<?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-7058600815673916965</id><updated>2011-09-26T23:58:05.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baboon ass! (((:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-989732610207641723</id><published>2011-09-16T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:53:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBeX3RHyvIk/TnLsVqvwFWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gDJli2Gn4DM/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 559px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652840339299374434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBeX3RHyvIk/TnLsVqvwFWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gDJli2Gn4DM/s400/2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wseZn1OOP8k/TnLsVZ6M1vI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0_ztPCknVUc/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 587px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652840334779799282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wseZn1OOP8k/TnLsVZ6M1vI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0_ztPCknVUc/s400/1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures are super blur but nevermind. for me to see only (: anyway..results for semester 1.1 are out. microecons- Z, prin of mgmt- A, fin acc 1- B+, commskills- B+, biz off app- B+. gpa for the 5 subjects is 3.7. quite alright. very happy with my econs..though i think the B+s are high B+s and i missed A by 1 or 2% :/ oh well. dont really want to know my marks anyway. otherwise i'll sulk even more :/ anyway plus the other 2 As i got for the CDS(TNS and ent) current cgpa is 3.77. i should be satisfied right. others are happy with like 3.33 :/// i shouldnt complain :X just work harder next semester (: there's macro econs and org behaviour (: JIAYOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway something that made my day and sort of forget about my gpa..THE EMAIL!!! an invitation to take up the diploma plus prog!!! if i do well i'll graduate with an additional cert!! but of cos it means more work which i dont want. cos i dont want to feel stress again ever in my life. and the clusters means my cds are fixed and they arent very interesting cos all the subjects are of the same nature -.- and there's 4 cds like wtf. where am i gonna find the time to complete all 4?! cos the thingy that the school planned for us is only 3 cds..and i've already completed 2..so next sem i just do 2 more then i'm free...but the additional cert is super tempting :/ so i was thinking of taking the cross cultural cluster..i've already completed tns so i've got 3 cds left..but the thing is one of the other cds is language. french or jap -.- and i hate language -.- wtffff. but hte 3rd cds is global citizenship!! which means i get to travel! and the cds is done during the holidays..means i can free my academic time. ARGH. so my other 2 choices would be Mgmt&amp;amp;enterprise or Innovation&amp;amp;enterprise..cos both got the entrepreneurship which i've already taken!! woohoo. both are similar..got 2cds is the same..so i'll most probably put them as my first 2 choices..then there's psychology cluster too..all 4 cds got the word psychology inside -.- seems interesting..but this time, i want my results. and it has to be relevant!! ugh..the 2 biz clusters more relevant..interest not as much though. SIGH wo bu zhi dao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so..cross cultural is good cos 1 cds down, another during vacation. but the other 2 is like french/jap and french/jap/psych. i can take psych uh but the intro to language howwww. idk which to take. most probably jap..but i see their presentation like bloodeh hard...and rarely people get A :/&lt;br /&gt;psych cluster is interest..but i dont think i can score :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then is the 2 biz related cluster..DAMN IT. hopefully i get to talk to someone and clear my thoughts. grrrrr. but i have to take it. additional cert eh!!! but how to cope :/ the subjects are getting harder and i really need my time to study!! fugggg. but the thing is, i dont have to care about how i score for the subjects, cos i've already gotten 2 As for my cds which will be counted in my gpa..so that means i can pursue my interest?? cross cultural?? dangggg. feel like taking cross cultural now -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-CBeX3RHyvIk/TnLsVqvwFWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gDJli2Gn4DM/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6937241850197972318</id><published>2011-09-05T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:58:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我现在觉得很乱很乱 ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6937241850197972318?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6321998906445134381</id><published>2011-08-11T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:22:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HE ASKED IF MY WRIST WAS ALRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;:P AWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6321998906445134381?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6321998906445134381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6321998906445134381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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_ behaves previously. but to me, i think there's something..and i can see the difference between every one of them..HMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;71hours already..cooling off time? makes me look super despo cos i'm the one always starting it :/ but if i dont, i doubt _ will. SIGH. what is this.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i think everyone has something for _. crazy me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8535600605771116923?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8535600605771116923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=8535600605771116923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8535600605771116923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8535600605771116923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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test. it aint like maths. cant handle the pressure for fa during tests. maybe it's cos i'm still new to it. oh well. practice practice practice. my aim is to do my best and beat that bastard (: doesnt seem that hard (: jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat champs in 4 days. OMFGAESRWTDGLASDK! stress. loads have been going on at trng..nice ones (: and bastards one :/ enjoying everything on the whole but tiny parts of school makes me dread it. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad i found a few close friends rather than the whole class cos you dont know everyone very very well..loner much. but i prefer (: and everyone's a bitch and bastard in poly! guess that's what makes everything fun and idiotic. hah. contradict. just got to get the hand of it and not let every single detail bother me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6424604902917530913?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6424604902917530913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1807745722994877196</id><published>2011-07-07T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:06:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME :/&lt;br /&gt;got to get my head right!!&lt;br /&gt;like some noob siaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1807745722994877196?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1807745722994877196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1807745722994877196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO GROW UP ):&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/7058600815673916965-4149363320133130670?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/4149363320133130670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=4149363320133130670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4149363320133130670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4149363320133130670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-to-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8256476665884489725</id><published>2011-07-03T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:55:14.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess it's a natural girls thing? :/&lt;br /&gt;manage manage manage..&lt;br /&gt;got to go blog about it..&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8256476665884489725?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6597471283424954037</id><published>2011-06-30T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:17:02.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my results so far..&lt;br /&gt;commskills- 36/50&lt;br /&gt;pom- 35.5/40&lt;br /&gt;econs- 95/100&lt;br /&gt;HEE. very happy so far :P left fa1. hope it wont be a disappointment :/ then left all the projects..hopefully the 60% would be a high A then no need to fret that much for end sem test :P&lt;br /&gt;jiayou! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edited-&lt;br /&gt;fa1- 42.5/50 not bad uh..got higher than some people. really praying that i can score in theory, which everyone hates (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7614335797910750604</id><published>2011-06-27T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:55:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks the start of term 2..SUPER FAST!!! cos the terms are shorter la. but still!!&lt;br /&gt;gonna get back the 3 papers these 2 weeks..today before fa1 the whole class waiting outside the classroom then alice liew came from the stairs. few of us shrieked. then the guys were passing down the message that yan peng isnt here. then alice liew went "i can hear you!" haha! cute. both of them arent damn good teachers but alice is still better..yanpeng super naggy and smiley -.- but her smile sucks. and she goes super slowly like she think we damn dumb -.- always end class on the dot. and she's marking the mid sem test paper! omg she just went for an op :/ brain sure not functioning properly! hm and alice, she talks to us like we're 3year olds -.- both can teach uh. but i dont like naggy people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I DONT THINK I MENTIONED THIS. I GOT A FOR BOTH MY CDS!!!! ENTREPRENEURSHIP AND TRANSNATIONAL STUDIES! HELL YEAH. super happy when i received the sms. still keeping it lol. then for 1 hour twitter got spammed by the dpa people.. announcing their results and all. euroy got b for both LOL?! sad case uh thought he will do better. then janelle got both A too. and i saw she got A for commskills too! OMG :O the essay?! siao. her teacher must be damn lenient. stupid gael lee confirm compare to uni standard. grrr. anyway got 2 cds down still need another A..those that picked calculus confirm want the A so yea if moderation, i die ): and pysch..no hope uh. just took it for the knowledge. please let me get A for calculus ): then sem 2.1 no need take cds liao..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm kena sunburn..my face is peeling ): cos of saturday's trng..it was super duper exceptionally hot idk why ): stupid sun. and i was wearing the short sleeve rashguard. so got a bloodeh tan line on my arm now -.- and another combat hole tan line too wtf. sigh. my face and neck like black..chest is white FUGLY.. cant wear my V necks ): but i dont care zzz. anyway trng on sat was terrible cos clara and sarah didnt come ): then only got mp.. during trng did the usuals..did i mention i hate circular passing?! cos i stil cant control the damn boat ):&amp;lt; grrr. 9 more trngs and it's ivps :/ seriously screwed sia. anyway andrea injured her shoulder and ankle idk how and idk if it's even serious -.- but anyway she cant come trng until she recovers. she hasnt mastered recovery so i doubt she will be able to play :/ and it's super unfair cos she doesnt even come for trng but still get to join the competition and get the 50 seal points..but wtv i should worry about myself. so that day play match i got to play chaser and driver..against the other girl freshies..chaser quite fun? but that's cos they got not much action..if against the other schools jiu dont know how liao. cos now the team would be s ws wj c mp me and. dont think i'll be playing keep cos j say at reservoir very shaky..i cant even get my position in the pool and even s panics in the reservoir. so i might get to play chaser? but i cant say for sure that it's fun..cos confirm will be damn tough having to watch out so many things and all..oh well we'll see (: just hopes it gets better everytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. boa excel test tmr and i've not practice. only went through the mock test.. idk what they will come out. hope is the ifs and vlookup.. cos i did those for the project. if come out pivot table and dont know what shit i confirm die :/&lt;br /&gt;and then there's econs :/ need to at least complete one and find another by this thurs so i can let queklee check :/ min must find the 2 articles.. idk where i'm gonna find the time cos i'm starting to lose my discipline :/ keep side tracking to funshion fb twitter :/ argh. got to focus!! tmr end at 6..shall start finding..then wed before trng can find..thurs before school can continue finding and maybe try do :/ please please please please let me find an article ): mama has got one down. nigel got 2 down. like wtf! so zai! what about me ): i need my Z!!! i know it's possible. i'm not dumb ):&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;and the start of term 2 means i got to work even harder!!! jiayou!! need to keep up with my tutorials like really up up up and my notes and everything else!! i know i can do it. shall start camping at the library again..maybe get a timetable or something..like&lt;br /&gt;monday- gym, tuesday- slack (:, wed- mugggg, thurs- relac!, fri- muggggg. must be disciplined! manage time well and jiayou in studies and sports! it aint hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7614335797910750604?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7614335797910750604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7614335797910750604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7614335797910750604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7614335797910750604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-marks-start-of-term-2.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2609273504692551125</id><published>2011-06-26T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:26:59.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>realise i havent been posting here..&lt;br /&gt;but oh well too much secrets (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2609273504692551125?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2609273504692551125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2609273504692551125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2609273504692551125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2609273504692551125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/06/realise-i-havent-been-posting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-5842908540599656578</id><published>2011-06-18T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:10:23.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mid sem tests were alright i guess. hope for a B+ for pom and econs and a B for fa1. i know it's possible (:&lt;br /&gt;1 week of hols gone WTHECK -.- met neh pork cock bird honey already..and only. love them ttm (: it's like even though we never meet that often we're still there for each other (: but quite sad never meet gambling clique since they all super muggers studying for jcts. shall attempt to arrange a lunch next month after all my due dates.&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of that, I GOT HELL LOT OF THINGS TO DO. shall focus next week and attempt to finish all ):&amp;lt; damn sian..econs individual thingy is like due in 2weeks? and i have not found an article :/ then pom project..that still ok. boa..due soon too WTF -.- and we dont even know what we're suppose to do. SHIT. commskills..need to do survey!!! OMG x.x and research for statistics DAMN. i hate researching for info bloodeh hell. and for fa1, i need to go read up :/ forget everything liao..test coming soon ): sigh. and 2nd week of hols got so much things to do. mon, tues, wed, fri, sat all got stuff liao WTS ): sian.. AND I NEED TO PRACTICE BOA. seriously i scared i cry sia -.