<?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-6073843</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:15:55.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!! *aImEiLI* coSY PLACe !!</title><subtitle type='html'>LiFe thru these 21 years.... ^_*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>440</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-8723138876364122300</id><published>2008-11-07T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:13:44.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALrite, since I've been tagged and wanna take a break from work... here goes.. my answers are sincere oK...1)The person that tag/ pass me this is ?- Siwei2) The relationship between him &amp; her is ?- a friend that meet up occasionally yet still lots to talk about, someone whom i know will be there...3) Your five expression of her &amp; him is ?- sincere, gd listener, 'weird' sometimes, unique, 'one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8723138876364122300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8723138876364122300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8723138876364122300' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-6008637375973357548</id><published>2008-09-20T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:30:31.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time flies again... Just ended my exam today, paper was alrite but think could be better if  I had more time..Well, juz some update on my life... My career has ended with SGH, and now officially gonna be a National Heart Centre staff(am proud of it definitely), cuz it means better bonuses and of cuz don't have to SOS SGH...I'm into 1 year of studying my degree, there has been ups and downs, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6008637375973357548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6008637375973357548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6008637375973357548' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-7813704541248081778</id><published>2008-07-15T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:32:58.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dedicated to my dearest Ah-Ma:Ah ma, you may never read this entry anymore. Till Today, I still am touched that you still remember my name "Hui Ling". Seeing you on ur last days, makes my heart ache. You still worry about whether there's enough food on the table, whether we've all eaten, whether the little children will fight amongst themselves, whether they'll finish their meal... I'm thankful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/7813704541248081778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/7813704541248081778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7813704541248081778' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-6971195244965030644</id><published>2008-07-02T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:21:14.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I should be revising for an exam tmr, but my concentration level depleted. Been on course for certification for Microsoft Office Excel Expert, and yup, I've passed the exam and am certified offically. Ha, so you guys can hit me with excel questions, hopefully I can be of help. Glad that I'm given this opportunity to take this course, heard from my dad it costs like 700-800 bucks, but for me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6971195244965030644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6971195244965030644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6971195244965030644' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-8858424765199415546</id><published>2008-06-15T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:00:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT's BEEN a lOng Time...It's been a really long time ever since someone brought up the death of my mum.. Y did i have to pick up such a call.. Seriously, i dun need anymore information about what happened. I've decided to put it all aside and forgive, but i cant seem to forget. Really. I've been praying for more compassion to accept this fact, but still regret y i haven picked up the courage to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8858424765199415546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8858424765199415546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8858424765199415546' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-5746031110830069567</id><published>2008-05-27T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:56:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REFLECTIONSSometimes it's good to just stop all that u're busy with and slow your pace down to think about what you really want in life... Well, for me, it seems that I've worked non-stop between studies and work that I haven really got time to rest and think about my life...I've been praying, or maybe just not praying hard enuff... Yes, i know prayer works in many ways, not instantly, sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5746031110830069567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5746031110830069567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5746031110830069567' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-4789410002142895062</id><published>2008-05-22T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:37:05.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear sis, well, I'm sorry i can't tell u face to face, just dunno how to open my mouth to say it. Cuz I know it's gonna upset u too. but at least i choose to type it out here right... I know... I've been praying really... u know how the mind is strong, but the heart is weak. I juz dunno y dreams keep coming back, maybe it's me who find it hard to let go. I know deep down i tell myself, it's over,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4789410002142895062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4789410002142895062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4789410002142895062' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-945044832848472422</id><published>2008-05-20T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:47:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NIGHT CYCLINGNight cycling was good... As all of us get older, our physical stamina deteriorates too i guess... Now I believe my fellow mates are hurting in the butts n thighs.. lolx... Anw, good workout from east coast to changi to tamp den back to east coast.. Well, for those of u who haven tried the park connectors, well let's just say it's a neva-ending road ahead.. lolx... But it's pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/945044832848472422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/945044832848472422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#945044832848472422' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-5032332574439488947</id><published>2008-04-24T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:54:01.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man... I'm in love with this watch.. simple n sophisticated! haz.. wondering if i shd get it.. online...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5032332574439488947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5032332574439488947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5032332574439488947' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_fyfBpoBUHmo/SBCs07OAE0I/AAAAAAAAACU/idoc3_Nyu8c/s72-c/tailgate+watch(fossil).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-6683848414905343130</id><published>2008-04-23T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:27:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ant and the Contact Lens: a true storyBrenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens. 'Great', she thought. 'Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6683848414905343130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6683848414905343130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6683848414905343130' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-2611290160741867493</id><published>2008-03-03T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:52:31.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BINTANHeyah... Yup, just came back from Bintan few days ago. It was a great trip! I'm amazed by God's creation... =)Well, it was a relaxing trip, and i'm more tanned than before. Ha! guess it'll take awhile b4 i become "fair" again. the scenery there is breathtaking. The sea is so so much cleaner than back here. haz.. Will try to post pics up soon, cuz need to edit the pics, file size too big. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/2611290160741867493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/2611290160741867493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2611290160741867493' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-5514498703685437323</id><published>2008-02-17T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:28:35.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year and belated Valentines' to one and all..