if it's at park hyatt?so what if there's good food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people arent gonna enjoy themselves because they're all too bloody(it's the nails)self-centered/self-conscious/cynical/childish/ignorant/arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excuse me, it's one of those i-cant-stand-the-ppl-here days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but den here i am talking about how i cant stand how they accuse everyone else(most likely me cuz i'm the vp of sc [the pres. is korean and so is everyone else])when they dont actually make an effort to have fun, when i'm depriving myself from fun just the way they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i suspect tt was not grammatical but howell.you get my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need more time.to do hair.makeup.dress up.get flowers for the king/queen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 hours to do all that because prom is tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i have the time to whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT I'LL BE BACK SATURDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and come back to vietnam on tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114784744826230586?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114784744826230586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114784744826230586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-no-inspiration-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114766403206100604</id><published>2006-05-15T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:33:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>read:i'll be back in singapore on the 20th of may till the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;my number's still the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114766403206100604?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114766403206100604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114766403206100604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/readill-be-back-in-singapore-on-20th.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114706672451083498</id><published>2006-05-08T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:09:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S OVER.ALL 4 AP EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;i still have one class, us hist, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who didnt understand my previous post *ahem*sheena tan bendan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may choose to interpretate it in the following ways(again it shows something about yourself.as i've implied 2 posts ago.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) try to read between the lines.maybe the punctuation marks represent different personailities and attitudes.and what i'm really trying to say is i dont like people who hold you in suspense just to let you down(comma).i dont like unclear people who dont know what they really want(semicolon).i'm fine with people who get really enthusiastic(i know i do)but just as long as they do it at appropriate times.i also dont like those who think so much,cannot decide for themselves and keep you guessing(the question mark).i do however like people who are silently confident(the period).these are people who are firm in what they believe without having to go all out to prove it to others.they get my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)maybe you might want to think abstract.extended metaphor that refers to something less concrete.in which case the comma might represent points in your life when you're at a high point but you know what's coming next will be a let down.or when you just dont want to carry on but you know you have to.the semicolon might mean repetitions in your life.like routines you're sick of.unnecessary you deem them.question marks are times in which you just dont know what to do.and there're just so many opportunities.but as many risks.then there is the fullstop.also known as the period.which are like specific periods, moments you're so sure of.times when you knew times were going great.and you didnt have to worry about what would come next or decisions you'd have to make.these become memories i keep.periods i cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)i'm just plain bored and random.i was also stressed over all the exams.was thinking too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114706672451083498?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114706672451083498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114706672451083498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114690707995588204</id><published>2006-05-06T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:33:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reading sms messages from my dad, i've come to realize the importance of punctuation marks.&lt;br /&gt;without them, the message, which, as established by my previous post, is already ambiguous, would cause even more confusion.take, for example, the phrase "strictly speaking humans are just animals."&lt;br /&gt;interpretation 1: "strictly speaking, humans are just animals."&lt;br /&gt;interpretation 2: "strictly-speaking humans are just animals."&lt;br /&gt;interpretation 3: "strictly, speaking humans are just animals."&lt;br /&gt;interpretation 4: "strictly speaking humans are, just animals."&lt;br /&gt;interpretation 5: "strictly speaking humans are just animals?"&lt;br /&gt;each of these suggests different meanings and attitudes.often,punctuations speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comma, i do not quite like.it leaves you hanging midsentence, anticipating what might come next.or it serves to make a sentence more complicated and flowery, as if the writer wants to convince you or justify a point.sure it gives you an opportunity to catch your breath in a seemingly endless sentence, but soon you realize that the sentence continues, and that temporary joy you took in having a break midway, becomes a dread because now, you have to keep going to reach the end.commas hold you in suspense and clutter up a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not encountered a more indecisive and confusing punctuation mark than a period suspended above a comma, otherwise known as a semicolon.semicolons just link independent clauses which carry the exact same meaning;it is merely repetition.such repetition is unnecessary;it is redundant.or rather, it suggests that the writer could not decide which sentence was more effective, so he put both down for you to choose which to read or understand.this obscure marking that does not know if it wants to be a fullstop or comma, serves no purpose;it is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an exclamation mark!now this mark is exciting, shocking and full of thrill and attitude.what enthusiam it brings with it!but it can also be seen as being demanding, or just plain rude.many people are also misusing this forceful punctuation.when used inappropriately, the exclamation mark produces a rather ridiculous effect!for example, politicians in singapore, during rallies, often use this punctuation at the end of almost every sentence!it is as if they are not convicted of their message that they have to resort to shouting to get a response from the crowd!i would like to believe singaporeans cheer because they agree with the content of the speeches and not because of the mob rule mentality where they shout when someone else shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the question mark?we cannot leave that out can we?are you sure?what uncertainty this hook and a dot, of which shape many cannot master in writing, causes.some might argue it offers the mind something to ponder about.but the more you think, the more confused or sidetracked you get.sometimes it is also a show of weakness, of vulnerabilty.we become exposed to temptations and susceptible to injuries.from childhood("grandma, why do you have such big teeth?"--little red riding hood) to youth("will you be my girlfriend?"--playboy) to adulthood("how do you like my hair?"--your mother), the question mark haunts us, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the fullstop is my favorite punctuation.it's clear.it's straightforward.and it's confident.it signifies the end of a sentence where you truly get to stop and digest the implications of the sentence unlike the deceiving comma.it is precise and definite unlike the confusing semicolon.it oozes with confidence and poise while the exclamation mark fails in desperate attempt.it leaves no room for confusion or uncertainty as does the question mark.yet the fresh new sentence succeeding a period holds so much potential.this extraordinary punctuation generates the life of a passage.the rhythm.the beat.the pulse.interestingly,almost every other punctuation is a modification of a fullstop.the comma is a period with an annoying tail.the question mark is a period with an undefined curve.even the informal sign that means "to be continued" consists of three periods in a row.this simple, humble dot that sits, unacknowledged, at the feet of the last letter of a sentence is in fact, the mother of all punctuation marks.its authority, intensity and power demands respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made my point&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114690707995588204?