-&lt;br /&gt;so have been going trng..depressing? cos i cant do a lot of things. and j is like so kan jiong cos ivp's in a months time. veh tough lor. i'm suppose to play keeper but i can never sprint back fast enough ): guess i'm still in the bball mode where i'm center and always the last one to get back lol #fail. and i keep going into the attacking area there..like bball 3point zone -.- ite cannot get back in time. and i dont really like playing outside..like forward like that. so dangerous ): driver seems fun. just keep driving..sort of. sigh. when am i gonna get the hang of it ): GAHHH i must must must must not feel ):&amp;lt; otherwise i'll start dreading trng. it's still damn fun except when we play match :/ cos it's so hard to play keeper. i think mp will make a better keeper. i'm like so weak. forearm and wrist no strength at all. the seniors hold the paddle like it's a toothpick -.- mama~~ it feels better playing with the freshie guys cos we're of the same standard but of course we cant improve much.. SIGH WHAT IS THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a side note...&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I'M BEHAVING &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; WAY!!! seriously, this time it's different. i dont know. or maybe it's the same. we'll see. cos i think _______ too. haha. ohmygod. i cant believe this is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-5842908540599656578?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/5842908540599656578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=5842908540599656578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5842908540599656578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5842908540599656578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/06/mid-sem-tests-were-alright-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-695209983324008330</id><published>2011-06-05T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:19:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MID SEM TESTS THIS WEEK :O&lt;br /&gt;fweaking out ): sense of uncertainty :/ first ever exam in poly! 15% of the subject!! ugh. dont know their standard of marking and what is required..cos they give like a lot of marks but the answer very short only. got to be spot on :/ econs paper's gonna be 100marks -.- i have not seen a paper that's 100m since forever. excl maths cos that one got a lot of puny marks. so monday(tmr) paper's POM.. have not studied thoroughly :/ done notes but like blindly copy..as usual.. planned a timetable for today which is to cover some econs and all pom ite..dot of econs and dot of pom :/ #fail ): then tues's econs..thurs's finacc. haiz. dont know what to expect sia. and the papers are only 1hour long WTHECK. pom has 10mcq and 2 case studies with two parts. so 15min for mcq, 20min for each case..10 for a part. super rush :/ the cases confirm on planning and organising..haiz. just cant stick my ass to the chair an concentrate a few hours ): and i only started mugging at the library the whole day last week and daddy said that i'm more hardworking now as compared to that time during O's LOL cos he doesnt know tests are next week and i only started one week before it HAH. but i will make this attitude continue (: no time to loosen myself (: and since a study slower than others, i have to put in more time into my studies! 加油! and i cant wait for the massive 3hours to be over and hols are here!!! cant wait to go out, eat good food, shop like mad!! then there will be trngs too :/// and project meetings :/ and need to do self research before that UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-695209983324008330?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/695209983324008330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=695209983324008330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/695209983324008330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/695209983324008330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/06/mid-sem-tests-this-week-o-fweaking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7148427579254127578</id><published>2011-05-29T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:18:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trng ytd was :/ argh i dont know. suddenly waking up and realising everything's in a mess ):&lt;br /&gt;reached before 9. ran 2.4. in 21 mins. dont believe..at all. at most maybe 16-18.. and the distance's suppose to be &amp;lt;2.4?! wtheck. then gym. this time not that bad. but still hard luh. especially the triceps one. can lift the freaking dumb bell. 11plus..went to the pool. was looking forward to trng cos r and j werent gonna be there. did 3 sets first. got exempted from 1set cos we were punctual but still did it anyway. then the 4 of us went to do recovery while the rest did passing. omg so much more fun luh ): ws wanted to push me down immediately but obviously scared right. the last time i could do was weeks ago. then did twice by the latch. tried paddle then suddenly cannot :/ thank god j not there sia. then c could do it and i was ://// there. a will take forever cos it was her first. mp..idk. then practised a few more times and i got it! guess i needed ws to be dare. so there at least i know i wont die. lol. felt damn good when i got it. but i keep using to floor to balance myself and it is impossible to balance in the reservoir :/ and i keep having second tries. like the first time cannot then need lift the paddle to the surface again :/ ugh. i need to get this. after that slowly can liao but i think still quite unstable. then ws started pushing me. had to get 10. did 5 and j came -.- DAMN. i was like resting there then she ask if i could do it said yes. then ws say i left 5 more pushes. gave her a worried look then j started pushing me down. once i got up, push me down again. let out a little scream :/ scary ok! ass. kena push left and right continuously for like 5,6 times. then i was damn tired. like DUHH. competition at most kena push twice lor. pffftt. then she taught me hand roll. it just using your hand to push the water lor. damn hard. tried my first but j helped lift when i was half way up. then she said neh can do already lor and i was shocked?! that was so not a pass. oh and i was using her spread deck. think she dont like?? :/ i think it is much easier to fall on my right. cos got momentum to go one round. but i still take very long. hand need to push twice before coming up. and paddle also take some time to find the blade and sometimes need second try. did recovery for like 1 hour plus. then did 10 laps. circular passing..which totally failed -.- touched the ball like twice only -.- zzz.&lt;br /&gt;then played match. omg can die. so stressed up during the game against junior boys ): didnt like it at all sigh. so s was keeper. then i got subed it..took over from her. was freaking out cos i didnt even practise keeping the whole day and i take forever to position myself ): and they said keepers play outside which should be the case cos can also sprint back to keep. but they suddenly ask me play driver and i was like what the hell?! plus flabby girl here! how to push people?! cos mp can throw far shots blah blah so she should play outside. damn. then s keep asking me to hurry up go back keep. but i keep getting blocked banged by the asshole guys. can even quickly go back!!! TSK. stress sia. plus mp has stronger upper body she should be better in driving and i can assist her in scoring luh. bloody hell. IVP is like in 2months!! ): can i cry naoooo. it's seriously damn hard luhhhh. and hor join one competition get 50 seal points. just go for this ivp then quit jiu hao l. but that's such a bitch. i chose this cca and i will stick with it for 3years at least. then there was this asshole guy who kept hanging around me and the 3. so annoying knock here and there. know the rules or not?! sickening sia. also dont know why i never shout charge -_- then after that end liao lor. the whole group mood like went down. stupid j was angry cos seniors were suppose to be better than the junior boys. but wtheck la. say they shouldnt be complacent cos got us. but it's like 5v3 eh. wl lor. but the junior boys also got freshie leh. dont know la damn sian. the game plan in cp is very simple and easy cos also no place to move around. but idk la it's just damn tough.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i got to do know is to train my upper body. push ups..weights. got to get some muscles before i can really improve my skills. SIGH. there's still so much more to learn. and what about my studies sia ): mid sem tests are like in 1 week time wts!&lt;br /&gt;yup with that, i shall go do my tutorials. i tell you ah. so far i can only keep up with tutorials ): dont even have the energy and mood to study. that would spell SCREWED! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7148427579254127578?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7148427579254127578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7148427579254127578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7148427579254127578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7148427579254127578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/05/trng-ytd-was-argh-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2028376936331564770</id><published>2011-05-26T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:41:06.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY'S TRNG WAS HELL YEAH! FKING SHOIK!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;purposely went late :/ around 5plus..then did 20laps. [to __: you're slower than us but your number of laps are faster. wtheck. next time cheat also dont so fake luh. no offence just dont like cheaters] then circular passing..getting the hang of it but still damn hard. got to remember to end the stroke but i used to catching the ball with two hands then always let got of the paddle :/ then after that cannot quickly go. oh well. practice makes perfect! (: like how i'm still trying to paddle straight(er) :P then did sprints. OMG bloody tiring and stressful. i can feel all the lactic acid bursting out luh. back paddle damn suan ): then break 5 min. all of us now so scared luh. break 2min quickly get back into the boat -.- bleh. then did keeping..by myself ): cos xj quit. sianz. suddenly did not bad. but still drifting A LOT. then r put his paddle at my back. idk is to make me sit straight or so that i wont drift. and hor it's damn tiring. cos block like 3 times must adjust again -.- my back damn suan now cos need to always sit straight. and why the heck is my body so long. tupid. first time find body long not so nice. then got some idiot people -.- r say wait for my paddle to got up first then shoot. and they are suppose to shout ball and eye contact before shooting. but they just shoot -.- ass. but all no energy so ya nice pass! did slightly better than sat. like duhh. cos this time i was able to lift up the paddle, without shaking like mad. and freshies balls are easier to block. so they went to do passing. and i had to continue keeping.. and i swear i suck at it. cos i got slow reaction -.- and ya by the time i react gone liao. and girls always do lob so..i have to always sit straight and like lift the paddle to the highest. grrr. and r gave some easy ball..blocked and he said good. but like shi ta rang wo de. ok..he's trying to encourage me..but i dont think encouraging works for me :/ and he taught moving shots. fking hard ): cos i'll drift forward and they'll just go pass me and shoot. and i tried shooting but all obviously kena block -.- sigh. very hard to shoot okkkkk. then..he suddenly ask. you tired or not. then i said YESSSSS in the duhhh~~ tone lol. so had to do 3 more saves first. got his easy ball..like he purposely shoot to my blade -.- then he ask s to shoot wtf. after that she like let me too..i think? then suddenly j came -.- then she shoot normally wtheck. haiz. then he gave us 10min break. j got shock lol. like break so long. but only i came out of the boat. everyone dont dare. LOL. went to talk to rah. then go "help" ws move the goal post. but actually just to go talk to her. she so nice and cute :P like always smiling and caring lor. normally cappy very serious and all. but she opposite since everyone else so ):&amp;lt; and everytime r ask me do keeping my whole face will change..become very jiang and nervous? then she will notice and smile. then ya so (: HEH :P then went back into the boat..quickly run off LOL later kena catch back again. did passing with vicky a little (: THAT was fun (: then after that teamed up. ws s me c mp a. wore number 6! felt so (: defended first so i sat out.. subed in played keeper. bloody hard cos everyone keep moving then i drift here and there -.- then...dont know what happen and i capsized -.- zzz malu ttm sia. someone also caped. lol. heng ah! after that switch over to attack. played outside. not that terrible i guess? but i think i keep wanting to go in and extra. played on the left with mp she driver. then assisted her..she got it in. shuang! after that s subed c in. then i became on the right with a. i think she not berry good leh. supported ws here and there..tried shooting all cannot go in -.- then after that end liao. and the seniors went back talking among themselves. discussing about us..selecting people for the team to play for ivp in july. then..heard them saying "she can throw far passes..shouldnt play inside" lol. after that debrief..then announced that the 4 who played with ws and s got into team. so there will be main 5 and 2 reserves. and we're suppose to learn hand roll by july. damn hard. cos idk how it's suppose to be done. oh but hor i a little bit bu shuang that a got in :/ cos she like not very good? i have no right to say luh. guess i got in to gain experience since i'm suppose to be keeper next year :/ and it will be damn bitch if i quit cos they will have no keeper. maybe a got in cos of her size. but she has bball trng outside. how to commit. mp got in cos of handball, her shots and passes very strong. c got in cos she paddles the best. oh well. and then they say gym once a week is not enough -.- sian. means muscle aches all the way :/ anyway i dont know if i should be happy that i got into team cos i have to put in more effort in improving..18 more trng till competition day. and idk what i'll be playing cos obviously i cannot sub s be keeper it'll just bring the team down. boat warmer! and each game is 20 min, with 3min half time. so just pray the senior can tahan (: OH BUT THE MAIN THING r said that only normally year3s are the once representing the school for IVPs. but cos all the year2s quit so we gt a chance to play and gain experience (: lucky? or unlucky. which means after they graduate next year, it'll be year2s representing the school. scary sia. and have a lot of us (i hope) so we're left to die on our own. SIGH. but at least we get 2years of experience (: just pray hope wish i can cope with my studies..gpa min 3.5 sia :/ and hope everyone else stays it the team. just the ones closer with us. the other clique like fail sia. came to trng at 7plus and didnt come for sat's.&lt;br /&gt;okkk have been talking to much :/ suppose to wake up at 730. i did. but got out of bed at 830 cos i was waiting for daddy to leave the house :/ not 1040 already :/ 2 hours left to do econs and study a little pom..which might not be possible. GOOD LUCK EVE. perseverance (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2028376936331564770?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2028376936331564770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2028376936331564770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2028376936331564770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2028376936331564770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/05/yesterdays-trng-was-hell-yeah-fking.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3328924472750902492</id><published>2011-05-22T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:18:06.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SWEAR MY BOOBS ARE DISAPPEARING ):&lt;br /&gt;MOUSES ARE COMING OUT&lt;br /&gt;AND GOT A BUMP ON MY HEAD ):&lt;br /&gt;OWCH ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3328924472750902492?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3328924472750902492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3328924472750902492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3328924472750902492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3328924472750902492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-swear-my-boobs-are-disappearing.