=)Well, it'been a while again. Well, I wouldn't say that I've spent my "holidays" well... Firstly, didnt meet up with ppl i wanna meet, guess all too lazy to organise gatherings. But I get to spent time with M.A.D, which is lovely, cuz school really took up most of my leisure time.Looking forward to Bintan trip following week, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5514498703685437323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5514498703685437323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5514498703685437323' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-2055724432538694897</id><published>2008-01-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:02:45.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Past memories are coming back...Past memories are coming back to me once again... what is trigggering this? i realli dunno. For that "person", if i dun ever walk out of it, anythin i do in future will remind me of you. (Jo, u are right bout this.) but it's hard, especially when things and ppl around me remind me of "you".Why is it so hard.... is it really cuz wrong timing? if it is, den if it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/2055724432538694897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/2055724432538694897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2055724432538694897' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-4915335658168099772</id><published>2007-11-25T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:10:54.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCHOOL STARTSYes, as the title suggests, my school has started... I'm still working though... this week had 4 days of school.... Let's juz sae everythin's going on fine... but I've been thinking... what m i doing studying more bout genetics.. sigh... when i wanna study chemistry. I guess the school's syllabus is lidat ba.Well, I've suffered from overexertion according to the doctor. I almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4915335658168099772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4915335658168099772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4915335658168099772' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-4862150172375705915</id><published>2007-11-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:58:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone...It's been a while since I've talked here ya. Well, these 2 weeks have been rough... drained physically and mentally... But after much thought, I shall now dwell on whatever problems I have anymore.Saturday's cell group was a gd sharing session.. It made me reflect how BIG our God is, and everything else seems small. Well, I've forgotten how to focus on God and then my problems will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4862150172375705915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4862150172375705915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4862150172375705915' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-5772627561733371967</id><published>2007-11-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:24:25.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How much then is enough?Why do i feel that the words of others are like targetting at me? Communication is both ways. Well, I gave myself chances to talk, but how many a times am I really taken seriously? Being quiet is what i often get from all around me, haven't I done enough? sometimes juz sitting down and listening to ppl, is that wrong?Not giving comments or not talking doesn't mean that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5772627561733371967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/5772627561733371967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5772627561733371967' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-4430161281692425982</id><published>2007-10-29T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:18:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on the verge of bursting out.. All those late nights out with that certain "someone". I can only imagine who that person is. I don't have the courage to tell you what I feel, don't have the courage to stop you from doing the things which seems all so wrong. Nothing can help me now... God, help me please. What's going on, I'm lost. I dunno how long i can keep it all inside... it's torturing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4430161281692425982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4430161281692425982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4430161281692425982' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-4464983338972676135</id><published>2007-10-06T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:36:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY DAD'S BACK FROM JAPAN!Well... I've been home alone for the past week since last friday.. Dad's finally home from business trip. But it seems he went for holiday. I'm still in shocked of what he bought home... and it's not all the stuff YET... still got some makan stuff with his boss.. oh man... dad realli did some serious "pocket bleeding" haz.. other than the 3 shirts he bought himself.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4464983338972676135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/4464983338972676135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4464983338972676135' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_fyfBpoBUHmo/RwbgjvX1BAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M_JqlTceCeg/s72-c/CIMG0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-1038779277899201642</id><published>2007-09-27T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:37:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ACCIDENT!yes.. as the title says it. Eventful night yesterday. Wished that it didn't happen, but it did. Sigh.. Was driving home from school last night at the CTE, trying to change lane on the left going to the right, put my signal... cut slightly in, but apparently the car at the back didnt slow down... felt a bump. To think i still worried whether ppl's car got damaged. I didnt' even think bout</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/1038779277899201642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/1038779277899201642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1038779277899201642' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-3295149842798659235</id><published>2007-09-26T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:48:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day out at siloso beach . Finally a day to R n R. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/3295149842798659235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/3295149842798659235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3295149842798659235' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_fyfBpoBUHmo/RvmrDPX1A8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/eg6rzyRfoc8/s72-c/CIMG0285edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-8805769477275886268</id><published>2007-09-21T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:14:56.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey ppl, let me share my joy with you...I FINALLY got my own car.. heee. well, let's juz sae it's not totally my own car cuz it's not under my name. but still it's gonna be parked at my place n i'm gonna drive it everywhere.. hee.. in case u r wondering what car it is. wait a lil' longer when i get some pictures of it.. =)this means less shopping, less luxury food, less unnesscesary spending, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8805769477275886268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8805769477275886268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8805769477275886268' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-8931124847647612717</id><published>2007-09-18T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:47:41.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been reading this book "Vanishing Acts" by Jodi Picoult. Rather good book i muz say. Author describes every single character in detail, the way she writes the opinion of the characters carefully, simply amazes me. It's been long since I've read a book, but this story of a father and daughter relationship, that of a mother and daughter too, is heartwarming to read. Kinda thrilling yet touches and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8931124847647612717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/8931124847647612717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8931124847647612717' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-3220328839570351569</id><published>2007-09-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:52:56.