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114690707995588204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114690707995588204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/reading-sms-messages-from-my-dad-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114663794920926154</id><published>2006-05-03T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:09:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us examine language.&lt;br /&gt;you might be wondering how language, diction and syntax and all, can be ambiguous when every word can be defined.&lt;br /&gt;indeed every word has a clear and precise meaning.&lt;br /&gt;but take for example, something so direct and clear such as the signs in the subway.&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs must be carried on the escalator."&lt;br /&gt;not to down play anyone's intelligence, i believe we all can interpret the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;but that sentence in itself can stir confusion.&lt;br /&gt;does it mean we have to grab a random mutt in order to ride on the escalators?&lt;br /&gt;a drunk man stumbling over his feet, after stablizing himself, squinting at the sign, may exclaim&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! How true."&lt;br /&gt;some other animal right's activist may be appalled, suggesting that not everyone knows how to handle a mongrel the proper way.or that animals should not be treated as handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you understand something has everything to do with what you bring to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont blame someone for not seeing things your way, for not understanding you.&lt;br /&gt;we're not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sense of that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114663794920926154?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114663794920926154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114663794920926154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/05/everything-is-ambiguous.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114623226383121410</id><published>2006-04-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:08:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ay!i've got another newer blog!&lt;br /&gt;june!it's so.!.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's the right expression.."!"&lt;br /&gt;well thanks anyway&lt;br /&gt;and when you're bored you can surprise me by randoming changing my template&lt;br /&gt;just no pink please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;noone can quite infuriate me like my dad&lt;br /&gt;annoy.and agitate.would be mom&lt;br /&gt;but dad.frustration and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.i have sent the response to cornell&lt;br /&gt;and also the living plan&lt;br /&gt;apparently i've signed up for a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;why i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;i might just kill that person&lt;br /&gt;blessed be her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams coming up.but i dont care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114623226383121410?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114623226383121410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114623226383121410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/04/ayive-got-another-newer-blog-juneits.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114606132880592467</id><published>2006-04-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:22:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i see i have a new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;correction, blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks june!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;although now noone can see what they're typing on my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway story goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've sent the reply to cornell saying yes i want to be on the waiting list for financial aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in other words, i've said yes to cornell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but do not fret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we're still waiting for nus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not the only one who takes forever to reply people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, i wrote an essay.about my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was good.i thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;his annoying way of making me laugh,putting my life in danger when he drives,making me try colorful drinks,introducing me to the weirdest songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It felt like spring time&lt;br /&gt;On this February morning&lt;br /&gt;In the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;Birds were singing your praise&lt;br /&gt;I'm still recalling things you said&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I carried them with me today&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;As I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;This I pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will hold me dear&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;I'll whisper your name&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I will wake up happy&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I feel so high&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not above the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Heavy hearted&lt;br /&gt;Till you call my name&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds like church bells&lt;br /&gt;Or the whistle of a train&lt;br /&gt;On a summer evening&lt;br /&gt;I'll run to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot barely breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;As I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;This I pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will hold me dear&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;I'll whisper your name&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I will wake up happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too near for me&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower I need the rain&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not clear to me&lt;br /&gt;Every season has its change&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun comes out again....&lt;br /&gt;come out.. come out again...&lt;br /&gt;i will wake up happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114606132880592467?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114606132880592467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114606132880592467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-see-i-have-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114570391375516938</id><published>2006-04-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:05:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snd ao.i mean and so.i shall enlighten oh ye faithful no-life readers of my blog on my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first a summary of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t'was a relatively good week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see how it really works when you expect the worst and anything between that and the best happens.and you're happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not hard to please, eugene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moving on.today, after a long 3.5 hr calculus test, i had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i had fun, in vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went bowling with the youth group people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for them i'm truly grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den i came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i received a letter from cornell.(i had previously had one from a perky student there who loves sandwiches)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this one, however, said that they'd put me on the waiting list for financial aid for international students.and that if i accept that i need not pay the deposit of 400USD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i guess it means i'll have to tell them that, yes, i'll be going to your school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone at my school now happily assumes i'm going there anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'll still be waiting for nus.hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a psychological toil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate mosquitoes.i wish they'd all die.NOW.die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i mentally prepare myself for cornell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i still hope that nus would accept me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i bathe in mosquito repellent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decisionsdecisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114570391375516938?