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-342297491736386998</id><published>2011-05-19T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:12:57.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so school's been great..just to note down a little here and there but i swear i'm gonna regret not writing down the details :/ oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth week of school's gonna end tomorrow. damn fast :O but the time during lectures are so dreadful ): crawling like a snail. SIGH. hmm. let's go by subjects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication Skills 1- sucks like crabby patties. it's actually just English with a very nice name pffftt. tutorials twice a week..each 2h.. super boring.. learning analytical writing now. and persuasuve writing, which is practically arguementative writing -.- so yep. zone-ing off everytime lessons starts. so i try my best to stare at her and keep my eyes open during the 2h. and she keep calling me, "eve, you understand? you look very lost" sorry luh. i concentrating on keeping my eyes open. tsk. and then we learnt subject verb agreement. what the heck. like back to primary or secondary school or something. grrr. super duper lame an waste of time. bleah. then there will be report writing after the test next week. and i'm freaking out for next week's text ): there are 4 topics, we've to think of all sorts of questions, research on the questions and find references.. at least 3 for each topic. omgomgomg. i scared sia. we saw some samples and the grading thingy. swear i'll get a C ): which is a 2.0!!! died x.x gahh thenthen there's gonna be cs2 WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..Business Office Applications..every week 1h lec and 3h lab. lecture all berry de lame. cos the textbook fweaking thick. 1 chapter like 50pages..complete in 1h. SIAO. everything just touch a bit..so also cant learn much. anyway it's stupid. we anf students learn about the computer parts for whattttt. grrr. comp lab lessons more fun luh. learning excel now. next term/sem would be access. but they using 2010 version. current lappy still 2007 so i also cannot practice. plus plus teacher say 1 we do 1 say 2 we do 2. cant even remember what i learn sia. got a project to do. dont know much do what la..sian. left 2months to project submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Management..SUCKS LIKE CRAP. 2h lec 2h tut every week. damn sian. lectures not productive at all. forever so noisy. and the lecturer sucks. forever screaming her lungs of and pmsing at us. i want the first lecturer ): she so fun and interesting. anyway. POM also got project -.- similar to ent..need to learn and immediately apply to our proj. so i got a group of very vocal people. always voicing out ideas and stuff. not saying it's a bad thing. love it in fact. but sometimes we all think our ideas are the best then never listen, absorb, agree with others. sian sian sian. just hope we'll be on our toes and keeping up to the project :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MicroEcons!!! interesting (: 2nd favourite subject! but need a lot of time to slowly understand and remember. scared for midsem test and all :/ heavy heavy subject!!! :O got project toooo. dont know what la. just know got to start reading newspapers and analysing companies ): oh well shall keep an open mind and love econs (: macro next sem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial Accounting 1 wheeeeeee~~~ love love love (: awake during lec and tut :P heh. so far so good. dont think got project too :P got to really do well ad score for this subject. no chances at all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so CCAs..signed up for Basketball, supe hardcore people. didnt get selected. anyway also dont want to join (: already in dpaig..but it's not a cca and no commitments. no leadership role anyway. guess i'll just go back for the orientation next year lol. sign up for tpsu too but they never inform us anything -.- was thinking of pacesetters but they like super high standard so heh. anywayyyyyyyyyy main point is CANOE POLOOOOOOOOO!!! hellyeah super fun. not use to the sudden training so having muscle aches everywhere ): learning how to paddle, sweep stroke, draw stroke and cannot remember liao. ohoh recovery! omg. first time was amazing. sit in the pro canoe with the blanket thingy. then go down and come up with the side. couldnt do the paddle roll at first but after that somehow i did it when senior was watching me. 5 seconds of highness :P damn cool. then 2 seniors guys saw then both were betting if i could do it a second time. cos they alway say first time lucky. buttttttt i did it! hell yeah! (: bloody cool. then senior push me to my left and i was suppose to bring the paddle to the right and go up. was taught to do without bringing the paddle to the surface. AND I DID IT. WOOHOO. twice somemoreeeeeee. super motivated now. that was on sat. then ytd learn how to dribble. i dont know how to do -.- then me and xj were brought to the side to learn keeper. GOALIE! an shuang but also stress cos goalie suppose to be the fastest? and need to open eyes damn big and watch the game like controller. and be center at the same time. hope to be a good keeper and shooter (: if you can keep well, you can shoot well apparently. then the rest of the freshies got to try and score a few rounds. me and xj suppose to block. everyone we miss need to do 10push ups. ended with 70 :/ but cos they cant shoot luh. if meet the pros sure die. fast balls idk how to react sia :/ scary!!! but then hor. we were choosen by our height apparently. the thing is, there are other 170s..i 160 only leh. why choose me. stress sia. but others will learn how to keep too la (: so maybe they will be better than me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not stress yet but maybe in 2weeks cos i'll be studying for midsem tests. only thing i look forward to are friends, finacc, econs and canoe polo. cp the most actually. it's super fun. keep fit and learning new stuff at the same time. really hope i can do well sia. if not i start crying again LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-342297491736386998?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/342297491736386998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=342297491736386998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/342297491736386998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/342297491736386998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-schools-been-great.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3926322471472432685</id><published>2011-05-19T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:18:03.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;------DASH------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9oGKFljjg/TdULR8-Hd6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/S8pyHHZDTqI/s1600/tombstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401314012166050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9oGKFljjg/TdULR8-Hd6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/S8pyHHZDTqI/s320/tombstone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he referred to the dates on her tombstone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and spoke if the following dates with tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he said that what mattered most of all&lt;br /&gt;was the "dash" between those years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for that dash represents all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she spent alive on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now only those who loved her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know what little line is worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for it matters not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how much we own the cars, the house, the cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what matters is how we live and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how we spend our dash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so think about this long and hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are there things you'd like to change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you never know how much time is left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you could be at "dash mid range)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we could just slow down enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to consider what's true and real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and always try to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way the other people feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be less quick to anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and show appreciation more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and love the people in our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like we've never loved before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we treat each other with respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and more often wear a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remembering that this special dash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;might only last a little while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when your eulogy's being read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with your life's actions to rehash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you be proud of the things they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about how you spent your dash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-unknown-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3926322471472432685?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9oGKFljjg/TdULR8-Hd6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/S8pyHHZDTqI/s72-c/tombstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-5389074384631519081</id><published>2011-04-28T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:47:40.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is seriously fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi fat ass. please get your facts right. know your duties, and what is required of you. if you care, do know that i know what i am suppose to do. if you dont trust me then do it yourself. you dont have to follow the crowd. freaking annoying how you boss around thinking so highly of yourself. seriously, cant you see our behaviour. pressuring me here and there. so impatient for what. why dont you just take up all duties -.- me here trying to be as nice as possible. trying not to flare up already k. you continue this i'll not be so considerate anymore. how to survive with you for 1 year. think of it headache already. think you some big boss that everyone loves -.- one day, one day. promise you will regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note. i need to learn too. tolerate all this shit. get use to it. and grow. this is life, this is how people are. and i thought those people were the worst. guess there are more pathetic ones. freaking bastard. waste of my energ and emotions. I WILL OVERCOME THIS AND BE A BETTER PERSON TSK. everything just have to be done in the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-5389074384631519081?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/5389074384631519081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=5389074384631519081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5389074384631519081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5389074384631519081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-seriously-fucking-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3894524262643512435</id><published>2011-04-15T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:59:40.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh feel like going back to writing diaries :/ cos some stuff are just too private :/ but i prefer typing it out..so there's my other lj..butttttt i need to write my thoughts and stuff down immediately cos thoughts and feelings would be different when you recollect what happened earlier. aiyo so mao dun. and i need to record them down cos they are beautiful memories even though they are super childish when i think about them after that. gahh how i wish someone can read my mind and help me record them down -.- so diary or blog?! and...there's a chance people with itch hands might read my diary so WTF. dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3894524262643512435?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3894524262643512435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3894524262643512435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3894524262643512435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3894524262643512435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/04/gahh-feel-like-going-back-to-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6664866077992561431</id><published>2011-03-28T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:51:11.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got to face up to reality and accept things that cannot be changed. let things be the way they are and adapt, adapt, adapt. accept people for who they are and just pray for them to change for the better. this is life. no moving backwards or remaining at the same spot. we move forward. zuo ren yao da fang yi dian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6664866077992561431?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6664866077992561431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6664866077992561431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6664866077992561431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6664866077992561431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/03/got-to-face-up-to-reality-and-accept.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1850408424665444329</id><published>2011-02-25T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:14:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL MY LAST POST IS 2MONTHS PLUS AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's so tough ): so much xin shi and feelings and thoughts and feeling so UGH every single second. cant be myself. so hard ): not being a fake..just got to control my emotions and not be critical or judgemental and to be neutral about everything. when am i going to learn all that and carry them out effectively ):&lt;br /&gt;have been going through so much and it just drains my energy the whole time. got to put myself back together and cope with it. it has always been me doing my thing and not bothering about everything else. doubt i can continue behaving the same way. but i seriously dont want to change myself to fit everyone else. stubborn me ): but i just want to be the stubborn me! ):&lt;br /&gt;everything is so sudden and going too fast for me to catch up ):&lt;br /&gt;so much to complain and bitch but i just cant phrase how i'm feeling and i end up sulking and ): or go emotionless the whole day. hao xin ku ah! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1850408424665444329?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1850408424665444329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1850408424665444329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1850408424665444329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1850408424665444329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2011/02/lol-my-last-post-is-2months-plus-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7472280428521124649</id><published>2010-12-08T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:46:42.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry that i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that i fell through&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i was falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it came true&lt;br /&gt;But sorry doesn't turn back time&lt;br /&gt;For all that i have done to you&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could make it right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7472280428521124649?