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, so much for the "wanting to update" my blog plan. haz.. It's been a week le..Let's see, nothing much interesting happened except for the fact that I finally got a taste of "jamming".Went jamming with M.A.D youth. the place, least than expected, sound system... hmm alrite. But i guess, we did enjoy ourselves a lil' bit despite the many hiccups. haz. realli hope one day will be achieve that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/3220328839570351569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/3220328839570351569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3220328839570351569' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-6039928162916766761</id><published>2007-08-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:38:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey Peeps...Let me see.. It's been more than a year since I've blogged. .Wonder if ppl still frequent blogs these days. These kinda stuff alwaes a craze for a lil' while, after some time, they seem to diminish.. haz. Anw, dunno y, juz felt like blogging once again. I guess cuz I need to pen down my thoughts man.. if not I'll go crazy some day.updates: Well, past year working at SGH as a pharmacy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6039928162916766761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/6039928162916766761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6039928162916766761' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_fyfBpoBUHmo/RtLho_O5wVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqFVtTV_7ag/s72-c/CIMG0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-115116500842903607</id><published>2006-06-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:03:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY 20th BIrthday..Hey peeps.. been busy everyday at work.. Too tired after i come home.. so sorry.Jus wanted to sae thanks to all for coming.. I was realli surprised!! =)Thanks to my caregroup AB 1/2/3- 2(ha).Thanks to my ASC club mates..Thanks to my FVC members...Thanks to my PRSS frenx..Realli happie and appreciate all of u for coming.. I felt so super happie.. (suddenly my vocab not veri gd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/115116500842903607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/115116500842903607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115116500842903607' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-115051123294351906</id><published>2006-06-17T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:27:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back again.In a dilemma rite now.. Applied for australian universities. Got replies.. didn't get my first choice, Monash. DIdn't get New south wales either. Got into University of Tasmania, Bachelor of Pharmacy, which is my 2nd choice... The thing is I'm not all too happy bout it. Cuz I applied w/o my dad's consent.. n now i dunno how to tell him i got it. Sigh..I need to talk to dad, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/115051123294351906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/115051123294351906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115051123294351906' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114994711005785324</id><published>2006-06-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:51:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poor Kevin kenna "molested". haz.. hey nvm.. u'll be the first to come out of NS.. lolx.. then, u can luff at thEm liaox.. =PMe and deAr siStA.. =)the Big, medium and Small .. =) jie mei dang.. That's bout sum up at graduation day.. didn't take much photos either. Congrats my fellow AS-ciAnz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114994711005785324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114994711005785324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114994711005785324' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114994659079614994</id><published>2006-06-10T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:52:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OFICIALLY GraduatedLong Time since I've blogged.. officially graduated as of 09 june 2006, Diploma in Biomedical Science (pharmaceutical Science). Sense of relief I've completed these 3 years in poly, but kinda missed the gd ol' days in lectures and tutorials. Humans just can't be satisfied enough can they? Sigh.. oh Well, here are some pics taken on this auspicious day, ( how else can u put it?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114994659079614994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114994659079614994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114994659079614994' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114761421937422209</id><published>2006-05-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:43:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a LooOOoOOONg Time..hAz.. my 2 weeks became 2 months after the gentle reminder courtesy of Shee Wee.. hee ..HmMmz.. finally can stop rotating to the different departments and stay put back at heart centre. Well, not what i realli want, but i guess cant complain much. really dreading work everyday but it's a gd thing my colleagues are nice ppl and got pre-reg to accompany me. at least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114761421937422209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114761421937422209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114761421937422209' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114416317935571714</id><published>2006-04-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:06:22.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 weeks at work is gone.. It's realli energy-draining.. finally tml on leave.. but will be going to school camp. well, at least I'll have fun n no need to woRk..Expectations of pharmacy department has changed.. it seems like last timE more slack.. now it's like implement so many new things n training for us to go thru.. in a wae, it's gd larz.. at least we learn as we go.. in another wae, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114416317935571714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114416317935571714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114416317935571714' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114338399082350567</id><published>2006-03-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:39:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after ONE WEEK of work...finally got timE to update. haz... or rather the whole week i come home.. bath.. wATch a lil TV.. den *flOp* onto my bed.. den within less that 5 min, I'm a goner.. haz..Work has been tiring.. But colleagues are friendly pPle.. though new environment.. but would sae i kinda settled in le.. =) now can joke around with them.. yuPx.. nice boss too.. probably cuz I'm the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114338399082350567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114338399082350567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114338399082350567' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114278410699309985</id><published>2006-03-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:01:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORK STARTS!todae last day of my slacker daeZ.. starting woRk tml.. oh manz, hope I'll adjust to it quickly, esp the sleeping hours thingy.. hahAz.. well, on the brighter side, I won't be as broke anymore.. =) juZ in case u're thinking of getting a treat from mi, no chance, haz. cuz will be saving up almost half my pay for my studies i guess.. hahaZ.. JuZ kidding larz.. See my mood also.. =poh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114278410699309985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114278410699309985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114278410699309985' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114209327058281481</id><published>2006-03-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:07:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I GRADUATED!Yups..  results are out and I pAssed SIP and MP yarhz..hMmz.. can sae betta than i expected larz.. oK, at least I'm SATISFIED but not too happie bout it bAz.. haz.Had dinner n dance yesterday with Applied Science School.. It wAs gr8.. =) heex.. gd food, entertainment and of cuz company of frenz made it memorable n fun! Everyone was all dressed up and sHO pRetty.. heex.. dunno when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114209327058281481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114209327058281481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114209327058281481' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114157267119615276</id><published>2006-03-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:31:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* AT the CROSSROADS*Here i am, considered graduate from TP i guess (if nth happens to my results that is). Got a job back at my attachment place, but sort of confused when i shd start work.. Sigh.. Dun feel like starting so early, cuz i know there'll be the agony of tiring n routine work everyday.. This Time worse, cuz it's gonna be a 5.5 day work. siGh.. On the other hand, if i start late, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114157267119615276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114157267119615276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114157267119615276' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114087805919476168</id><published>2006-02-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:34:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey ppl...I guessed I just died and became alive again. well, sort of. After what has happened, nth else seem to big a problem for mi anymore. I'm fine at the moment, thanks for all the cares and concerns. Wouldn't be much of a problem if I remain in the state i am now.Thank u sis for being there for mi all this while, I now i scared u, but it realli made mi realise how impt both of us are