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114570391375516938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114570391375516938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/04/snd-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114537163998647859</id><published>2006-04-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:47:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's another one of my i'llblogsoiwonthavetorepeatitsomanytimes entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;university.apparently i'll have to go to one this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i graduate this yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from all the applications.the only one tt's accepted me that my parents are considering is cornell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for those who didnt already know.cornell is in Ithaca, NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's ivy league and expensive.and no i didnt get financial aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but.we all want me to go to nus.right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's cheaper for one.and i'd be closer to home.which is a major factor considering the fact i get terribly homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but.nus hasnt replied me and probably wont till mid may or june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;problem comes in here.cornell wants to know whether i accept their offer by may 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or nus has to tell me.soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meanwhile.we make a deposit at cornell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's what will happen if nus doesnt accept me and i go to cornell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;simpang is sold.yes.beloved simpang.(i heard the resounding noooooooooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom leaves dad in viet to work in singapore.(this will break her.and dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the family stinges.(we might not know how)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have to work.and study to try for a scholarship which seems impossible at tt sch.(suicidal rates are high)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont get to come back for korkor's wedding.(my mom insists tt i do but.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont get to come back more den once a yr.(tt is if i get to come back at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i get to wear a sweatshirt and baseball cap that read cornell.(this i like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i regret spending all tt money(my parent's money) if i decide to be a housewife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and i get a degree at cornell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den again it'll force me to grow up.be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and isnt tt fun?freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;refer to the previous post on the art of self deception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what i need now prayers.many many.and a positive reply from nus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114537163998647859?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114537163998647859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114537163998647859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-another-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114502940825226002</id><published>2006-04-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:43:28.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;explains the emoness i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114502940825226002?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114502940825226002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114502940825226002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/04/deng.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114463854103551415</id><published>2006-04-10T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:09:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spring break's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i wish it hadnt start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back to being the wallowinselfpitysomebodysavemegetmeouttahere prick.&lt;br /&gt;went to cambodia.visited the orphanages.it was good.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help wondering if things would be different had i gone straight back to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.i went back.not as eventful as i had envisioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm glad though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hex:you make everything okay.i smile.not faking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minhui:what am i supposed to do without you?thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;church peeps:just the fact that you guys are still there for me.means the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont get me wrong.i enjoyed every single moment i spent with my friends and family there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just that i hadnt planned much.should have.know now not to make ANY decisions that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i've made myself believe all that.i can make myself believe otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get over it.before you look back and think wad an idiot.waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should have known better.trusted your better judgement.live by hex's moto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remain emotionally unattached.mind over matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dust it off.in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114463854103551415?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114463854103551415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114463854103551415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-breaks-over.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114338280308617175</id><published>2006-03-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:20:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the true art of self deception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;things could be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything will turn out alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's all that i've hoped for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ohoh i curled my hair.(thanks joel!heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cant wait to get back to singapore(3rd april)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but before tt i'll be going to cambodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;with the youth grp.and my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm.the three longest school days starts tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i'm procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell you something new huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i like cinnamon rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114338280308617175?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114338280308617175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114338280308617175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-art-of-self-deception.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114268572048110617</id><published>2006-03-18T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:42:00.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictures from my birthday weekend are up on photobucket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/surprisesurprise/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/surprisesurprise/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok more pressing matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my parents got the phone bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i chalk 400 sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bad huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now where do i get the money to repay them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i virtually have 2 sing dollars as savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;any ideas would be considered.appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those who havent gotten me my birthday gift and who'd like to get me something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;money would be good.seriously.please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 more school days.the countdown begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114268572048110617?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114268572048110617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114268572048110617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-from-my-birthday-weekend-are.