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7472280428521124649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7472280428521124649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7472280428521124649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7472280428521124649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-that-i-hurt-you-sorry-that-i-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-4160768360240105511</id><published>2010-11-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:22:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out with fatty and porkk! walk until want to die. somemore in pinafore and school shoes. marina to wisma to ngee ann to ion to wisma to ion to wisma to ion to wisma to shaw. sigh. muscle ache ah. LOVE YOU GUYS! out the next few days :/ need to find time to pack luggage and books!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-4160768360240105511?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/4160768360240105511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=4160768360240105511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4160768360240105511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4160768360240105511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-with-fatty-and-porkk-walk-until.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3854353185290705646</id><published>2010-11-11T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:50:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"your relationship with the family is very bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WU WHATTTTT?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3854353185290705646?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3854353185290705646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3854353185290705646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3854353185290705646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3854353185290705646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-relationship-with-family-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-5711818622430823939</id><published>2010-11-09T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:25:45.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bra ah~ 我欠你多少人情?! 要好好谢谢你. lol. thanks to you, i didnt commit a crime. lol. say until so serious..the golden balls xP you know what i talking about right. and my sins WILL be washed away along the tears i shed whenever i yawn :D cute la you. cheat you one year and you seriously dont know?! thanks for listening to all my complains these 2 years!! and the super duper uber long sms (: it can be a card already lorr (: from push up, push down bra in obs to MY BEST PUSH UP BRA ALWAYS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-5711818622430823939?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/5711818622430823939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=5711818622430823939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5711818622430823939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5711818622430823939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/11/bra-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2996996473090859743</id><published>2010-10-29T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:34:01.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BYE BYE A1. and the last thing i never thought i would fail on. KINEMATICS. one of my favourite topics. SIGH. 8marks gone. i'm gonna cry if i dont get my A1 because of a stupid mistake. integrate wrongly -.- did the paper twice and did the same mistake twice. MAMA~&lt;br /&gt;chem is screwed too. all the tuition fees. bleah. the question was talking about neutrons protons electrons and i had no idea at all. wrote the stupidest answer anyone can think of. feel so stupid. just to console myself. it's only 50%. right&lt;br /&gt;now to concentrate on my humans. cram one subject, throw it, cram another, throw another. that's how o's are. just hope my brain can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook is up. IT idiot here dont know how to use it. ok that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when menopause vs pms vs andropause.&lt;br /&gt;think of the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;you do not want to go through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2996996473090859743?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2996996473090859743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2996996473090859743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2996996473090859743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2996996473090859743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye-bye-a1.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6915032186011353614</id><published>2010-10-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:28:29.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i think i'm going to miss your laughter cos that's what i hear most of the time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6915032186011353614?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6915032186011353614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6915032186011353614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6915032186011353614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6915032186011353614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-im-going-to-miss-your-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1710502346609310682</id><published>2010-10-27T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:03:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amanda: 'today is mummy and daddy's birthday'&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1710502346609310682?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1710502346609310682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1710502346609310682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1710502346609310682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1710502346609310682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/amanda-today-is-mummy-and-daddys.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1054873647228106435</id><published>2010-10-26T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:59:41.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'IS ZERO AN INTEGER??'&lt;br /&gt;omg loser much. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how I give up when O's just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petrol kiosk and videoworld&lt;br /&gt;that makes us neighbors (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1054873647228106435?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1054873647228106435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-878698749758115295</id><published>2010-10-25T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:52:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG 20 MORE DAYS TILL EVERYTHING IS OVER! it isnt scary as it seems. i dont know. same feeling as prelims. or maybe cos...:/ just to scare myself, I HAVENT START ON GEOG2 AND SS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-878698749758115295?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/878698749758115295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8723982534825963999</id><published>2010-10-22T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:48:13.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am giving up bio officially&lt;br /&gt;killing my brain cells D:&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for it to be over&lt;br /&gt;1h 45min&lt;br /&gt;time flies right?&lt;br /&gt;and another 12days till freedom&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8723982534825963999?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8723982534825963999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6627419713322574093</id><published>2010-10-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:37:36.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6627419713322574093?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6627419713322574093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6627419713322574093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6627419713322574093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6627419713322574093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3253956733891145058</id><published>2010-10-22T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:49:33.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss the library already ): it's so fun. the video-ing especially (: IT'S EXTREMELY FUNNY. but cannot watch too many times xP gahh. i dont feel like studying already. getting sick ): blame the haze. or maybe i'm just exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;QT PI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you poop&lt;br /&gt;we have to keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;cos..(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3253956733891145058?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3253956733891145058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3253956733891145058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3253956733891145058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3253956733891145058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-library-already-its-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2374630765582617039</id><published>2010-10-20T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:42:50.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realise i havent post A LOT of pictures. sigh. it's troublesome for an IT idiot like me. anyway have been studying at the library. wouldnt say it's extremely productive. but at least it's more productive than staying at home. and it's getting slightly hard to concentrate now. coughshawncough. tsk. let's see. when you dont feel like studying, DONT STUDY. really. go sleep or do something relaxing. no point stressing yourself out. wait. maybe i'm wrong. idontknow. you'll feel better after that anyway. although there will be a little sense of guilt. heh. but it's fun la. especially yesterday :D just remember to have fun! and uh.. about 3 more days?! BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2374630765582617039?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2374630765582617039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2374630765582617039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2374630765582617039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2374630765582617039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-realise-i-havent-post-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2596278411288981147</id><published>2010-10-13T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:16:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i.need.to.stop.doing.maths ): in no need to start re-memorizing. 10days to O's! i think the only person who's excited is jingyi (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;some visitors later in the evening :/ mum asked big sis to sleep at kent's so they can take hers. annoying. trouble people. relatives apparently. just hope they dont touch my stuff and come into my room cos my face will just turn black. and i'll try to avoid them as much as i can :/&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3634682023449226755</id><published>2010-10-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:32:14.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BIG SIS IS MARRIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;sentosa was freaking hot. i'm so tired. so much time wasted on waiting. pictures will be tomorrow or something. the vows were touching. idk. there was this point where i suddenly felt um something. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and babies only in 2012. bleah. i want a doll to play with xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8253805990892479594</id><published>2010-10-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:15:47.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'you are dismissed' ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you will never know the true meaning of A MOMENT until it become A MEMORY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8253805990892479594?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3155547787708724476</id><published>2010-10-08T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:26:05.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of school ): last time I sang the national anthem ): all the sec4s started singing :/ gave me creeps on the Mari kita. sang too (: graduation ceremony was nice. except when they asked is to move from the studio to the hall. 4e1 and 4e2 video so nice.. nose was sour. then the rest were played. so sad. then they ask us sing school song. omg broke down on the first line -.- so stupid. but I still sang to the end (: bel and I were shaking during the whole time. sigh. and school cheer ): then they played 4e4's. thought it would suck :/ maybe the front part did. cos cannot hear. the teachers part was so nice.. activated my tear glands -.- sigh there goes four years. I still remember the first day of school.. looking for the stupid foyer. and complaining of the stupid structure of the circular and rectangle block. and mixing up comp lab 1 2 3 4. and I'm gonna miss the school food. and to think I used to be sick of it. sunny side up, prawn mee add meat and three fishball, $2 hokkien mee add sotong!, briyani add crabmeat, man tou! and Milo!!! gahh. I'll miss wearing the uniform.. loose belts and unzipped zips. no more uniforms anymore!! I love 4e4'10 &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;it's often our secondary school life that changes and improves our character. I love TK. I'll miss every single person in tk. including all those guai tai that I bitched about. I'm sorry. but thanks for adding so much colour to my life. and those people who enjoy listening to my gossips xP &lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who wrote me affirmation notes. sorry I never write at all :/ I prefer doing farewells.. I'll try to rush it by prom! and facebook after O's. promise (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3155547787708724476?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3155547787708724476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3155547787708724476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3155547787708724476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3155547787708724476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-day-of-school-last-time-i-sang.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7754343570823919077</id><published>2010-10-05T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:18:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had that feeling again all of a sudden after a year :/ started tearing in class -.- spoilt my mood for the whole day. changed my impression of her. hatred. just 3 more days of school and we can lose contact already. i need to talk to a human being. but i cant seem to find someone for my complaints. but i doubt i would speak up anyway. cant wait to be a new environment ): and i think i might regret deciding on tp one day. cos there'll definitely people i know there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me perfect english&lt;br /&gt;before requesting for the same thing&lt;br /&gt;disgusting&lt;br /&gt;and thank that bitch for adding oil too&lt;br /&gt;piss me off&lt;br /&gt;ya ya you're always right&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7754343570823919077?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7754343570823919077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7754343570823919077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7754343570823919077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7754343570823919077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/10/had-that-feeling-again-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3497399106683657396</id><published>2010-09-27T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:13:47.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'cant depend on you'&lt;br /&gt;4words enough to make me cry ):&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how hurting it was&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to put up with every single accusation of yours&lt;br /&gt;why are you so bias towards someone you scold and complain of everyday&lt;br /&gt;it's so depressing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3497399106683657396?