to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114087805919476168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114087805919476168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114087805919476168' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-114044743543003355</id><published>2006-02-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:57:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've updated.Many Things happened so far...Finally done with major project. Hoping for a satisfactory result. Not really in hope that I'll get gd grades this time. But I'm glad that I've finished my last lap in TP. Sorta graduated though w/o tt piece of paper. -_-Got a job already at SGH pharmacy... If all goes well, will be starting work in mid march, but hopefully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114044743543003355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/114044743543003355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114044743543003355' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113902933631704107</id><published>2006-02-04T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:02:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I GIVE UP.How many timEs over muz this keep happening...everyone has limits too. U can think I'm being petty. But that's what u get when u care bout a person so much. And nothing seems to work. So what's the best way out, is to give up. Yes, run away. run away from everythin. won't it all be such a better world. To escape from it all .  Stubborness + stubborness equals a volcano erupting and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113902933631704107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113902933631704107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113902933631704107' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113859032399376524</id><published>2006-01-30T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:05:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i wore on first day of CNY. =)couldnt take the heels.. enjoy the rest of CNY ppl..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113859032399376524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113859032399376524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113859032399376524' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113759916306301309</id><published>2006-01-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:46:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm physically and mentally tired.I guess the phone interview didnt' turn out too well, it got mi thinking even more bout my MP.. thinking there are loopholes. I'm not even 3/4 done with my MP.. still struggling to complete some of it by the end of this week, which is impt for mi to continue the rest of everything..MP really draining most of us out. The reason for sleepless nites and late nites </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113759916306301309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113759916306301309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113759916306301309' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113734445047657464</id><published>2006-01-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:00:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's all happening over again. soMEtimEs i juZ aRgh!!nVm.. guEss my tolerance level is veri high. It has no limits.. yarh no limits. yarh rite.nO woRds leFt to say.. so be it, so be it. I can't help someone hu can't help themselves.I'm upset, no.. angry, no.. fed up.. no.. perhaps all the above. or maybe noTx.. I duNnoz..*I wanna go to the top of a moutain*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113734445047657464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113734445047657464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113734445047657464' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113716398771812210</id><published>2006-01-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:53:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i agree with wEe on how blog sEems to be a place to vent out whateva feelings we have.I'm worried.. why are these things happening in my life now. She seemed to be insignificant as i grow older. but when i juz received the call, I can sae I'm really stunned. I dunNo.. aS i typE this entry, I'm tearing.. it's a feeling of unfilial piety.. a feeling of sadness.. i feeling of regret.. a feeling of i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113716398771812210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113716398771812210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113716398771812210' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113612092634872525</id><published>2006-01-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:09:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELCOME 2006!!well.. Let's sEe.. at this point of timE most ppl will be blogging about their resolutions for the new year.. hMmz.. let's juz sae, I've haven realli sit n tot thru mine yet. Or rather I don't have a habit of setting resolutions for myself, cuz I seldom lOok back at what i set. ha! hMmz.. so i guess I shall not bore u ppl with resolutions in this entry.   2005 has been a year of ups</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113612092634872525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113612092634872525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113612092634872525' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113557696804951075</id><published>2005-12-26T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:02:48.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Me and the bDAe gal... Behind the scenes..Oreo Cheese cAke Cake.. made by von n jan (my assistant chefs.. ) lOlx.. The bdae gAl.. xing fu de xiao rong.. =) Group pic.. at the "ktv" room.. yvonne and pOOh. loLX.. it's miNE!! haz..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113557696804951075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113557696804951075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113557696804951075' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113466850639528191</id><published>2005-12-16T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:41:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why why why...i still wanna know the answer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113466850639528191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113466850639528191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113466850639528191' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113466322505334463</id><published>2005-12-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:13:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the bdae boi.. with the bdae hat?!?! lolx.. LIke this pic.. lOOk on the right of the pic.. the words.. haz.. it was realli coincidental..Me and the Bdae boi (fadhli). haz.. so qiao, both wearing brown. =) Had a gr8 time todae.. i realli did.. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113466322505334463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113466322505334463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113466322505334463' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113449108174692836</id><published>2005-12-14T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:24:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well.. wanted to blog.. but dunno what 2 blog in the end.. here i am, sitting in front of the comp slacking.. When i'm supposed to do my MP.. and study my advanced theory test tml. oh manz, i hope I'll pass it this time.. =xhMmz, i guess and Hope everyone's REALLY feeling betta. and i mean REALLY. for me, I kinda moved on.. kinda beginning to accept the fact. kinda trying to control myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113449108174692836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113449108174692836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113449108174692836' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113423816821925114</id><published>2005-12-11T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:09:28.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know it hurts. u got to face it. or rather it's already become a fact. I'm sorry but I'm this crude for now.. dunno whether to emphathise or to be angry. Sometimes i wonder where i got tt much energy for the past 3 months. listening to u at first was alRite.. as daes gone by.. no matter what i sae turns a deaf ear to u.. nth gets in. u turn to ur old waes. I'm juz being true to u.. but it's gd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113423816821925114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113423816821925114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113423816821925114' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113423744984480330</id><published>2005-12-11T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:57:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Apparently there was a cockroach or somethIng. Look at sAlly's xpression. lolSThe gals..in the middle of the road.  group piC..The bdae gal.. all Smiles..