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114234388370023661</id><published>2006-03-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:44:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Signs that prove your life is pathetic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1)you look forward to science fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2)you get excited when there's a change in weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3)you visit i-am-bored sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4)you comment on the screen names of everyone who signs in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5)you download random songs by unknown artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;6)you reread all your msges in your inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7)you finish all your homework before dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;8)you have dinner at 5:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;9)you type out a list of things that proves you're bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;10)you run out of things to include in the list mentioned in no.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114234388370023661?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114234388370023661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114234388370023661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/03/signs-that-prove-your-life-is-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114179924100330842</id><published>2006-03-08T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:38:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okokok.there's so much tt's happened in sooo little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off.thank you all so much for remembering/caring/bothering.&lt;br /&gt;yes for the slow ones.it was my EIGHTEEN birthday last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;thus i shall blog an entire entry(dont really care if this bores you)about the events leading up to the unforgettable day.5th of march 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt looking forward to it.there's nothing to do here.noone to do things with here.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.i desperately didnt want to spend my friday night alone.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to ask a couple of girlfriends out.(they didnt realize it was my birthday treat.must be an asian thing)&lt;br /&gt;along i went with my day.half sulking.cuz i had to go back to sch on sat.&lt;br /&gt;den we went to nat's to pick her up..was on the way to pick tessa when..&lt;br /&gt;my driver decides to take a "wrong" turn.&lt;br /&gt;stopping directly in front of SHEENA TAN YEN CHYI.(tt's 2 ppl when the same surname)&lt;br /&gt;after a moment of -STUN-there came the scream.the omgihavetoscreameverytimeiseeyou scream.our scream:)&lt;br /&gt;and i swear noone except the 2 of them in the car knew that i DO talk.a lot.and fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the rest of the day and night.i had the ridiculous grin on my face.slapping my friends silly just to make sure they're here.&lt;br /&gt;went to lush(a club of sorts)tt night.with michelle.and of course my girls.&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight was still the fact that they bothered to come all the way here(they were in cahoots with my mother somemore!)spend all tt money(mind you these are stingy idiots who'd kill for 10 cents)just to let me know they havent forgotten my birthday.just to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so day one with the girls.after the episode of sheena's "i veh tired," we went to ben thanh market.and bought over 153 shops.or the equivalent.and oh does sheena bargain.&lt;br /&gt;so much so there was a crowd following us.what a spectacle.i had a free hairdo too.&lt;br /&gt;den off to saigon square.and we insisted on taking the cyclos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BLOODY kena con.i so wanna slaaaaap tt fella.anyway.more shopping.(we took pictures.we can start our own store i swear)den we went for an express pampering session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;permed eyelashes:))did up our hair:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den our car came to pick us up.WITH LAIPENG IN IT!:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was like acknhvpaidsunvlkdsajvnalskdjnvisdv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;double surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was KERAYZEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den there was this house party at michelle's(yes.american style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but tt was screwed.so we ended up at a bar(aqua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didnt dream i could spend the first few minutes of my 18th year of life with my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy birthday me on sunday.shopshopshoplaughlaughlaughshoplaughlaugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;glam time.shopshopshop.we've got a business proposition.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den eat at some weird hour.den FOOT MASSAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn we're noisy.and laipeng has genital gland problems and sheena has problems with her anus.wuahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday morning.who needs sch when you've got your bestfriends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did nails.ooohlala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den they were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just like tt.it was too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it was fabulous when it lasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;distance doesnt weaken us;it only makes us closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know now who are my comfort.my joy.my constant.my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant find the words that quite express feelings that well up in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the moment i saw you guys sitting like toads on the roadside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till the time you left me, face-pressed against the window at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you he[x].always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114179924100330842?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114179924100330842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114179924100330842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/03/okokok.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114111045485168575</id><published>2006-02-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:07:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh i forgot to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's not official.and i'm not sure if it's good news or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but yea.thank God?yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i got admitted into University of Miami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;might get a scholarship too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but it's not official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my counsellor's a friend of the admission guy there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he says it takes one month to process the paper work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but they're giving me "a positive response".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;somehow i'm not as elated as i think i should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114111045485168575?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114111045485168575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114111045485168575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-i-forgot-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114109132500081977</id><published>2006-02-28T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:01:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay tis the time for an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to cambodia and back.for MRISA cultural exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MRISA--&gt;Mekong River International School (Association??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea so there were schs from all over.namely cambodia, hanoi, hcmc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.wasnt all tt hyped about it to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den the plane ride was 20 min.and crappy.i swear i thought we'd crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes i know i'm spoilt by SIA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den we landed.HOT.sweat was literally dripping off of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wad's with the mosquitoes!you'd think one would itch to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT they had DQ at the airport which was a delightful surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.we went to the sch.met our hosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEY'RE THE BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kazusa,kaori and kanari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sweetest things ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and gosh their parents are cuteee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great house.awesome food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i guess they were the one who really made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i miss them sooooo bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i took stomp and musical on stage for my workshops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stomp was just a bad idea altogether cuz the small kids had no sense of rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that which i really cannot fathom.i mean why den did you sign up for stomp?