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3497399106683657396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3497399106683657396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3497399106683657396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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drops from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;and she's so annoying! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-500261771344412248?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/500261771344412248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=500261771344412248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/500261771344412248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/500261771344412248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sis-got-freaking-distinction-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1502821966227271742</id><published>2010-09-23T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:03:04.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks to know that you can do it but you just lost to time. there goes my first A for bio -.- 5 more minutes could change so much. sigh so sad. and after adding mark i miss by a tiny bit. dopes. oh well at least it is a little comforting to know that I can actually get an A for bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so saddening to see you suffer this way ): and there's nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever believe every single thing you hear. it's dangerous :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1502821966227271742?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1502821966227271742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1502821966227271742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1502821966227271742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1502821966227271742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-sucks-to-know-that-you-can-do-it-but.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-506778696084428182</id><published>2010-09-22T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:57:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spend more time on humans and sciences hoping to improve my grades. in the end not only did my grades not improve, maths also screwed ): sigh. so disappointing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8341625155974952792</id><published>2010-09-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:20:31.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH AND I CAN FINALLY WAKE UP AT A NORMAL TIME :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8341625155974952792?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8341625155974952792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-5343561821371482827</id><published>2010-09-19T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:48:49.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;went to JB with my big sis and bf. walk until want to die. go bridal shop to pick her ROM dress. me and um..gor's (this is weird) taste super diff. like he said ok or so so, i'm like NO. in the end picked this 2 piece gown. i think it's too corset-ty. should pick this other worm-y corset. oh well. gor liked it . then walk walk. i saw this dress with a big EVE across the chest. big sis ask me buy. but not say very nice la. then eat eat eat. bought secret recipe. so cheapppppppp. should have bought more. oh well. next time go again :D wanted to get a prom dress. cos the one i wanted from my sis is like gone. idk. maybe she threw it down the rubbish chute D: liked it so much. now i need to think of something else. grrr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well breaked for a weekend (: feel so shiok (: now to get back on track :/ 33 more days! and i swear block period's gonna bore me out. just hope i get the 2 weeks of study break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some good old times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TJYwsarUNDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8rwAxXcIVF0/s1600/Photo0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518651933022499890" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TJYwsarUNDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8rwAxXcIVF0/s320/Photo0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-5343561821371482827?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TJYwsarUNDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8rwAxXcIVF0/s72-c/Photo0685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1244956496011431944</id><published>2010-09-17T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:07:42.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>07022011 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1244956496011431944?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1244956496011431944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1244956496011431944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1244956496011431944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1244956496011431944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/09/07022011-d.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-4938130709921940416</id><published>2010-09-17T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:34:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TJNR7FZUJwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wMPolWG_fSE/s1600/cuties"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517844043961476866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TJNR7FZUJwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wMPolWG_fSE/s320/cuties" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-4938130709921940416?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/4938130709921940416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=4938130709921940416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4938130709921940416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4938130709921940416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/09/d.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TJNR7FZUJwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wMPolWG_fSE/s72-c/cuties' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1962145290202663770</id><published>2010-09-17T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:53:01.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally got my hands on the comp :O&lt;br /&gt;prelim's are over!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;but this time not good. at all.&lt;br /&gt;not even confident for maths ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh. block periods start next week.&lt;br /&gt;swear it doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;and recess at 11 :/ need to sneak food in.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise my stomach will growl like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure i'm only getting one week of study leave.&lt;br /&gt;cos i will fail geog lit ss bio chem&lt;br /&gt;everything actually&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;30+ days left!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6916795902570812462</id><published>2010-09-15T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:04:59.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am.not.studying.&lt;br /&gt;dead. screwed up my sciences ): didnt finish both. sigh. and to console myself,&lt;br /&gt;sciences are not important. for me.&lt;br /&gt;i know anything can happen and i might need my sciences.&lt;br /&gt;but if i cant even get an A for maths, &lt;br /&gt;wouldnt my sciences get Cs.&lt;br /&gt;amath killed my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;felt like fainting -.- could feel it pumping&lt;br /&gt;drain my energy;&lt;br /&gt;was half asleep during chem&lt;br /&gt;yup and paper1s wont be able to pull me up&lt;br /&gt;em2 geog2 bio1 chem1 left&lt;br /&gt;and i'm behaving as if prelims are over&lt;br /&gt;as if o's are over :/&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go out study..&lt;br /&gt;but. the weather's so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;stayed in bed till...:/&lt;br /&gt;give up already&lt;br /&gt;'prelims onlyyyy'&lt;br /&gt;lets see. 38 days to o's&lt;br /&gt;@!~(#&amp;%$&lt;br /&gt;no hope on combine&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not working hard for geog&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;andddd,&lt;br /&gt;i keep using THAT reason to make myself feel better :/&lt;br /&gt;not good, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting irritated and disturbed by little things&lt;br /&gt;that's me. always.&lt;br /&gt;idonknow.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stand how some people behave&lt;br /&gt;disgusted&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop or change people&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i have to learn to control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6916795902570812462?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6916795902570812462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6916795902570812462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6916795902570812462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6916795902570812462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/09/am.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6597900304141999688</id><published>2010-09-12T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:10:19.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one minute i'm sure of doing well, and the next i have a feeling that i'll screw up prelims :/ then i'll lie to myself..i'm working towards o's, dont care about prelim's. ugh. it's true but i shouldnt think that way. i know. sigh. starting to feel exhausted ): 5 more days till prelim's over, 41 days to o's and about 60 days till i get my life back. my sis said she'll pay 50% of my netbook if i beat her. hello~? that's a 6 or 7. it's kind of impossible for me. and that's why her bet is so high (: gahh. plus i'm aiming for l1r2b2 not l1r5. bleh. i'm already thinking of life during the 2 months :/ and i cant wait for school next year. jingyi, no boyfriends okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note, big sis ROM is in a month! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6597900304141999688?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6597900304141999688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6597900304141999688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6597900304141999688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6597900304141999688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-minute-im-sure-of-doing-well-and.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8873796532194563985</id><published>2010-09-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:49:47.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>during recess..&lt;br /&gt;started talking about travelling and animals.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly there was smashing of chick's head ): cos they were too noisy or something&lt;br /&gt;pork said it ):&lt;br /&gt;then they became cute and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;'wait till they become chickens'&lt;br /&gt;eat the drumlet and blah&lt;br /&gt;ate a piece of chicken like 10mins ago&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like puking :/&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly went back to the smashing of the chick's head&lt;br /&gt;freaked out&lt;br /&gt;and i started tearing -.-&lt;br /&gt;too imaginative already&lt;br /&gt;from eggs to cute chicks to smashing it's head to disgusting chickens to dead meat to putting it into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8873796532194563985?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8873796532194563985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>sis: 'eh your moustache is sweating (:'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'and your face is blooming'&lt;br /&gt;sis: 'asshole'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'i win :D'&lt;br /&gt;this is life in my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single worksheet of mine is stained with saliva, eye shit, oil and every other dirty thing&lt;br /&gt;but not one comes from me&lt;br /&gt;gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath is driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;i'm doubting my A1&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;and amath..too much pressure ain't good&lt;br /&gt;and this is the time where most will fail&lt;br /&gt;geog doesnt want to get into my head&lt;br /&gt;have not touched ss = dead&lt;br /&gt;and my sciences are hopeless&lt;br /&gt;time check, 60days to O's&lt;br /&gt;good luck eve&lt;br /&gt;you're dead&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to be optimistic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-900860216298171753?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/900860216298171753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=900860216298171753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/900860216298171753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/900860216298171753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/sis-eh-your-moustache-is-sweating-me.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6031886696863473329</id><published>2010-08-20T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:45:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOT MY FREAKING ASS COVERED!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not a time to relax :/ prelims are here! i'm scared ): i'm not even studying when i know how much there is to cover and memorise :/ sigh. first, i just need to keep myself awake and stop sleeping when i open the freaking textbook -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-894414151141025925</id><published>2010-08-16T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:32:12.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JINGYI!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NICE CARD RIGHT :D SIZE 36D OKAY! (: and somehow you knew it was 36D xP glad you like it! must hang at your window and stare at it everyday then you'll get the shape (: though it's not symmetrical :/ and your mum said she want to frame it up?! hah. wrote the letter in chinese. just felt like it. was like writing a compo -_- kept pressing the stupid dictionary -.- in the end still got hell loads of wrong words :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHhBEd69I/AAAAAAAAAIM/FW_eccOMiXs/s1600/jingyi+1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506010651985570770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHhBEd69I/AAAAAAAAAIM/FW_eccOMiXs/s320/jingyi+1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHhmdd4lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SUs00WPduNo/s1600/jingyi+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506010662022537810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHhmdd4lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SUs00WPduNo/s320/jingyi+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHh05NT4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hZo0dKxaraQ/s1600/jingyi+3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506010665896988546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHh05NT4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hZo0dKxaraQ/s320/jingyi+3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHileZU0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/v2FdPN9DwR4/s1600/jingyi+5"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506010678937867074" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHileZU0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/v2FdPN9DwR4/s320/jingyi+5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHiA35tsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WlgZcgkKc30/s1600/jingyi+4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506010669112735426" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHiA35tsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WlgZcgkKc30/s320/jingyi+4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; LOVE YOU BABE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;english oral tmr!!! i'm scared :/ i'm never interested in what i say -_- unless it's like gossiping or bitching xP SMILE MORE. sure man. i wont smile for no reason. tsk. like some siao ding dong. somehow i have a feeling i will screw it up ): like how i screwed up my first chi oral ): sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese results on wed :/ no comments. i just need to think of how i'm going to answer to achee :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7058600815673916965-894414151141025925?