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113423744984480330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113423744984480330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113423744984480330' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113379275521723269</id><published>2005-12-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:25:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh GR8.. what is happening to mi.. or to the ppl in my life..was realli quiet at work today, though everyone was like so happie.. dunno over what. All that chitty-chattering made mi a lil annoying. juz wanted to get out of the pharmacy. Almost broke down todae. crap. Guess too affected by what happened last nITe.mY grandmother hospitalised. ( mother's mum). what now.. one with cancer, now this ah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113379275521723269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113379275521723269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113379275521723269' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113370206202794475</id><published>2005-12-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:14:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm FuminG!! throw mi into an ice bath, i dont even think that will work..To think i actualli bothered to come home to have dinner with u.. and this is what i get.. Go ahead.. Come home throw dinner to mi.. den ask mi to eat, den u urself went down again to help the malay stall uncle. What S***!I refuse to talk to u. Go away.*I'm angry. I'm pissed. I'm upset. I'm.. ARGh!!*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113370206202794475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113370206202794475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113370206202794475' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113358572132440795</id><published>2005-12-03T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:55:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i Love this piC.. taken at our first campus discussion.. I realli miss my gals!. hex.. mi n jan like promoting somE kinda drink.. hahAz.. and arhz.. Y I TAKE PIC MY LEG POST ALWAES SO UGLY?!?! lolx.. hee.. enjoy the pic ba pplE.. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113358572132440795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113358572132440795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113358572132440795' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113354517766066081</id><published>2005-12-03T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:39:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back...Dinner with u and chat for bout 3 hours was gr8. It's hard to find a fren like u i guess. Hope we'll keep it this way. I know there are certain things that u wun tell mi or afraid to tell mi noW.. but hmmz.. guess it'll take some Time b4 we realli open up again. haz. oh Well, cant thank u enuff for being such a fren. (ok, i"m beginning to get loh so le.. ) may i remain the small ger ger ok</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113354517766066081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113354517766066081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113354517766066081' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113327963118038105</id><published>2005-11-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:53:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THis past week has been a lil weird but betta so far...hmmz.. I said I'm on the road to recovery. I'm movin' on. Glad u are too. hOpefully we can be back to the gd ol' chatty daes again. I miss it. =) THings at SIP are getting bEtta as days go by.. but it would mean I'll miss it even more.. oh manz.. hMmz.. PPl are nice to me, I'm nice to ppl of cuz too larz.. (going to make cheese cake for them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113327963118038105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113327963118038105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113327963118038105' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113302698772532632</id><published>2005-11-27T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:43:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm worried. I'm guilty. I'm confused.Stop telling mi things that i don't like to hear. TEll mi things that i wanna know.. things that u're going thru.I'm sorry for cooping myself up in the room every niTe.. soRrie for not having to be able to talk nicely with u.. soRrie for not treating u like a dad.. treating u like ATM machine lidat.. I dunno what to do.. I don't wanna lose u dad.. pls assure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113302698772532632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113302698772532632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302698772532632' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113302198055093636</id><published>2005-11-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:19:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spending time alone...It's a saturday.I'm home.Tt's not my usual schedule baz.. feeling so restless and tired throughout the week.. m i falling sick.. haz.. i dunno.. cleared some work todae.. and i do mean SOME.. (actualli onli one assignment). haz. nvm.. den watched a lil TV, read magazine.. laze around..Got so bored decided to go rollerblading.. though im aching like mad.. haz. nvm.. juz an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113302198055093636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113302198055093636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302198055093636' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113284384676704737</id><published>2005-11-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:50:46.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Move on..Hey ppl... it's been a while. hMmz.. Thanks 4 all ur concerns. I guess I'm recovering pretty well now. TRust mi. =)Sista: thanks 2 being there for mi.. I'm not angry.. Dun worrie. Juz glad that U've been honest with mi.To u know hu: Well... I guess we've been thru awkward times. well like what u've said. Let's move on and start anew again. This friday yarhz.. =) niwaes, it's still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113284384676704737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113284384676704737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113284384676704737' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113232663947087445</id><published>2005-11-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:10:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feelin' like what the song says now..I can make it thru the rain,I can stand up once again,On my own, and i know, that I'm strong enuff.And everytime i feel afraid,I hold on tight onto my faith,and i live one more day,and i make it thru the rain.I gotta move on.. Still recovering...I hope, we can still be frenz after I'm done getting over it.. Thank you for treating mi so well.. appreciate it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113232663947087445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113232663947087445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113232663947087445' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113198459991645835</id><published>2005-11-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:09:59.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't go on like this anymore.Many sleepless niTEs. Crying. I don't wish to rake up the past once again. But, the problem is YOU. I guess u're aware of my feelings already, guessed u had ur timEs of mixed feelings. Guess u haven realised all this while, I haven been able to TOTALLY 4get bout everythin'. Haven been able to 4get the Times talking to u, timEs Dining with u, tImes slACking with u </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113198459991645835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113198459991645835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198459991645835' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113164214095227878</id><published>2005-11-11T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:02:20.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we're emotional creatures.. letting our hearts rule over our mind.. willpower may be 100%, but ultimately emotionally close to 0% or shd i sae negative.We're gals alriTe..- m i balanced? m i not? I dunCh noE.. guEss we all need Time.. -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113164214095227878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113164214095227878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113164214095227878' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113146358029299365</id><published>2005-11-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:26:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enjoyed talking to U once again...Talking bout everything, I'm glad that we can actualli tell each other most of the stuff...hmmz.. the comfort something i enjoy, something I'll alwaes look forward to..Perhaps juz like the chinese saying.. "you yuan wu fen" bAz.. nevertheless, i wish u all the bez for u and "her". Hope u're waiting will pay off...* feel comfortable with u.. =)*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113146358029299365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113146358029299365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146358029299365' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-113051846030885557</id><published>2005-10-29T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:54:20.