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry i AM a percussionist.(i miss perc. inc. '02/'03/'04)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the musical on stage was grrrreat.we performed a part of grease on the the last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictures are up on photobucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/MRISA06/"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/y277/sterrr/MRISA06/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.the pool party slash dance was funnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now we have an official MRISA dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks to me of course.i mean who else would up with a dance called The Dishwasher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it was a whole lot of ridiculous fun.which i happen to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and like i said it all boils down to the ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kazusa/kanari/kaori/danny boy/tomato boy/josh/mary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now why the hell cant ppl at my sch be anything like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even half as mature as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;less selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;less proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i get frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and therefore i do not at all look forward to the next few months here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am looking forward to coming home.say in april?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont worry i'll accept belated birthday presents.thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scroll to the previous post to see what i would like wont you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and i'll be visiting the ppl in cambodia last week of march too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till den i guess i'll bury myself deep in a shell of i-dont-care-what-you-think-go-away(i'm sure there's a term for tt but i'm too lazy to think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amuse me.somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114109132500081977?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114109132500081977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114109132500081977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-tis-time-for-update.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114052718888575587</id><published>2006-02-21T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:06:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;international day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was in a mess.and peranakan outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.this is how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the whole sch gathers in the gym(we are few in number).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the principal calls on every nationality there is in the sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;each having a representative to say a few lines abt the country and den parade arnd the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"and for Singapore, we have Esther,...yea just Esther."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it took forever for me to shuffle to the middle in my tight sarong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and den i went "singapore is small...yes.but we're a multiracial society and we've good food."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den i barely shuffled a quarter-way round the gym(by myself mind you) and the music stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway den after came the talentshow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with no winners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the equivalents of P6 kids danced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i refuse to comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but noah and his brother did some beatbox thing which i must say was gooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a couple of other performances i just had to cringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well before tt the MRISA(cultural exchange) ppl(me included)gave the sch a preview of our own performance tt we'll be performing in cambodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which btw i'll be at from tmr till sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i have to pack later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they expect me to bring one suitcase for 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and and.i've got a spilting headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the accumulation of lack of sleep.(gosh i suspect tt wasnt grammatical.sue me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;need to pack now if i wish to sleep at some early hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114052718888575587?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114052718888575587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114052718888575587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/02/international-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-114034869626112435</id><published>2006-02-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:31:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;according to jojolim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my entries are depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm.somebody got me all emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but howell.life's not great as of now.so sorry if you guys dont find yourselves rolling over with laughter while reading my entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodness i'm in vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(joel dont talk to me about chiku juice/fish sauce/pho bo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay.well sch is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the ppl are very unlovable let's put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's only a matter of days(ok months)till i come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den maybe i'll be going to the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dang i need a university to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanyway.i've been into old songs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"land down under"/"buses and trains"/"save tonight"/"africa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;basically songs korkor and i blasted over the radio and sang at the top of our lungs without a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry joel i cant help it!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd like the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nokia 6111&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7370&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok fine.a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; would be great too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-114034869626112435?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114034869626112435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/114034869626112435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com/2006/02/according-to-jojolim.html' title=''/><author><name>bite me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08679853930690061470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172662.post-113915325050358089</id><published>2006-02-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:27:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'd think i've got it all figured out by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got my head in the right place and straightened out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know wad i should do.but i'm just not doing it.or rather i'm doing wad i shouldnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cny in singapore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uni applications.troublesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i/c.terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;national skin center.no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;visitations.mundane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he[x] reunion.pure joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sneaky sneaky.thrilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you.pleasure and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know what i'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont know what will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont have a very good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss you worse than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172662-113915325050358089?l=esthersaysbiteme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/113915325050358089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172662/posts/default/113915325050358089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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