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/894414151141025925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=894414151141025925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/894414151141025925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/894414151141025925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-jingyi-d-nice-card-right.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TGlHhBEd69I/AAAAAAAAAIM/FW_eccOMiXs/s72-c/jingyi+1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6831903037162037551</id><published>2010-08-13T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:58:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was in the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;shouted for my dad,&lt;br /&gt;he didnt hear&lt;br /&gt;shouted for my mum,&lt;br /&gt;he answered.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;stubborn old man who doesnt want to admit his mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and starts blaming people&lt;br /&gt;'communication is very important'&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;it isnt my fault when i'm trying to communicate&lt;br /&gt;and there you are talking to other people,&lt;br /&gt;ignoring my call.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasted 10mins of my life getting pissed off&lt;br /&gt;pffftt&lt;br /&gt;now you know where the stubborn genes come from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to hurry get well befor o's eng oral :/ or else i would sound all nasal and screw everything up. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6831903037162037551?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6831903037162037551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6831903037162037551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6831903037162037551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6831903037162037551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/was-in-toilet-shouted-for-my-dad-he.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7442656676701176904</id><published>2010-08-11T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:51:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum's laughter freaked me out&lt;br /&gt;and i started crying&lt;br /&gt;retarded much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting sick! staying up till 4 for the past few days :/ annoying nose the whole day. thank god there were 4 free periods (incl the 3qn ws for emath -.-). i'm tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7442656676701176904?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7442656676701176904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7442656676701176904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7442656676701176904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7442656676701176904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-mums-laughter-freaked-me-out-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1668970279482460648</id><published>2010-08-07T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:41:26.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. now i feel guilty. i didnt mean it so seriously. just..recounting what happened. dont worry. i'm not angry ok.. hope you've stopped crying ):&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to make people cry. one of the first :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1668970279482460648?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1668970279482460648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1668970279482460648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1668970279482460648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1668970279482460648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8860910064027571699</id><published>2010-08-06T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:08:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>national day celebration was funnnnnnnnnn. last one in tk. kinda sad la. wrapped myself like a pig. sweat like nobody's business. gross. gave wuanting her stitch. rushed her card last night till 1plus. tsk. she said it touched her. LOL? and she was hugging it like a baby. some psychotic pics in isabelle's cam. LOL. so the performance sucked cos there wasnt anything to see. and i though they would start singing national day songs from year 2000 or something :O in the end..dont know what happen. cant remember. too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the bomb shelter for loads of pics. then started sweating again -_- how am i going to get all the pics from people :/ gahh. anyway, lunch with nehneh xiaobudian val man at swensen's!!! yummy :D broke liao. need to live on bread for another week or so. eww. was suppose to have a study date at man's but ended up at nehneh's :/ talked to neh on the bus. i love her bro ): so nice. i want a big brother too!!! ): or maybe i just need some..:/ she doesnt hug and kiss her sisters. aww. so sad. i do that like everyday xP i love neh's family. sigh. took 3hours to do 10 emath qns. how great is that. her bed was so comfy. dozing off every other minute. neh's so cute xP esp when she inched forward on the bed to study beside me. heh (: love you neh (: fell alseep. then man woke me up when she wanted to help me cover blanket. lol. then the GREAT neh came with her baby blanket and landed on my...TOOT! ew. think i was being annoying cos i was "neh neh"-ing the whole time :/ heh (: had a bomb of fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's time to study): chinese results coming soon, eng o's oral, results,prelim starts in uh 3weeks (excl eng) and O's is in 79 days. MAMA~!&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;060810&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TFwyXYvvyoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l7CCdgN325E/s1600/shawn+and+eve"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502328222100998786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TFwyXYvvyoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l7CCdgN325E/s320/shawn+and+eve" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;hi poop (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8860910064027571699?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8860910064027571699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=8860910064027571699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8860910064027571699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8860910064027571699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/national-day-celebration-was.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_NBNes5Mx1-8/TFwyXYvvyoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l7CCdgN325E/s72-c/shawn+and+eve' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1388080094279996340</id><published>2010-08-04T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:08:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm scared. really really scared. for english O's oral -_- it's suppose to pull people but it's pulling me down -_- got the lowest in class for prelims. though it's still a B3. sigh sigh sigh. how am i going to improve oral in just two weeks ): and when there is someone who gets 38/40 in front of you, you're bound to die. having an english person helps you in chinese but english is still more important. sigh. and i cant fake an accent. unless is a china speaking english or imitating mr john. argh. and lopes's comments are so demoralising ): i know it's suppose to help me to improve. but the way she wrote is sooooo &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%$"&gt;!@#$%$&lt;/a&gt;#! maybe i interpret it wrongly but it's really so saddening. the convo part she wrote something like "seems to think that answering one sentence is enough". somehow i find it insulting. and she's suppose to be a ss teacher -_- not that i want to, but i got nothing to say! too bad lah ): oh well. and another "need &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; of prompting". dfjakdganlkjfahnbr. grrr.&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;you take care too&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;((((:&lt;br /&gt;(((((:&lt;br /&gt;((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1388080094279996340?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1388080094279996340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1388080094279996340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1388080094279996340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1388080094279996340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay-im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-5781039530293322776</id><published>2010-07-29T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:45:34.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>getting irritated real easy again. has been around for some time. grrr. feel like growling at people. cant help it but keep seeing all the faults people have. !#$%@! super annoying. getting angered at the slightest thing or even things that dont even happen on me. wth. and that's how i waste my energy. stupid. and then i'll start bitching about people -_- just need to let someone know how i feel to let off some steam. thanks &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;(: you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated man's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D love you so much (: skin super thick. first thing in the morning ask for birthday card xP lol.&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;i'm taking what you say as an insult y'know&lt;br /&gt;asshole&lt;br /&gt;i just realise you have like super low EQ&lt;br /&gt;maybe you dont even have&lt;br /&gt;you're such a liar&lt;br /&gt;such a fake&lt;br /&gt;seems like you want some attention&lt;br /&gt;like how every ___ wants&lt;br /&gt;but sadly you aint getting it!&lt;br /&gt;poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-5781039530293322776?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/5781039530293322776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=5781039530293322776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5781039530293322776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/5781039530293322776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-irritated-real-easy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3991944707619005290</id><published>2010-07-26T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:06:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh interview was slightly better? but not that good. gahh. the school's freaking big! went there early. then at the registration, saw their interview list thingy. saw at least 8people applying for the same course. means they'll only give 2-3 seats. so..3people together again. guy girl me. it only lasted for 15min :/ how can they see your interest aptitude attitude in just 3/4 questions. anyway there was 4females :/ so scary lil job interview. first thing we stepped in, one woman said we will only pick one from the three of you. !!! anyway the girl wasnt that good. not singaporean. english a bit funny and she'll always end the sentence with 'something like that'. lol. the guy's not bad :/ and both of them got poa. actually all 4 i interview wth got poa. sigh. a little disadvantaged? then..they ask what's so special about you that i have to pick you over the other 2 and the girl shook her head. lol. nothing special about her. hah. then this other woman flip some paper and said 'eve, i see that sp..is sp your first choice?' zzz they got the info still ask me. pffftt. was so shock that my voice started shaking. then anyhow crap say last time my sis had long hours at sp then their eyes all open super big. idiot -_- then what my parents feel that travelling is a problem so sp not my first. then another woman say what if both schools offer you, which will you accept? um um um um ah ah um i'm not sure. then they laugh -.- zzz i cant stay t cos then they might not offer me. then i cant say s cos if it's s then why isnt my first. plus it would contradict to what i say about the travelling thing. then they turn to the guy. omg he lives at pasir ris and he wants to go all the way to dover. they asked his reason and he said "sometimes we havec to take advice from our parents, and my parents told me to never go to t cos my dad has attended some businiess courses and he said that s would be a better choice" felt like boxing him. like i say 1 he 2. idiot. anyway i think the guy will get it. he sound more interested than me. oh well. that's the end of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3991944707619005290?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3991944707619005290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3991944707619005290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3991944707619005290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3991944707619005290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugh-interview-was-slightly-better-but.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1709836696780279242</id><published>2010-07-25T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:55:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a farting sessions with my dad xP&lt;br /&gt;gross i know..but&lt;br /&gt;it's a family thing XD&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1709836696780279242?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1709836696780279242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1709836696780279242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1709836696780279242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1709836696780279242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-farting-sessions-with-my-dad-xp.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3341738432017802395</id><published>2010-07-24T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:05:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the BOMBBBBB!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;cross country was great! sort of. the run killed me. too long never run already. was in time for the zany parade!!! 4e4 the choir team. haha. everyone holding the lyrics. LOL. anyway, we got THIRDDDDD. better than nothing la (: was fun. ended early though. nothing much at the reservoir anyway.&lt;br /&gt;crossed over my place at 11plus :D bra neh jiamin (: jm pangseh her clique xP no regrets anyway (: shawn too. failed bball outing xP wt man val went to man's house to take tennis racket then came over. PIZZAAAA :D shiok (: this time no gossip session. cos got no stories anyway. plus got two new members xP a little of hsm3. lol. i think i kept on anti-climating. hah. then two hours of table tennis. the stupid security guards pissed me off. gong zuo xiao lv is low until &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;! and there was this asshole bunch of guys in the room. childish monkeys. table tennis was shiok ah! man so strong xP break the bat thingy xP and you no need buy new one la that one very old anyway. and all of us were so scared of wt cos she was playing er...tennis? badminton? or dodgeball? LOL. was so afraid the ball would flattened or the wall would crack. hah. loads of laughter :D then another two hours of tennis. tired the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU :D i so want to organise a bbq (: but i think that would be after the o's :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with my dad and his siblings. announced to them about my big sis's marriage. congratz congratz then came a bomb of questions from my aunties. oh well it's always like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3341738432017802395?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3341738432017802395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3341738432017802395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3341738432017802395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3341738432017802395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-was-bombbbbb-d-cross-country.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8226282918252234978</id><published>2010-07-22T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:26:01.