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>updates...I'm lost on my MP.. Gotta change title again. Long story.. proposal's due in a week.. campus discussion in 2 weeks. N I'm stuck. what I gonNA do? -engine needs oil-ing.. help-i'm sorrie to sae this.. but i tot i felt betta. maybe i was deceiving myself. To YOU reading this, hope u're not too affected. I don't think u'll be, but u've handled it well i gotta sae.. i'm learning to accept. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113051846030885557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/113051846030885557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113051846030885557' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112991306314105686</id><published>2005-10-22T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:44:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to YOU: felt so much betta after being frank. Was actually surprised by ur answer. =) but it's what i wanna hear too.. hEe.. hMmz.. had a realli gd chat with u last niTe . Do hopE we'll continue to be frank n sincere to each other. =) like i said, if this we can go thru it.. what else we can't talk about? hAhaz.. oh Well, really glad to have u as a friend.. a true one.. ^_^pEepZ.. sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112991306314105686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112991306314105686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112991306314105686' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112972903443308972</id><published>2005-10-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:39:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone has his/her own small little world in their heart... it's alright to be timid and afraid sometimes. Do things that will make u feel betta.. ----- I'm still trying to understand this.. I guess i still haven got things sorted out. if only things did not happen or turn out this way.. Wish i could pour out my heart asap too... But i can't, or rather it's hard. - I'll rather hurt myself. -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112972903443308972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112972903443308972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112972903443308972' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112948100389924841</id><published>2005-10-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:43:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEekends are coming to an end.. FAST.Here's how i spent my weekend.Sat: farewell party for Mr Humphrey Ko. Will certainly miss Him!Sun: Ying You's bdae celebration.. HOpe u enjoyed it gal.. nice cafe to hang out too.. hhEx.. time flies when we're together.. =) tk care k.. See ya soon...Well, that's bout it.. just finished rushing my proposal.. apparently i guess I'm the onli one hu haven handed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112948100389924841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112948100389924841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112948100389924841' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112922558881254585</id><published>2005-10-14T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:46:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shd be aslp by now.. but i cant..Been trying real hard to wake u up.. ( u know hu u are). Sometimes things dun alwaes go ur way.. I won't sae it's God-planned.. Cuz we are given choices. All these I've said to u.. But whether u chose to listen it's ultimately your decision once again. Certain things u might not understand at the moment, u don't get answers.. but all i can sae is that have faith</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112922558881254585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112922558881254585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112922558881254585' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112874473117182689</id><published>2005-10-08T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:12:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Backbeen M.I.A for bout almost a month now.. Many have asked Y I haven been blogging.. Well, mostly is cuz of SIP.. 3 weeks gone.. so fast and yet still left so long to go.. (17 more weeks). HmmZ.. mostly, cuz I've got nth much to sae and dunno what 2 sae..Well, hu wanna know bout my workplace.. It's juz a Pharmacy anw.. what's so interesting bout pharmacies.. hAz. i would sae, nth. Except </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112874473117182689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112874473117182689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112874473117182689' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112688815840835639</id><published>2005-09-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:39:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all that have came into my poly life:Well, ppl as promised, here’s a little msg for u guys. Pardon me if I’ve missed u out, cuz too many ppl have crossed my path. Nevertheless, let mi know if I missed u out.. =) hMmz.. juz look for ur name yarh.. if not it’s gonna be a super long entry. loLx..ASC studies Club: A club full of precious memories that will leave a deep mark in my poly life. Gone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112688815840835639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112688815840835639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688815840835639' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112670988742708419</id><published>2005-09-14T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:58:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need a full-body massage.. or at least anione sponsor mi the OSIM massage chair.. lOlx..my butt's aching, shoulders aching, knees aching.. I'm growing old.. no lar, went nite cycling with ASc club members (ex and present). Had fun.. cycled from tam to eastcoast to serangoon (had prata there) den back to east coast.. den slacked at bedok jetty, before returning back to tam. lolx.. my butt now is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112670988742708419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112670988742708419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112670988742708419' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112653940641487670</id><published>2005-09-12T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:36:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>result: I failed.Sigh.. not my day. hAz.Tml's the verdict for SIP: crossin my fingers.. hOpe tml will change for the beTta..*luffin' over it*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112653940641487670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112653940641487670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653940641487670' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112644689778540253</id><published>2005-09-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:54:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>advanced theory tml.. wish me luck mAnz ppl.. hA! not really prepared for it...Nite cycling in two days time.. can't wait for it..financial status: $22.. lolX.. to last till thurs.. hu hu so kind to donate money to me.. hA!! jk...* chillin'*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112644689778540253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112644689778540253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644689778540253' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112636528962967286</id><published>2005-09-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:14:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEnt to catch a movie with my Dad today.YUps, ur eyes not playing tricks with u..Ya, i watched with my DAD .."san ge hao ren" (one more chance)Hmmz.. quite gd show, meaningful for those ex-cons i guess,well i cried during the show.. But kinda dissapointed with the ending though..nevertheless.. give it 4 punches! outta 5. =)hMmz.. this blogskin makes mi feel cheery and hope it'll stay this way..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112636528962967286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112636528962967286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112636528962967286' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112601940932414709</id><published>2005-09-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:10:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oRh.. so SweeT.. loLx.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601940932414709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601940932414709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601940932414709' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112601938324740356</id><published>2005-09-06T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:09:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bubbly fun n crazy!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601938324740356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601938324740356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601938324740356' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112601936676516738</id><published>2005-09-06T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:09:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalAlla.. sinG a soNg..