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYFREAKINGGODDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i need to scream out loudddddd&lt;br /&gt;soooooooo scaryyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;screwed it up i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;so..firstly, i was late. worst thing ever. it was suppose to be at 3.45. then at 3.40 i was outsidethe school. shitty shit shit. the guy called me. twice. then when i met him, the first thing he said was, "pleasse do not be late for your interviews next time" omgggggg. half my life gone already. thank god he wasnt the interviewer. if not first impression..BYE BYE! so there was this 2 other guys. 1 from dunman sec and the other damai guy, he's from my tuition. wth. then the guy said all 3 interview together. my jaw almost drop. wa biang. so little intro first. lucky they never say ladies first. otherwise i die. so the dunman started first. he also super nervous xP can hear his voice shaking like mad. then he keep on clearing his throat. heh. then few more questions..the guys keep answering first!!!! tsk. then the damai's father is an accountant so whatever he said was like business, company, banking and all the cheem stuff. bleah. my mind keep flying off. bet he impressed them like mad. anyway the 2 guys talk so much!! leave nothing for me to say. pffftt. i cant possibly repeat what they say right. sigh sigh sigh. oh oh then they ask about current affairs!!! what the shit. when the guys were talking, i was like cracking my head. the damai guy said about the oil spill -_- then move on to global warming and ended off with "the earth will soon be unsuitable for us to live". almost roll eyes and laugh out loud. lol. then when it was my turn, the woman ask for examples of current affairs, i said NO -_= DEAD! and then my dad said current affairs was anything in the papers. WHATTHESHIT. could have said about the flood problem! sigh sigh sigh. thenthen they ask something like why we chose to apply or something. then the dunman guy said something like "oh cos i can start early and graduate earlier". HAHAHAHA seriously wanted to laugh. noticed the guy interviewer eyes..from o.o become O.O hahahahah. ok i'm being mean. that guy at the start of the interview still say "from the research i have done..." LOL. then after that ok liao. now, i'm gonna spend my weekend reading newspapers. wa biang can die. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8226282918252234978?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8226282918252234978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=8226282918252234978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8226282918252234978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8226282918252234978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohmyfreakinggodddddddd-i-need-to-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8226489552786380255</id><published>2010-07-21T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:55:11.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"since when did you care"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8226489552786380255?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2197048633497058180</id><published>2010-07-19T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:35:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE PHONE RANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING OUT FREAKING OUT!&lt;br /&gt;HYPERVENTILATINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;NOW I NEED TO PRAY EVERYTHING ELSE GOES WELL&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2197048633497058180?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2197048633497058180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-506893373522736743</id><published>2010-07-19T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:59:40.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pressing my phone every 5 minutes even though it didnt ring&lt;br /&gt;i want to ring so so so so so so badly D:&lt;br /&gt;quickkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;not many days left ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you know how hard it is not to love you&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' 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8935115005227832602</id><published>2010-07-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:58:06.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr ang is so lame. extremely lame. went around the bush, talked about world cup and his wife -.- just to talk about GOALS. wth waste so much time. he previously talked about he and his wife from jc to getting married. then to buying a flat. and the main point was paying for interest for the flat. talk so much just to teach interest. zzz. when 'discussing' about world cup, he said 'is goals important'. almost wanted to say no. the game's more important lol xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed eng oral ): lopes keep writing so many things on the paper! and i was busy peeping over. she yawned when i was talking. sigh. picture sucked. i didnt sound like i ended my sentence when i did cos there's always a long silence everytime i did. oh well. then convo was even worse cos i kept contradicting myself. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for napfa. ok la. could have gone much lower for sit and reach but my head hit the thingy liao -.- should have tried going under it. oh well. now left 2.4. that aim for c can le totally give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8935115005227832602?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8935115005227832602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2369547204167065547</id><published>2010-07-11T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T04:08:36.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and now i just need some luck :/&lt;br /&gt;praying hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2369547204167065547?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2369547204167065547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2369547204167065547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2369547204167065547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2369547204167065547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-now-i-just-need-some-luck-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3857554396699427301</id><published>2010-07-11T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T04:06:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so..the date is set. 101010. nice one. near O's. sigh. but just a few hours? she doesnt wanted something plain like having it in a restaurant. and underwater world was a little ambitious. it's going to be at the beach with 100 over couples apparently. just this event organised by dont know who. they'll arranged everything for you and you just pay cheap cheap. getting married also so lazy. tsk. i thought couples enjoyed it. or that's what tv says. and she might have a chance to get on newspaper -_- oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3857554396699427301?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3857554396699427301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3857554396699427301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3857554396699427301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3857554396699427301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2464413697089961482</id><published>2010-07-07T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:44:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna prove you wrong with my success&lt;br /&gt;i will make it happen&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;my motivation&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;what happen to myob and leaving?&lt;br /&gt;pffftt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2464413697089961482?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2464413697089961482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2464413697089961482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2464413697089961482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2464413697089961482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-day-im-gonna-prove-you-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-9096918555629061484</id><published>2010-07-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:07:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrt breakdown first thing in the morning -.- stupid. anw eclipse was great (: though they didnt include a lot little details that i loved. conversation parts.. and the more i look at jacob, the more i think he looks like... -_- retarded. and there was couple seats. haha no big deal but quite fun la xP and there's this horror movie the crazies coming out. looks nice. the sound effect..good! hah. did some catching up (: everything's so omg :/ yay! happaye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese o level oral tmr :/ nervous? idk. last chance already. distinction man :/ and i havent been readong any chinese. ugh. people always say last minute stuff dont work. but..it's better than nothong right? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean wtv it says literally&lt;br /&gt;it just means that i've let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-9096918555629061484?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-862462867260386169</id><published>2010-06-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:59:35.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so..5 hours of tuition drained all my energy. thank god mentos was there to keep me awake. sigh. hw's still not done :/&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for next year. no more boring subjects. i'll make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-862462867260386169?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/862462867260386169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>went running and my knees are dying ): seriously breaking. wanted to try 8km in the end only did 4km -.- hope my mum really bringing me see doc. seems like it's the same as my dad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's father's day and i didnt wish my dad :/ idk weird? and the only one that wished him was a petrol kiosk uncle. lol -.-&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;your definition of 'bitchy' is rather unique,&lt;br /&gt;bitch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1836647241111911008?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1836647241111911008/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2924329130423917772</id><published>2010-06-17T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:37:05.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally..to get on with my life. that is filled with hw -.- i prefer studying ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2924329130423917772?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2924329130423917772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2924329130423917772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2924329130423917772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2924329130423917772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3896019295800951667</id><published>2010-06-15T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:51:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only childs(du sheng zi) are desperate attention seekers&lt;br /&gt;big fat liars who just make people's life miserable pffftt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3896019295800951667?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3896019295800951667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3896019295800951667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3896019295800951667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3896019295800951667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-childs-are-desperate-attention.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-4730222804324856589</id><published>2010-06-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:43:06.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it fucking pisses me off when people touch my phone and not return it to me when it's bloody hell mine.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people slam the phone and knock the screen like it's a rock.&lt;br /&gt;and it's bloody annoying when people say my phone suck cos they freaking hell dont know how to use it -.-&lt;br /&gt;god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1988258366035568980</id><published>2010-06-14T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:15:37.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to fetch my 2nd sis this morning. she doesnt want to come back and so do i. she bought so little things for me. tsk. i'll spend a bomb if i go nyc. and then she's gonna start her hours of concert again. headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG my big sis is getting married. WTH. so fast!! and she wants the ROM to be at sentosa underwater world. think of the money. and i didnt get to see the part where he asked my dad for her hand. cos i went to yogga's party. !!! grrr so angry. it was funny apparently. cos when he asked my dad if he had any request(dowry), my dad didnt understand. and my mum had to do translation throughout the conversation. sigh sigh sigh. it's so weird. i cant imagine her being married. but the plus part is that i'm gonna take over her room (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my 9 year old cousin will be coming to stay for a few days. just hope he doesnt annoy me. he calls everyone BUB when he doesnt know what it means -.- and he used to throw pebbles at the mirror -.- sigh. if only i get money for babysitting xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1988258366035568980?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3431754091006453660</id><published>2010-06-08T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:31:23.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i'm not a mathematics or science genius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot give you theories or formulaes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot calculate the probability of falling out of love with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or differentiate to get the rate of how my heart expands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and shrinks with every thought of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot slove the complicated equation that makes up the relationship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between you and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cannot estimate the distance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from my heart to yours in three significant numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can only give you words, heart felt ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how i think your eyes are brighter than the stars above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your smile is pure unadulterated sunshine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i love you like the endless waterfalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the sun rises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the sky is blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rainbows only appears after the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can write you a love song of you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can list out 101 things about you that make me smile to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can talk about the history &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the first time i saw you all the way to right here, right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can give up the whole world for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the problem is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you want me to?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3431754091006453660?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3431754091006453660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3431754091006453660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3431754091006453660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3431754091006453660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-mathematics-or-science-genius-i.