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601936676516738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601936676516738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601936676516738' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112601934999266706</id><published>2005-09-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:09:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DPP Rox.. our last paper! hAz..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601934999266706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601934999266706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601934999266706' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112601933537335223</id><published>2005-09-06T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:08:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hanging there. sorrie it's not veri clear. hAz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601933537335223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601933537335223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601933537335223' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112601930049821106</id><published>2005-09-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:08:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spastic! loLX..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601930049821106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112601930049821106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601930049821106' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112593661249139820</id><published>2005-09-06T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:10:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shd be muggin for my DPP paper tml.. but.. looking at the stack of notes really bores me.. haz.. lET's hope what i study will be in.. tml paper betta be gd and not crap.HMmz.. guEss what pEepZ, i did somethin to my hair.. dunno is it gd or bad thing.. juz feel i look so different noW. hAz.. no comments..After-exam is all lined up with activities that gonna burn a big hole in my pocket till it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112593661249139820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112593661249139820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593661249139820' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112575583414277624</id><published>2005-09-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:57:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i Guess my entry yesterday was a lil' harsh and onli few would understand. =)Niwaes, been doing alot of thinking the past few days..Sorted out my thoughts already.Don't worry ppl i know what to do..I know what's best for me.Right now, I'm blessed with wonderful frens and sista.. =)*one more paper to go!*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112575583414277624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112575583414277624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112575583414277624' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112558929726868723</id><published>2005-09-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:41:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's time to move on...reminiscing the past,I feel it's not worth it,not worth troubling over it,not worth givin it a thought,Move on.Time might heal,maybe somewhere someday,there might be juz another out dere'and I'm so sorry to say,u've juz missed out a gd chance.*Movin' on*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112558929726868723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112558929726868723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112558929726868723' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112550123740130981</id><published>2005-08-31T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:15:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jus took this test.. it's so true .. totally reflects how i feel riTe noW..You want to be regarded as an exiting and interesting personality able to persuade others to comply with your beliefs and ideas. You are charming and able to influence other people who come into your sphere of influence. You like mental stimulation and you are the sort of person who is prepared to 'try anything once'. Your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112550123740130981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112550123740130981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112550123740130981' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112540902415832193</id><published>2005-08-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:37:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here i Am again. I'm like so dead.. PMT paper was easy according to most ppl, yet I dun see that it is easy.. Probably cuz i can't concentrate. I did study many times over.Enuff of exams.. Sometimes I've been wondering what I actually accomplished all my life and whether it'll be useful to my future. sounds matured? nah, juz some serious reflections that I've been doing for the past few weeks. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112540902415832193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112540902415832193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112540902415832193' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112533154714466264</id><published>2005-08-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:05:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I kinDa got my answer...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112533154714466264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112533154714466264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112533154714466264' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112532299711177185</id><published>2005-08-29T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:43:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok ok i know, i shdn't be bloggin now... oh, i shdn't be online in the first place..one down FOUR MORE to go.. Sigh.. I'm losing my energy soon.. can sense it.. suppose to be studying now for tml's paper, but I'm slacking away again.. I know I'm not prepared for tml's paper.. buT then again, the notes make mi sick.. the subject make mi sick.. ! (maybe cuz of the Mr C*.. ok shall not mention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112532299711177185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112532299711177185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112532299711177185' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112499070334136733</id><published>2005-08-26T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:25:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tml's the official last day of lessons.. as in no more lectures liAoz.. kinda upset larz..Really enjoyed my sem this year.. got to know alot of ppl betta.. their crappiness, lameness and crazyness have made my sem seem not so taxing after all.. Gonna miss them during my SIP manz.. oh well, this is what i have to sae now.. till I'm more free, i promise, I'll dedicate personal msgs to u ppl.. till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112499070334136733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112499070334136733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112499070334136733' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112447002048301537</id><published>2005-08-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:47:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tiring week..Received CCA award today.. =) probably the last time i'm gonna receive an award in poly.Took lotsa piCs.. will be uploading them to a website.. after that, let u ppl know the web k..(sOmeonE 4got to tk with mi sia.. loLX.. )WEnt for Sub-comm interview. I'll be contented with what decision u ppl make yarh.. =) Don't dwell on it.. we'll still alwaes be freNz.. i understand...