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6621442981171949243</id><published>2010-06-06T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:45:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0606 :D&lt;br /&gt;timing for 5km is so not improving.&lt;br /&gt;i need discipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6621442981171949243?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6621442981171949243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6621442981171949243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6621442981171949243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6621442981171949243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/06/0606-d-timing-for-5km-is-so-not.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-3723361759855854316</id><published>2010-06-05T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:47:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;mum was kinda pissed cos i went out the whole of this week :/ and i only tell her on the day itself when i planned it like way earlier. but there's nothing she can do. cos she only has 1 daughter left to accompany her. heh. oh well it's the holidayssssss (kind of). cant help it xP spend a hell lot. i'll control and start revising. and that's after i finish my homework -_- went airport with bao bei on friday. walk until i want to sleep. plus my school bag -.- swensens :D wanted to eat ice cream but not much money left. bought chocs!!! hippo was calling for me but no money liao. sigh. it's so nice. EC house!!! hahaha. the $10 cut hair shop. told bao bei i owned the shop. she didnt believe. said it again super seriously and she believed. E(ve)C(han) house. heh. started laughing then she realise -_- gong dai dai. sigh. talk to her can die. then bring her go sit slide. ha. the one that's 4 storey high and the speed's 6m/s. she like small kid xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-3723361759855854316?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/3723361759855854316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=3723361759855854316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3723361759855854316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/3723361759855854316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/06/mum-was-kinda-pissed-cos-i-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1547522689418189610</id><published>2010-06-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:56:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorted things out..&lt;br /&gt;and here's june (:&lt;br /&gt;things will great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-1547522689418189610?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/1547522689418189610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=1547522689418189610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1547522689418189610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/1547522689418189610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorted-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-1686415671023585982</id><published>2010-05-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:04:08.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and after 88 days..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper in 8 hours and i have not touched any chinese today :/ did maths the whole time. nuts. idk confidence boost? but it's still dumb. it's chinese tmr -.- really hope it's my time now.&lt;br /&gt;pray hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-4583956664135173805</id><published>2010-05-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:04:58.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tears stream down with every sound you make,&lt;br /&gt;every accusation you say,&lt;br /&gt;every single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;have been on a crying spree&lt;br /&gt;damn ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-4583956664135173805?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/4583956664135173805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-796992605904438360</id><published>2010-05-25T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:12:46.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why did you lie to me&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people lie&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;now i just cant shake it off my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-796992605904438360?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/796992605904438360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=796992605904438360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/796992605904438360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/796992605904438360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-did-you-lie-to-me-i-hate-it-when.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6660253464406843085</id><published>2010-05-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:16:55.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;have you ever loved and lost somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish there was a chance to say i'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i loved and lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day i let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;459&lt;br /&gt;though it wouldnt make a difference anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6660253464406843085?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6660253464406843085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6660253464406843085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6660253464406843085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6660253464406843085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever-loved-and-lost-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-114867146639677487</id><published>2010-05-23T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:55:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>在日常生活中，就算最要好的朋友也会摸查，我们也许会因此而分开。但每当夜阑人静时，我们望向星空，总会想起过去美好的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;友情就是如此，太亲近的关系会变得复杂，疏远了就会失去联系，不近不远则刚好能让我们感受到彼此的真诚与友谊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-114867146639677487?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/114867146639677487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=114867146639677487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/114867146639677487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/114867146639677487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6262812295886638115</id><published>2010-05-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:20:04.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now you see it,&lt;br /&gt;now you dont.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6262812295886638115?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6262812295886638115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6262812295886638115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6262812295886638115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6262812295886638115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-you-see-it-now-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-4497599132634966504</id><published>2010-05-21T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:51:52.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;to think i actually trusted you. should have known better. and what rubbish. "she thinks she knows a big secret and needs to tell someone". GAWD. assume, assume. pffftt. next time, i'll just keep every single thing to myself. or talk my soft toys. or maybe the wall would be good to. seriously, reflect on yourself. you cant blame me, you arent a very good example yourself. brainless assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-4497599132634966504?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/4497599132634966504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=4497599132634966504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4497599132634966504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/4497599132634966504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-hell-to-think-i-actually-trusted.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7502136848006186307</id><published>2010-05-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:13:17.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>results are finalised. b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. asking for loads of stuff from my mum. hope she keeps to her word. but, on the other hand, it's only mid years. who knows what might happen :/ so l1r5's 12!!! :D first time lah. has been 20 for the past year. l1r4's 9. omg if only it was O's -_- anyway i need to get my momentum back :/ lazying at home since the exams ended. feeling drained all the time when all i did at home was watch tv :/ argh&lt;br /&gt;and someone owes me something. AHEM! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7502136848006186307?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7502136848006186307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7502136848006186307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7502136848006186307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7502136848006186307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/results-are-finalised.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2225618539290552087</id><published>2010-05-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:02:39.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;everyone is a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but YOU especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pffftt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2225618539290552087?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2225618539290552087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2225618539290552087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2225618539290552087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2225618539290552087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/everyone-is-hypocrite.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-2544798190798897717</id><published>2010-05-12T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:42:50.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TTM and TMT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elearning's stupid. just go online and print some worksheets. spent the whole time playing. eng paper tomorrow :/ i'll be satisfied with a B. just not a 5. it'll kill my L1R4. my sis said she's gonna give me something if i get 3As for this mid years (: i said i think i can achieve that. cos..amath emath chi xP HAH. but again. i'm scared. very scared. i dont want to lose. no one likes to lose. damn it. especially to people like.... :/ then she changed it to 4As -_- which is impossible. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;chinese IR starts tomorrow. i can wait. i need exam conditions to do paper ones. otherwise i cant think of what to write. shit. and....I NEED MY A1 REAL BADDDDDD. i dont want to feel like i loser and take it the third time. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is forcing me to go to her school's co concert -.- cos i missed her sec sch one. what the shit. not like i know how to appreciate it. "gold with honours okayyyy". wtv not like it includes her batch. loser. and my parents are suppose to pay for the tickets -.- she should treat us or something. heh. wanted to find some stupid excuse. then she said "it's on 29may. &lt;em&gt;first day of the holidays&lt;/em&gt;". damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-2544798190798897717?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/2544798190798897717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=2544798190798897717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2544798190798897717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/2544798190798897717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/ttm-and-tmt.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-915416316848904284</id><published>2010-05-12T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:40:44.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;saw my rings today.&lt;br /&gt;thought of what eve said, and i just want to say that she's really observant&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; smart in the sense that she can analyse things she observe, extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;guess this is one of her talents.&lt;br /&gt;She picks out the smallest detail, so people, don't do anything 'wrong' in front of her man.. else, u'll be dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;haha nah, just kidding, she's not tad mean la. hee hee,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm really the one who's gonna be dead and gone, after she see this, that is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahaha HI JINGYI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-915416316848904284?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/915416316848904284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=915416316848904284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/915416316848904284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/915416316848904284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/saw-my-rings-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-8412750082012411041</id><published>2010-05-08T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:41:38.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY D!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-8412750082012411041?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/8412750082012411041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=8412750082012411041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8412750082012411041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/8412750082012411041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-d-3.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-6782613101280243136</id><published>2010-05-07T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:43:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY.STOMACH.IS.GOING.TO.EXPLODE.&lt;br /&gt;argh. fatty fats! oh well fat already fat somemore never mind- bel (:&lt;br /&gt;dad and his siblings monthly dinner. tagged along cos my dad's paying! the whole dinner keep talking/discussing/gossiping about my grand aunt's funeral -_- which i didnt go since i've never seen her before in my whole life. and this uncle that i dont really like sat beside me. half my appetite gone -.- zzz. it's super gross. shall complain to bra xP and she'll lose hers too! andand he drinks wine and beer as if they are water! bleah. anyway drank almost half a bottle of wine :/ which is like 500ml? not alot lor. and my dad so worried that i'll get drunk when he's the drunk one. slept in the car like a log while i went to be a maid and help my mum carry groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv time~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-6782613101280243136?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/6782613101280243136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=6782613101280243136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6782613101280243136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/6782613101280243136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/my.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058600815673916965.post-7579104203999502562</id><published>2010-05-02T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:32:04.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm desperate for you to be desperate&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058600815673916965-7579104203999502562?l=retardeddepression.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/feeds/7579104203999502562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058600815673916965&amp;postID=7579104203999502562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7579104203999502562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058600815673916965/posts/default/7579104203999502562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardeddepression.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-desperate-for-you-to-be-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>eve-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892024961503044942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