- I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112447002048301537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112447002048301537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112447002048301537' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112386653444930382</id><published>2005-08-13T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:08:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reminiscing the past...Back from AGM.. probably the last time I'm gonna speak in front of the school. HmmZ.. gave my finance report.. but stammer on lotsa figures n words ha.JOanne mei: I'm really proud that u have the courage to come so far, u've really showed mi wat's it like to sacrifice and showed ur sincerity towards the club and ur perseverance has led u where u are today. Happy to see that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112386653444930382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112386653444930382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112386653444930382' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112238784235497594</id><published>2005-07-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:24:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tired... lack of sleep... neva-ending work.. I want all this to end soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112238784235497594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112238784235497594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112238784235497594' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-112070734118770276</id><published>2005-07-07T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:35:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Alive...Hey peeps, juz had this sudden urge of blogging after reading my frenz blogs.. (all keep updating.. cannot stand). lolx..Term tests coming to an end. Thank God.. I guess all my papers were alrite except for GMP. Those PS n PT ppl will empathise with mi manz. =D Felt really bad after the paper, left the room early, checked my paper once only, cuz no point checking when I dun even noe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112070734118770276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/112070734118770276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112070734118770276' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111902318177162531</id><published>2005-06-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:46:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANK U M.A.D!!!in case u ppl dunch noe, M.A.D is the name of my youth cell group. Stands for making a difference... today u dearies really surprised me manz..juz when i tot tml den u ppl will celebrate at church.. but den... today after cell group! off went the lights and out came the cake thru the door... so sweet.. i was really shocked till i dunno how to blow the candle.. really thank u ! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111902318177162531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111902318177162531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902318177162531' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111815435719938831</id><published>2005-06-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:25:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could all this happiness be a pretence?*i wonder...*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111815435719938831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111815435719938831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111815435719938831' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111781881611269664</id><published>2005-06-04T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:15:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final verdict: didn't run for main comm.Been struggling all this while,can't seem to let it go,It all happened too quickly.Time seemed to passwith a blink of the eye.I bit my farewell,say my last goodbye,to each of you I'll miss.Joanne, the ever so fun-loving president,small yet mighty she can be.Roy, the ever so big n strong guy,offering all your services and muscles.Peiling, the ever so calm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111781881611269664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111781881611269664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781881611269664' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111772203048614803</id><published>2005-06-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:20:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been ages since I've blogged... PPl, miss my ramblings? haz.. I doubt so.2nd week of school and it's already freakin' busy le. all the projects, assignments and PBL is killing me. But thankfully, I've got gd buddies at school to keep me hyped up. Or shd I say I've been acting crazy in school.. Dunno y, Jumping n screaming n panicking about. wAt's wrong with me. i Dunch nOe.Gotta write this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111772203048614803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111772203048614803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772203048614803' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111669523060415643</id><published>2005-05-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:07:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week zero is finally over... feel relieved yet sad....RElieved cuz I have lesser responsibilities now... Being the first time as organiser, I can sae that i really learnt alot of things... But one thing i know, I'm too emotional i guess... (shee WEee u are rite, i muz learn to control n delegate jobs to ppl... ) That's my weakness i guess...Sadness fills me as this is the last time I'm gonna see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111669523060415643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111669523060415643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111669523060415643' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111634244725201946</id><published>2005-05-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:07:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much for the friendships....*hurt &amp; upset. Is it my fault?*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111634244725201946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111634244725201946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634244725201946' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111617574513934319</id><published>2005-05-16T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T00:49:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got myself a hair cut. (hair cut gone wrong?!) siGh....They're back from thailand. =). Stories coming up, are they wat i really wanna hear? ..........week zero's coming up. busy busy busy. ciaoz pple.*praying haRd that I wun fall ill... *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111617574513934319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111617574513934319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111617574513934319' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111573684606132138</id><published>2005-05-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:54:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally....The filming for the introduction to week zero is finished! All thanks to my LT heads and prog comm. Gd joB ppl!~! though we spent time planning for it, took the whole dae todae to shoot it... but it was all worthwhile. Comedy there was. Laughter filled the room. I guess everyone had their own fair share of foolishness... heeex... own share of Fun. Hope everyone did have a good time.. =</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111573684606132138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111573684606132138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111573684606132138' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111513690865595806</id><published>2005-05-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:15:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had meeting today to discuss the skit for week zero orientation.. It's gonna be a mini production by our very own studies club! haz... those reading, be in for a surprise... hahaz.. Hmmmz.. kinda glad those hu went down today actually came up with some gr8 ideas... and we actually carried it out... now all that's left if the fliming to do .. i hope all these works out fine... i really hope so....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111513690865595806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111513690865595806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513690865595806' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111504515565507583</id><published>2005-05-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:45:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>made a pact with my dearest couzzie Esther. She Shared wat's wrong with her.. and i shared mine too... it's gonna be this wae... if we dun share in future, that's gonna be the end of our sisterhood! All of u here be my witness....Sometimes, there are certain things that I need to reflect on. Thanks for all your cares and concerns, I'll take it all in. That shall be my source of comfort. Meanwhile</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111504515565507583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111504515565507583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504515565507583' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073843.post-111479313380591804</id><published>2005-04-30T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:45:33.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from Camp...totally knocked out on my sofa after eating my dinner. (had to replenish my stomach supply first marh)... Dad tried to wake mi up after calling for many times.. he tot i fainted againz... he looked panic man i tell u... lolx.. really fuRnie.. dunno y... but i was really damn tired yesterday...hahaz..Camp was alrite.. had the ups n downs... but lucky thing, i didn't breakdown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111479313380591804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6073843/posts/default/111479313380591804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-stories.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111479313380591804' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15270036044249132676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
